MISTER EX

3. FRANK'S PLAN

"Garry, find another route" Frank's ordered. So the driver name Gary drove the car toward his apartment on the upper east side of Quezon City.

As the rain kept pouring down, the sky lit up with flashes of lightning that barely lasted three seconds. The downpour grew even more intense, creating a real mess for traffic on the road. Drivers had to carefully maneuver through the tough conditions, which led to a noticeable slowdown in their journey.

Frank Guzman gazed out the window, captivated by the rhythmic dance of raindrops tapping against the glass. His curiosity sparked, he reached into his coat pocket and pulled out his sleek smartphone, feeling a sense of determination. With quick, deft fingers, he dialed a number, getting in touch with the head of his security team.

"I would like some information about Althea Manalo. I want a complete background on her, especially what she has been doing for the past four years. I want a preliminary report tonight,"

The urgency in his voice mirrored the heavy downpour outside, as he shared vital information and looked for comfort amid the looming storm. After hanging up, he took a moment to unwind.

The driver, Gary, was quiet, but he frowned when he heard what his boss said on the other line; he wondered who this other woman was that he wanted to investigate.

Frank arrives at his favorite place, The unicorn ancestral building, one of the condo units here, is owned by Frank. His security in chief was waiting in the lobby, and gave him the address which was found at Novaliches, Quezon City. He told Frank Guzman that it wasn't in the best area, and it seemed that she lived alone. He would have more details for Frank in the morning.

Upon entering his condo, he discovered a meal prepared by his housekeeper, but instead of dining, he opted for a whiskey and headed to the master bedroom, loosening his tie.

His appetite wasn't for food, but for vengeance against a stunning redhead whose memory lingered in his mind. He swallow like there was no tomorrow. To drown oneself in the weight of his feelings.

"This time, I will make you suffer!" he even released his anger by saying those words.

He didn't want to think of her, or don't even think of her mouth kissing him, making him crazy as no one else had, ever. Holding the delicate crystal tumbler in his long fingers, he tipped the glass to his lips and downed the amber-colored liquid.

Stepping into the luxurious master bathroom, he effortlessly adjusted the knob of the glass-enclosed shower, instantly enveloping the stall in a cloud of soothing steam.

After a refreshing shower, he easily slipped into a comfy outfit of jeans and a warm wool shirt. He headed to his study room and powered up his laptop. With a quick search, he effortlessly looked up Leah's address, making sure he knew exactly where she lived.

Frank Guzman felt a wave of nostalgia wash over him as he browsed through Leah's Instagram account. Even though she insisted she had deleted it, he found a treasure trove of photos that painted a different picture. There they were, snapshots of their shared laughter and those fleeting glances that spoke volumes.

His heart skipped a beat as he saw himself holding Leah's hand, a genuine smile etched on her face as they enjoyed an ice cream together. Those were the days when he was the one behind the camera, capturing their beautiful memories on Leah's smartphone.

Lost in his thoughts, he found himself seated in front of his laptop, completely unaware of captivating images displayed on the screen. It was his hand and Leah's hand holding together.

Frank tried to open the hidden files. It was the compilation of memories of him and Leah. By seeing them, as if those days and time were played once again, revealing a frozen snapshot.

The standout outfit of the evening was undoubtedly Leah, who looked absolutely breathtaking in her gorgeous red silk nightgown. It perfectly accentuated her healthy figure and smooth skin. Her lustrous black hair cascaded around her enchanting silhouette as she relaxed on his bed, showcasing her vulnerability. Her eyes, a captivating shade of gray, shimmered with a fiery passion that she had sparked within him.

"YOU WERE SO CRUEL..!" he said. Touching his c*ck below, he feel the intense of her touch. Standing strong "little man" under his pajamas.

He remember this images, when Leah jump in his bed. Kissing him down to his chest unto the bottom. He remembers how she handled the "play"  It as a time, that Leah give her compassion of love to her man. The love that he can never find to any other woman.

"I missed you!" A word coming from his head.

Frank Guzman had once loved her, but now, all of that remained was a desire for revenge and a twisted sense.

Frank's plan was simple - he would make Leah pay for the pain by his wounded pride and the need to regain control. It was a cruel and vindictive scheme, drive roamed over her naked form, and feel the igniting deep longing within him.

He intended to use her for his own pleasure, and once he had fulfilled his desires, he would simply walk away, leaving her behind.

WHILE ON THE OTHER SIDE;

The train lurched ahead and came to a halt, prompting Leah to hurriedly search for a seat, just managing to dodge an awkward bump into the man next to her. As she got lost in her thoughts about Frank, she completely overlooked the lively crowd of passengers around her, wrapped up in her own little bubble.

"Oh Miss, sorry." A guys says, after he suddenly hit Lea with his elbow. Lea didn't say any words but she only shows a simple smile to him as it means, "it's fine" This guy sat on her left side.

Leah didn't know that the guy kept staring at her and remained smiling. Probably because she was so tired, Leah ignored anything around her, except her work.

Because today is different, her ex boyfriend comes to visit the store that she's working for, that makes her heart feel like it has fallen into pieces. The two broken hearts departed their ways before, with no regrets. And now, for five years, the pain inside still remain.

What kind of hatred is it and why hasn't she moved on yet?

The five years didn't change her that much?