She woke up at exactly five in the morning. She sighed in disappointment after seeing the man beside her. She quietly rose up and wore his long sleeves, the nearest clothing she can get to cover her naked body.
She sighed again after seeing the room, it was a complete mess. She then quietly went inside the bathroom to freshen up. She went out only to see him still sleeping soundly. She picked up her clothes and wore them back, leaving his long sleeves folded on the couch near his bed. She got her bag and wore her face mask and cap and she left his condo unit.
Ever since she lost the Presidency, Leni's life changed in ways she couldn't imagine. Though she didn't want the position in the first place, it still hurts her deep especially when remembering the revolution she ignited. It was one for the books.
"I just can't let you do what you want, Mrs. Robredo." Leni remembered those exact words from Bongbong two years ago.
She smirked at him. "Kaya ba hinarang mo yung accreditation namin? That's why hindi kami makapag-apply using Angat Buhay Foundation."
He smirked. "I guess you're right. Ano sa tingin nyo, ganon nalang yun? After mo matalo, magpapabibo ka na naman through this bullshit foundation?! Tapos ano? Magpapaawa ka na naman to gain sympathy. Para may kapital ka na sa 2028 elections."
She frowned at him. "For your information, Mr. Marcos, wala akong kapanga-pangarap na maging presidente! Saating dalawa, ikaw ang walang matinong trabaho, ikaw ang may history ng pagsisinungaling, ikaw ang may history ng pandaraya, at ikaw ang mas may ambisyon para maging Presidente. Dahil apparently, ikaw ang Junior ng tatay mo, and everybody expects you to turn out like him. Kaso lang, they're all disappointed with how you turned out to be—hindi nakagraduate dahil hindi nagtino sa US, hiwalay sa asawa, natalong VP—"
He gripped her arm making her stop. "Don't push me, Robredo. Baka nakakalimutan mong wala ka na sa posisyon ngayon? You don't want to see me mad."
She smirked, looking at his eyes. "What would you do, Mr. Marcos? Kidnapped me? Torture me? Kasi kung ganon, wala kang pinag iba sa tatay mo. Katulad ka rin nyang mamamatay tao."
He gripped her arm a bit tighter. She groaned. He pulled her closer to his face. "I'm gonna make your life a living hell, Robredo. Hindi ko hahayaan mag operate ang foundation mo."
"What the hell do you want?!" She hissed.
He smirked after an idea came to him. "I want you."
She frowned. "Me? What—"
"Sleep with me." He cut her off.
"Hell no! Patayin mo nalang ako." She dared.
He chuckled. "That's the idea, Robredo. Papatayin kita sa sarap."
She wanted to slap him hard and choke him to death.
"Sa loob ng term ko, you're mine. Thirce a week, Robredo. Thrice a week. I'll have you pick up from god knows where, and you'll sleep with me. I'm gonna fuck you for the whole six years. Sounds a great plan, right?" He smirked at her face.
She didn't know how to rebutt. She wanna curse him and kill him after.
"You don't have a choice actually. Why? Because like what I've said, I'm gonna make sure to make your life a living hell. Alam mo naman siguro what I am capable of lalo na ngayon na Presidente na 'ko. I have all the resources, Robredo. All of it." He sat on his table with a winning grin.
She exhaled heavily and asked, "What's in it for me?"
He smirked. He knew she'll get around. "Easy life. An NGO that will help thousands of people. Funds for your projects. Private partners. Security from the PSG mismo. Run for public office in 2025. Basically everything you wanted to do. Easy life."
