Behind the Curtains: A Tale of Hidden Emotions

special chap

We have so many projects lined up—pending photoshoots, shows, you name it. I’m not complaining at all; I’m incredibly grateful for all these blessings. But sometimes, it’s overwhelming. I’m exhausted yet so happy at the same time because I get to do what I’m passionate about. And the best part? I get to do it with the person I love.

Of course, rest days are just as important as workdays, and I’m so thankful that P’Wanwan makes sure we get time to recharge. It means more time to spend with family, friends, and ourselves.

Today is one of those glorious days off!

Faye and I planned a day off together—just the two of us. I guess we really can’t get enough of each other, hehe.

Honestly, I’m head over heels for her, and I’m pretty sure she feels the same way about me.

Who would dare to say otherwise?

She’s totally more obsessed with me than I am with her!

‘Who am I even arguing with, gosh.’

“Baby, where are you?” I heard Faye groan, reaching for me.

Oh, did I mention she’s here at my condo? Well, if not, now you know.

She had shown up early this morning, claiming she needed to recharge. And by 'recharge,' I mean cuddles—get your mind out of the gutter!

Tsk, dirty minded people.

I was just stretching when strong arms suddenly wrapped around my waist, pulling me into a tight embrace. She snuggled into my nape, breathing in my scent. My neck was her favorite spot, and it’s mutual—her neck is my weakness too.

As she back-hugged me, her hands started tracing slow, sensual patterns on my stomach.

“Are you hungry, baby?” she asked, her voice soft.

I furrowed my brow at the random question. “Not really, why?”

She nuzzled deeper into my neck, her breath warm against my skin. Then she whispered in my ear, sending a delightful shiver down my spine, “Then why is your stomach so flat?”

I chuckled, finding her little concern adorable. “Because I’m sexy, that’s why,” I teased, laughing as I did.

But before I knew it, she shifted, and suddenly, she was on top of me, her gaze intense.

“I know,” she murmured, “and you always turn me on, even just by breathing. You know it’s a sin, right?....

Being this hot,....

cute,....

and sexy all at the same time?”

She was dead serious, which only made me laugh harder. She really is such a sweet talker.

"You're not bad yourself," I teased, though we both knew it was an understatement. This woman was a goddess, and we both knew it.

“Really, huh?” she said, her voice low as she swallowed hard, trying to keep her composure. We locked eyes, the tension between us palpable.

“Uh-hmmm,” I hummed, licking my lips slowly, deliberately. The effect was immediate—she let out a frustrated groan before pulling me into a hungry kiss, her restraint crumbling in an instant.

And well, you can guess what happened next.

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After our 'karate session,' we eventually peeled ourselves away from each other and headed to the bathroom. We took showers—*separately*—because I knew exactly what would happen if we tried to shower together.