Act of Fervor (Mad Men, #3)

Kabanata 2

Kabanata 2

"Wow," Miles appended with a sexy whistle.

In a mere second, Miles and I shared the same glance—eager and sullied look. Without a second thought, we strode toward my mother. Mas mabilis ang kamay niya at naagaw ang litrato kay Mommy. His eyes glistened with pure malice and naughty thoughts. "Ayaw mo ba ng heaven?"

I gulped big time.

The man...is truly a god.

God, if you are truly can hear everything, is this the destiny for me? Baka tanggapin ko naman...

Napalunok ako muli. A turmoil is trying to mess up my pretty clear mind. I suddenly snatched the photo from Miles. If my gaze could pierce a hole in this picture, kanina pa siguro may sira 'to at hugis puso ang butas nito. I bit my lip as my eyes grazed the beautiful man in my sight. The male models I encountered before, they are nowhere near his level of intensity and exquisiteness. He's edgy and probably rough in a good freaking way.

His eyes—I mean those raven eyes could pierce me thoroughly. He has these almond eyes that could manipulate. He's too dominant. His hair is tied in a man bun, and his jawline, cheeks are so sharp it could cut a diamond. His foreign features stood out, a striking Eurasian mix. The olive skin suits him.

He's so hot and gorgeous. Maybe, beneath this suit is a fucking miracle of a toned body.

I've met plenty of good-looking people in my line of work, but he really stood out—or maybe I just had a crush on him.

Really, Meica? Binaba mo na kaagad ang bandera mo?

Alexander Eder del Rey III is a top, I mean, top tier or extravagant what it sounds, god-tier.

I can already confirm it.

Both Miles and I ping ponged our gaze between Alexander Eder dely Rey III's photo and to each other. Ilang malalim na paglunok ang nagawa ko habang nakatingin kay Miles. Lumapit ang mukha niya sa tainga ko at may binulong, "Girl, come on..."

I can even hear his frustration between the words. Between those aggravation...ay inggit. "If this is really arranged marriage, game na. Sayang hinainan ka na nang expensive food, grab na natin." He gritted his teeth after uttering those words.

I tilted my head and nodded multiple times. "Of course," maliit ang boses 'ko. "I'm not even complaining now." Settle down? Yup! I'm good at it.

Wait—no! I won't settle down just because he's pretty rough and my type.

No!

"Grab na natin," habol pa ni Miles.

Wait—NO!

"Mom, wait—" I was cut off.

"It's not what you think, Meica," iling ni Mommy. "We were just wondering if you'd worked with this man, or you know...him?' Tumaas ang isang kilay ni Mommy habang nagtatanong. Kumunot pagkatapos at napatingin kay Daddy, "You know, if possible lang hija, why not, 'di ba?" May mahinang tawa pagkatapos.

"Tama, Ante!" suhol pa ni Miles. I shot a dagger look at him. Miles only winked, snatching the photo. I saw him licked his bottom lip, eye-fucking it.

Jesus Christ, this man.

"Meica, it's time," sunod niya. He freaking wiggled his brows, teasingly.

Enough of this foolishness. I am not that kind of woman who breaks her principles just for a man—not just for a man—a pretty and rough man.

I wanted to raise my middle finger, but I couldn't. A disgusting smile crept across my face, warning him. But my irritation won't make Miles stop teasing me. He really likes it, my irritating face. Pambawi niya siguro sa akin ito nung last time na nahuli ko siya na may niluluhuran at natigil sila.