(Lyka Rosales)
If there's one thing I realized after Harper's immense pleasuring and confession, it is to never ever build walls without security. Ang pagkakamali ko sa buhay ko ngayon ay 'yung nakapasok si Harper instantly sa buhay ko. My walls aren't open nor broken, it is also too high giving aspirants no chance of crossing or climbing it.
I pull all my clothes on like nothing happened as they argue outside Harper's room. I can hear the Lyka girl screaming and Harper cursing.
I combed my hair and came out in makeup, looking like I am not bound into helplessly losing myself awhile ago. Dirediretso lang akong lumalakad until I spotted them. Harper face palming on the couch and Lyka screeching like a banshee but stopped when she saw me.
Harper filled in the silence. "Parks, okay ka lang ba?"
"I know that we were made to break so what? I don't mind.", I shrugged quoting Hayley Williams.
"You don't mind? Wow!? Eh kanina sarap na sarap ka tapos ngayon, you don't mind?", Lyka said in mock disappointment.
"Sino ka ba?", I retorted.
Harper's about to say something when this bitch of a woman screeched. "Lyka Rosales. Harper's fiancee.", she said raising her hand with an engagement ring on her ring finger. Hayop ka, Harper. Maitatali ka na pala buhol ka pa ng buhol sa akin.
"Nice meeting you. I am Parker Salazar, Harper's goddess.", I said putting her under my scrutiny. My gray eyes scanning her.
"Goddess?" Gaga ba'to? Hindi alam ang goddess?
"Yes. Oh, and before you jump into any conclusion, there's nothing going on between Harper and I... let's just say that we're just using each other for quenching our guilty desires.", I said with venom that surely stings her nerves as she raise her hand and was about to slap me, at dahil mas alerto pa ako sa mga pulis pangkalawakan ay naharang ko agad yon.
"My fiance isn't a sex object.", she hissed.
"People change and people grow up. And as they do, they explore things that they never saw, want things that their usual company failed to give them, at 'yun 'yung nakita at narating namin... nagkataon lang siguro na nasarapan kami parehas kaya binabalik balikan namin.", I said with my most maldita smirk.
"You—"
"Stop it, Lyka!", Harper growled and I looked at him... we looked at him. "You already broke that engagement when another man got you pregnant.", Harper scoffed. Eyes blazing in anger, frustration and disgust. So as mine.
Hindi ko pinangarap sumalo ng secondhand. Hindi ko pinangarap maging third party o kabet. Hindi ko pinangarap na maging susunod na bida sa remake ng The Mistress o A Secret Affair. Harmless flirting is enough, but looks like this flirting will cause harm to others.
"Alis na ako, Harper. Hindi mo naman ako ininform na pinagpapraktisan mo lang ang pekpek ko para sa honeymoon nyo. Tapos na training mo.", I saunter for the door when I remembered something. I turned to face them.
"By the way, you're fired.", I said as I get out of that unit. I tried to keep a straight face but I just can't. Instead, I found myself crying inside my car.
Hindi ba ako pwedeng sumaya? I thought I feel something sincere in Harper's confession, if it's really a confession. Aaminin kong panandalian akong natigilan sa sinabi niyang 'yon. Good thing, I knew better than to let liars in. But why am I crying? Why do I feel betrayed? Why do I feel hurt? Why do I feel broken? Tangina, mas ginamit ko na nga ang pekpek ko kesa sa puso ko, may ganitong drama pa rin?! Brokenhearted at... brokenpussy?
My train of thoughts disappeared when waves of feverish tapping in my car's window interfere me. Harper. Buti tinted 'to. I swallowed a lump and composed myself. Wore my Audrey Hepburn- inspired shades at ibinaba ang bintana ng kotse ko.
"Harper?", I said faking a venomous smile. He sighed.
"Parks..."
"Don't worry, ipupublish ko pa rin ang story mo. Have to go.", I was about to raise the window when he stopped it with his hand.
"Parks, hindi 'yung libro ang sadya ko. Ikaw—"
"Tangina mo pala eh... may gana ka pang sadyain ako? Eh kung banggain kaya kita? Nabobore kase ako eh.", I gritted.
"Parker, let me explain..."
"Dun ka mag-explain sa fiancee mong nagbebeastmode sa unit mo. Wala kang dapat iexplain sa'kin kase malinaw naman sa'kin na fuck buddies lang tayo kaya wag kang magdrama.", I said trying my best to stop my voice from shaking.
"Fuck buddies? Yun lang para sa'yo yun?", he gritted out.
"Oo. Bakit may iba pa? Kung nag-expect ka, hindi ko na kasalanan 'yon. Una pa lang ay dapat alam mong hindi mo ako kailanman makukuha.", I spat.
"Really?", his eyes has this mouth watering glint that suites his evil smirk.
"I faked every orgasms, Harper."
"Faking orgasms? Like those multiple orgasms can be faked.", he said.
"Kung ang buong pagkatao nga naipipilit eh, likido pa kaya sa katawan? I really have to go. Now if you don't mind... get lost."
"No.", he said more like declared and I climb out of my car to give him his reward. A hearty slap on his face.
"That is for entering my life.", another slap. "For betraying your dim-witted fiancee... and this.", he screamed and curled into a ball when I kneed his balls. "For trying to hurt me, though you fail."
I was about to leave when I remembered something. "Fuck you, Harper."
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De puta talaga. Ano ba'tong nasa puso ko? Hindi naman dapat ako nasasaktan eh. I have no reason to be hurt. Wala ngang kilig factor ang ugnayan namin ni Harper, puro kami ungulan, ano namang kasakit sakit dun? Palpak na ata 'tong puso ko kaya nasasaktan kahit hindi naman dapat. Kung tutuusin nga, dapat si pekpek ang nasasaktan kase matitigang sya. Mangungulila sya sa sandata ni Harper. Well, dapat masanay na ang pekpek kong harot. Hindi na nya makikita ang crush nya. Hindi ako papayag.
I slumped on my couch and messed my hair still feeling frustrated without any valid reason. Ano bang gulo 'tong pinasok ko? Hindi ko ambisyon maging home wrecker pero anong nangyari? I just ruined an engaged couple. Kahit ba nabuntis pa sya ng transgendered na aso ay engaged pa rin siya kay Harper.
My phone rang and I accepted the call from Harper. "If you're planning to get in my way, please...", I gritted shutting my eyes tight to let the pooling tears fall. "Just don't."
