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Bawat lalaki na dumadaan sa buhay ko, kaklase man o kaibigan, ay hindi nakakaligtas kay Daddy. Kaya naman gano'n na lang ang gulat ko nang makita ang lalaking nakatayo at nakasandal sa kaniyang kotse ilang metro ang layo sa akin.

Tulalang sumakay si Yza sa sundo niya. Naiwan naman akong nakatanga sa lalaki. Hirap na hirap akong i-proseso ang katotohanan na handa akong ibilin ni Daddy sa lalaking ito.

There's something about his aura. Something dark... and dangerous. I gathered all my courage and walked over him, shaking. It felt like a weight was lifted when he looked up at me.

Napahugot ako ng hininga nang magkatitigan kami. His eyes... they are dark. It didn't show any emotions yet they seem to see right through me. He took his last puff of smoke, threw away the cigarette, and stomped on it gracefully. He then slid his phone into his pocket.

"Let's go?" he asked calmly while pulling up the sleeves of his long-sleeve polo to his elbow.

Para naman akong natanga sa harap niya. Pigil na pigil ko ang hininga ngunit amoy na amoy ko ang mabango at panlalaki niyang amoy. He then proceed to the passenger side and open the door for me. Hindi ako agad nakagalaw sa kinatatayuan. I saw how he tilted his head while seriously staring at me. Napasinghap ako at tarantang pumasok.

I quietly watched him walk towards the driver's seat, still processing how breathtakingly handsome he is. He isn't like the kind who would agree to fetch a girl like me. I mean, he could pass a mafia boss sa itsura niya.

"Thank you..." I almost stuttered.

Mas lalo akong hindi makahinga dahil sa amoy ng kotse niya.

"Mhm," he just answered before starting up his car.

Hindi ko maipaliwanag ang nararamdaman habang nasa loob ng sasakyan. Malakas ang aircon ngunit pinagpapawisan ako ng malamig. Nanginginig ang kalamnan ko dahil sa presensya niya. Sobra akong naaapektuhan at hindi ko alam kung bakit. Kahit anong iwas ko ng tingin ay nakikita ko pa rin mula sa gilid ng mga mata ko kung paano niya mahigpit na hawakan ang manibela ng sasakyan. Kung paano bumakat ang mga prominenteng ugat sa kamay niya, at kung paano ko maramdaman ang madilim niyang mga mata na tumitingin sa akin mula sa rear mirror ng sasakyan.

Akala ko mamamatay na ako sa loob ng kotse niya. The air was thick with tension... o baka ako lang ang natensyon. I mean, who wouldn't? One hand controlling the steering wheel while the other one was leaning on the window.

When I got home, I threw myself onto the bed and exhaled the breath I had been holding back. I don't know why my eyes instinctively searched for his name in my contacts.

To Sergio (For pick up):

thank you, sergio! drive safely😊

From Sergio (For pick up):

👍

I let out a chuckle at his reply. Kahit sa text message ay malamig pa rin siya. I shook my head before I decided to message Daddy.

To Daddy:

daddy, hi. i just got home safely. big thanks to sergio!

From Daddy:

Okay, Sweetie. I'm glad.

Kapag busy ako at kailangan mo magpasundo, just text him.

Another day had passed and here I am dancing my heart out again at Soiree. Hindi ko alam. I wasn't really in the mood to go out, but the urge to have him pick me up and see him was incredibly strong. Tinamaan na ako ng alak nang mag message ako sa kaniya.

I was so shocked when my phone rang and his caller ID popped up in my screen. Nanginig ang mga kamay ko nang sagutin ko iyon.

"H-Hello...?" halos maging bulong sa sobrang hina ang boses ko.

I could hear his deep breathing before  I heard his manly and deep voice.

"Open your location."

I did what I was told. Hindi ko pinatay ang tawag habang binubuksan ang location ko. Narinig ko pa ang pag bukas ng makina ng isang sasakyan bago siya muling nagsalita.

"Give me five minutes."

I was glued on the spot. Halos hindi ako humihinga sa ilang segundong nasa tainga ko ang phone ko. I only snapped back to reality when I felt it vibrate. Muli kong narinig ang malalim na boses niya.

"Come out," he said. "Aston Martin. Red."

The call ended. Naibuga ko ang hangin na kanina ko pa pala pinipigilan. I couldn't help but to shook my head. Kahapon ay Maserati ang dala niya, ngayon naman ay Aston Martin?

This guy probably has a thing with cars.

When I got out, I could feel my breath hitch when our eyes locked. He was leaning against his red Aston Martin just like last night, but this time he wasn't looking at his phone. Instead, he was his gaze was fixed on me. I wasn't ready for how his eyes moved down to my body, focusing on my dress.

He took a puff of his cigarette before tossing it aside. Then, he walked to the passenger side and opened the door for me. Once again, I was flustered.

Napayuko ako nang magkaharap kami bago ako pumasok. Hanggang dibdib niya lang ako. He was literally towering over me, kaya naman ng hindi ko makayanan ang tensyon ay agad akong pumasok sa loob ng sasakyan. Naamoy ko na naman ang pamilyar na panlalaking amoy niya. Nagtaas baba ang dibdib ko dahil sa hingal na parang tumakbo ako ng ilang kilometro.

Muli ko siyang pinanood maglakad papunta sa driver's seat at pumasok. He was about to start his engine when he suddenly halted. He then moved towards me so quickly that I almost went wide-eye. Our face was inches apart. I could feel and smell his warm breath. Amoy menthol.

Halos maduling ako sa lapit namin. Ang intensidad ng titig niya ay tumatagos hanggang sa kaluluwa ko.

"Seatbelt," he whispered.

My face burned. Nakita ko pa kung paano siya ngumisi bago bumalik sa pwesto niya at umayos ng upo. He then started the engine of his car, a ghost smirk was playing on his lips.

Shit. I think I just died.

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