(GRIEGO COUSINS #1)
Seven years after his mother's tragic death, Angelus Griego's father, Simon Griego, made a life-changing decision to marry a wealthy businesswoman with a troubled past and a sick child. Angelus, known for his charm, intelligence...
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Hindi na siguro maipinta ang mukha ko. Kuya Angelus was lying on the couch in his bathroom; his head was propped on the armrest. I have no idea why I am doing this. Puwede ko siyang tanggihan. Tell him to fuck off and wash his hair until he turns bald.
But for some reason, my own body and mind betrayed me. So here I am, washing his goddamn hair like I'm some sort of caregiver. I can't remember doing this to anyone. Lalo tuloy ako nairita nang matantong siya pa lang ang nagagawan ko ng ganito.
Sa iritasyon, bahagya ko siyang sinabunutan. My eyes widened when he groaned, followed by a soft curse. Shit.
"What the hell, Farida? Are you trying to make me bald?" He opened his eyes, trying to peek at me, but I pushed his head.
"Don't move!" I said, massaging his scalp a bit with shampoo.
Even his shampoo smells manly.
Sumimangot ako nang makita ko ang ngisi niya at muling pumikit, dinadama ang kamay ko. Kinuha ko ang shower at tinapat iyon sa kaniyang buhok. The blood mingled with the shampoo, and the tint of red filled the basin beneath his head as I rinsed his hair with water.
Wala siyang kahit anong sugat. I wonder how he killed such a boar that it stained his face and hair. He's probably a sloppy hunter. That's a vigorous hobby, I must say.
"Ah, you've got a talented hand there, Farida..." he said slowly.
I felt like something snapped when I saw him smiling from ear to ear, eyes closed, and enjoying this very much. Tumayo ako at walang habas na tinapat sa pagmumukha niya ang shower.
Hindi ko napigilan ang aking ngisi nang mapabalikwas siya at sinapo ang basa na niya ngayong mukha.
"Farida!" His deep, baritone voice sounded deeper in this place.
I turned the shower off and put it back in its place. Matalim niyang pinukol sa akin ang madilim na mga mata.
"I wiped your face and washed your hair. I guess I'm free to leave?" I deadpanned.
He winced as he looked at his fresh, drenched shirt. Kapapalit niya lang kanina at ngayon basa na iyon. Well, not my fault. He was being annoying. I couldn't believe I let him order me to do things. And my stupid self submitted for some reason. Maybe because I was afraid of him earlier.
"Shit." He cursed under his breath, and I almost gasped when he pulled his shirt from his nape.
Kumurap ako, nanigas sa aking kinatatayuan, at natulala sa kaniya nang hubarin niya ang suot. His carved stomach and chiseled chest looked so hard and very ripped, like they were made by Michelangelo.
I flinched when he lifted his eyes to me. He cocked his head. "You really can't keep a peaceful atmosphere between us, can you?"
Tumikhim ako at umirap. "How can I do that if you're annoying?" Umiwas ako ng tingin at naglakad na patungo sa malaking pintuan upang makalabas. "I did you a favor, so don't pest me for a while." I said as I opened the door.
