The Magnate's Holiest Sin (Cavanaugh #3)

Wakas

Wakas

Pray

F*cked up. I was an idiot. I did not know. I did not mean to scare her.

Women never asked consent to me whenever they touch me. At first, I did not like it. I had restrained myself before I almost hit a girl for attempting to touch my d*ck. I was harassed. Then eventually, I got used to it and played along with it. It seemed normal for me to be groped on by females. Who would side me? That I was once sexually harassed? Specially, and for the first time, by my father's secretary before? A man, harassed? No one. The law was made for women.

Hindi ko nga alam. Akala ko ay kagaya rin siya sa mga babae'ng lumalapit sa akin. Na hindi na kailangan ng permiso dahil sila mismo ang hahawak sa akin nang hindi rin humihingi ng permiso ko. Kadalasan kasi sa mga babae'ng nahahawakan ko ay nagugustuhan nila iyon at kalaunan ay magugulat na lang ako na sila na pala itong mas sabik na mahawakan ako.

I thought that she was the same as those other women who easily flirts. Sluts. Whores.

Marami naman akong naging kaibigan na lalaki. At karamihan sa kapatid nilang babae ay may gusto sa akin. Their sisters even initiate making out with me.

King warned me to stay away from his sister, but he never told me the reason why. Saka ko lang talaga nalaman nang nahuli niya akong pumasok sa loob ng silid ng kapatid niya. Noong agad akong lumabas nang makita ang matinding takot sa mga mata ng babae'ng kapatid ni King matapos ko itong sinubukang hawakan.

At the backyard of my house, we talked about it. He even punched me straight on my precious face. I apologized to him for what I did.

Wala akong alam na gano'n pala ang kalagayan ng kapatid niya. Mabuti na lamang at mabilis akong makiramdam ng pag-ayaw niya. Nilayuan ko siya. Ang g*go ko. Tarantado.

Sobra ko iyong pinag-isipan. What would happen to her if she would grow still having that kind of phobia? It would be hard for her to find someone she would spend the rest of her life with. Tama naman ako sa desisyong tutulungan ko siyang labanan at mawala iyon.

But some of my ways were wrong. I was not thinking straight.

I thought again. How do we deal and fight our fear if we would not face it? If a person have fear of heights, in order to overcome it, that person must put itself on the rooftop of the tallest building worldwide. Or they should take it slowly, small steps, floor by floor.

She agreed to my offer in helping her. I did not force her. She was willing.

First, I tried to earn her trust. It was not easy, it took me months to finally have it. One thing was that I had a problem.

My body wanted her. Aching for her. I got fond of touching her thighs whenever she would let me. I could not control myself when it came to her. Seeing her in an appearance that looked so much effortlessly sexy, I always got a hard on. My flesh was calling her name.

"I'm Holy, my name's Holy Ildefonso," she pointed her room's door with mixed annoyance and fear on ethereal beauty after she forced herself to tell me her name. "Can you leave now, please?"

How could I leave when her eyes glistened to me like that? Her. Pleading. My mind was floating into thinking about her sleeping in my bed.

Kahit sa naiinis na ekspresyon ay sobra'ng amo pa rin talaga tignan ng magandang mukha nito. She seemed like an angel trying to hold her emotions. Her cheeks were turning red from the restraint.

This young woman was adorable. Just like those little baby angels or cupids. Usually, I would see them in animated kid's movies before. They were funny but cute. What was it called again?