Dancing with the Devil

Chapter 19

"What the hell!?"

I exclaimed when I noticed his stubble was gone. I settled in my seat, facing my whole body toward him. I didn't mind my skirt rolling up. Bumaba ang tingin niya sa aking hita, mabilis siyang bumuntong-hininga at binaba ang palda ko. When that didn't work because of my position, he ended up settling his palm on my lap.

"You shaved?"

"I did."

"But why?" iyak ko.

"What do you mean why?" He glared at me. "Don't you like it?"

I did like it.

It was clean and neat—not that he looked dirty with his facial hair on. But with it, he had a rugged edge. Maybe... it simply suited him better, especially with his office attire. The stubble made him a bit intimidating, but now that it was gone, his Japanese features appeared softer, more refined—clear and unobstructed.

"Whatever!"

"Maarte," he snickered with a faint grin.

He started the engine and drove away from my school. I had a four-hour vacant period, and my next class started at 5 p.m. For months, we had this... whatever it was that we had. Nakabisado na niya ang schedule ko.

At nasanay na rin ako sa kanya. We were casual most of the time. We hung out, had sex, and that was it. He sometimes took me out for lunch.

I hated eating alone. One time, I had no one to eat with, and I almost hugged him when he asked me out for lunch. Hirap ng magkatugma ang schedule namin ng mga kaibigan, kaya naman pumapayag ako kapag inaaya niya akong kumain.

"Saan tayo kakain?"

"I already made a reservation at your favorite dining restaurant," he answered, glancing over at me with his hand on the wheel.

Nang makita ang tingin ko, maloko siyang ngumisi. "You can take a picture if you want."

"Ulol, baka ipakulam lang kita kung sakali."

"Hindi ba parang malayo? I'll be late for my class," reklamo ko sa kanya.

"Trust me, you won't."

Inabala ko ang sarili sa phone. I glared at him when I felt his fingers tap on my knee while we were stuck in traffic in Makati. Para siyang hindi mapakali, at naiistorbo ako sa kaniyang ginagawa.

"Yung kamay mo, gago," puna ko sa kamay niyang namamahinga sa aking hita.

He smirked at me and slowly caressed my thighs—up and down, teasing me.

I rolled my eyes at him. Ang sarap talaga burahin ng ngisi sa labi niya. Sinita ko siya ngunit hindi ko rin naman inalis, ibabalik niya lang rin naman ulit. So what's the use of it?

"Sumbong kita kay Kuya, eh," pang-aasar ko sa kanya.

Well, we both knew that I was kidding. I couldn't even imagine my kuya's horror. His best bud and his sister? Fucking behind him?

I shivered at the thought.

He shrugged his shoulders, grinning, showing his perfectly white teeth. Pakiramdam ko ay nakipag-deal ako sa isang demonyo dahil sa ngiting ibinigay niya sa akin.

"That?" He clicked his tongue. "You know that I wouldn't mind receiving Ezra's punches," he added playfully.

Sandali niyang inalis ang kamay sa aking hita, patungo sa gear stick, at muling pinaandar ang sasakyan. Without looking, his hand gently returned to me.

Palagi na lang siyang panalo. Sana naman manahimik na lang siya na palagi niyang ginagawa. 'Pag bumubuka ang bibig niya, wala akong ibang naririnig kundi puro pang-aasar.