Dirty Little Secret (GxG)

SEASON 2, CHAPTER 28

Dria's POV

The office was unusually quiet, save for the soft hum of the air conditioner and the rhythmic tapping of my pen against the desk. My focus, however, was nowhere near the stack of files in front of me. It had been two days since Sandra's birthday at the foundation, two days since that kiss. And no matter how hard I tried to concentrate, memories of that night kept intruding, slipping past my defenses like water seeping through cracks in stone.

I kept telling myself I'd forgotten her—buried every feeling I had a long time ago, but Sandra was the one person who always knew exactly how to unlock the things I thought were safely locked away. Each time I thought of her—her laugh, that smirk, even the way her perfume lingered after she left—I felt something unravel inside me. It was infuriating. I was someone who prided herself on control, on grace, and Sandra had always been the one who could make me forget all of that in seconds.

I shook my head, trying to bury the thoughts, and opened my phone to distract myself. As I scrolled through my feed, I froze. There, on the screen, was a video of Sandra at the party, wearing that sleek black gown that hugged her in all the right places, her gaze smoldering under the lights. She looked stunning, every inch the woman who could own any room she walked into. Her smile in the video—confident, knowing—reminded me of exactly why I'd fallen for her all those years ago.

It was ridiculous, feeling this fluttering sensation as if I were that young, naïve woman I once was, the one who thought the world of her. I gritted my teeth, intending to scroll past, but my thumb hovered over the screen a little too long. A storm was brewing in me, a mix of anger, frustration, and a maddening sense of longing that made me want to throw my phone across the room and forget she'd ever wormed her way back into my thoughts.

Then, as if she could sense she was on my mind, the door to my office swung open, and there she was, leaning against the frame with a self-assured grin. My breath caught before I could compose myself, and she took full advantage of it, letting her gaze sweep over me.

"Hey, gorgeous," she said, and there was that smirk, the one that had left me off-balance more times than I cared to admit. She looked entirely too pleased with herself. "So, wala ka pa ding balak sabihin sakin why you kissed me?"

Panic set in, quick and instinctive. I clicked my phone off, trying not to look guilty, and straightened in my chair, summoning every ounce of professionalism I had left.

"Do you usually go barging into people's offices and ask them about kisses?" I replied smoothly, making sure my tone was as indifferent as possible. "What about professionalism, Madam President?"

She didn't move from the door, but her gaze softened just a touch. Sandra had been relentless, texting me every chance she got since the kiss, trying to draw out my reason, trying to get me to acknowledge that it had meant something. Each time, I ignored her messages, pretending as if they didn't matter.

But they did. More than I wanted to admit.

Sandra stepped into the room, closing the door behind her, her eyes glinting with the challenge, as if she could see right through me. She was toying with me, testing just how far she could push before I'd snap. And maybe, just maybe, a part of me wanted her to.

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I sat still, barely breathing as Sandra's words hung in the air, hanging with this intoxicating charge that left my mind racing: "Bakit hindi? I usually get what I want. And right now, I want you to kiss me again."