Chapter 7 (2 of 2) (graphic content)

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WARNING: CONTAINS SCENES NOT SUITABLE FOR KIDS

I turned and strode to the kitchen counter. There were multiple menus from different restaurants on the counter, and the address written under the names of the restaurants made me realize we were in Cliff Hills, a five-star hotel owned by the Almedas in Batangas. I already suspected we were still in Batangas, but now I was sure.

I let out a breath, but my chest still felt heavy.

I wasn't sure if I was relieved or if I felt even more fear knowing we were still in Batangas.

But I shook my head and told myself to stop it. I couldn't dissect my thoughts and emotions right now. I had to move.

I picked a light meal. My stomach still felt tight, and I might just vomit if I forced myself to eat anything heavy. I walked back to the door to let Frank know.

And after less than thirty minutes, the main door swung open and Frank rolled the food trolley inside.

Frank was a tall burly man who looked like a wrestler. He wore a black suit, white dress shirt, and loafers. He had tan skin and a buzz cut. He looked like the type that could get shot fifty times and still remain standing. The man was scary, but not in the way that made your blood turn into ice like De Luca. Frank looked like the type to crush someone's head with his bare hands, while De Luca was the type to blow someone's head off while watching the stock market news on his iPhone.

A garish image flashed in my mind.

De Luca's fingers fisting my hair as I moaned, my swollen lips sliding down his thick cock while his other hand scrolled down his phone.

You're getting good at this, Principessa.

God...

A dark heat throbbed in my pussy again, and I clenched my stomach hard and forced myself to ignore it.

Frank parked the food trolley near the kitchen counter, then he strode to the main door and stepped outside the unit, clicking the door shut behind him without even looking back.

Pinilit ko ang sariling gumalaw at harapin ang pagkain sa trolley. I forced myself to eat the salmon and stir-fried vegetables even though everything tasted like rubber.

And when Natasha Almeda walked into the penthouse an hour later, I tried my best to look as put together as I could.

"Tita Natasha."

"Antonia." Masuyong hinagkan ng may edad na babae ang aking pisngi.

Kagaya nung isang gabi, eleganteng nakapusod ang maitim niyang buhok. The lady wore a tan pencil dress and nude pumps. The woman's makeup was perfect as always, and her stud earrings and diamond tennis bracelets added to her impeccable appearance. I wondered, had this woman ever felt like the world was crashing around her? Had she still looked perfect then? But then again, my mother had always looked beautiful and made up when she faced other people through her most horrible episodes.

"How are you feeling?"

I forced my lips to curve despite the tension in my gut. How was I feeling? Did she really want to know?

"I'm okay," paos kong saad.

"I'm so sorry for everything that happened the other day. I'd been trying to call you that day to tell you about Alessio, but you wouldn't pick up."

Umupo kami ng babae sa couch na malapit sa wall windows, at kumuyom ang mga palad ko nang pumintig ang sakit sa pagitan ng aking mga hita. My pussy twinged in pain every time I moved.

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