Midnight Pleasure

20

"How is he doing?"

I looked at Nate while he was having a lunch meeting with his friends. I was just on the side, watching him as he talked to them.

Hindi ko lang din mawari kung sino sa mga ito ang kaibigan talaga ni Nate dahil wala naman siyang kinakausap ng mahigit isang minuto sa mga ito.

Nang bumaling naman ako sa may kanan ko ay may mga mangilan ding babae na naroon. All of them were dressed elegantly, flaunting their designer bags and expensive jewelry.

Too florid. Sakit sa mata.

"He's fine, he's just eating," sagot ko naman kay Diaz at ngumiti rito. "I am fine here, Conrad," I told him, reassuring him. Nasa labas naman sina Tamayo at Canlas kasama si Gary at ang isa pang bodyguard ni Nate. Dalawa lang kami ni Conrad na pumasok sa restaurant.

"I know," he replied and smiled at me. "I'm just afraid you'll sneak a glass and get drunk again."

I looked at him and frowned. "That's not fair," I told him and chuckled. "And I told you, I wasn't drunk. I didn't even have a hangover earlier..."

As if on cue, I remember what happened earlier today.

Awtomatiko akong napatingin kay Nate na nakatingin din sa akin. Matiim ang pagkakatitig nito na tila ba inaalam nito kung ano ang nasa isipan ko.

Fuck.

I looked away as I felt my cheeks go scarlet.

"Damn it."

"Are you okay?" untag ni Diaz sa akin. Hinawakan pa nito ang may braso ko para paharapin dito. Nilingon ko naman ang lalaki at tumango rito.

"Y-Yeah... yeah, I am fine," sabi ko at binawi ang kamay rito bago tumayo ng tuwid. "I just remembered something... something not important," huminga ko ng malalim.

"Are you sure? Namumula ka," puna nitong sabi. "Are you sick?" tanong nito. Iniangat pa ang kamay para damhin ang noo ko. Agad ko namang hinawakan iyon at umiling sa lalaki.

"I am not. I am not sick, okay?" I smiled at him. "Go back to your post. I am fine here, I promise," I smiled at him and he stared at me. "Ang kulit, Conrad Diaz."

He chuckled and nodded his head and I looked at him as he walked back to his post earlier. I filled my lungs with air as I looked at Nate again.

He was leaning on his seat while he's looking at me, too. Well, it's more like staring. Like the one he was doing earlier. Pero madilim pa ang pagkakatingin ng lalaki sa akin ngayon.

"What?" I mouthed, trying not to think how he sucked my nipple earlier.

He smirked at me and reached for the glass and drank from it. Wala naman itong naging tugon sa akin kaya nanahimik na lang din ako at nanatiling nakatayo lang doon. May halos sampung kalalakihan ang kasama nito sa may lamesa at ang alam ko ay karamihan sa mga iyon, either anak ng isang politiko o businessman.

Hindi naman na nakakapagtaka na gano'n ang circle ni Nate. Afterall, he's the president's son. Kahit sinong magulang na malalaman na kaklase nito ang anak ng presidente ay sisiguraduhin na utusan ang anak na makipagkaibigan dito.

Maliban sa mga magulang ko siguro.

But then again, he's friends with my brother...

"What the...?" I creased my forehead when I saw Nate talking to one of the ladies on the side earlier. She was wearing a red silk dress with a plunging neckline, showing an ample amount of cleavage.

Bakit ba ang hilig nilang magpakita ng cleavage kay Nate?

"Relax, she's not an enemy, Alec," narinig kong sabi ni Diaz sa radyo.