Princess Series Two: The Bitter Bitch

8: The Broken One

JASMINE

"Shit." I shifted and winced as I felt my lower body throb. My wrists were also hurting, at alam kong napalakas ang pagkakahawak ni Derick sa'kin kagabi. Sighing, I remembered yesterday. After a few more rounds in my office, umalis na siya. Pero nang uwian na, he was waiting for me. Nag-convoy kami papunta sa condo niya and I stayed the night. One thing's for sure: We didn't get an hour of sleep.

"Jas?" tanong niya sa napakababa na boses. His voice was still laced with sleep and I almost smiled at how adorable he looked in the morning. Pero pinigilan ko ang sarili ko at tumingin nalang sa kisame. "Why are you up? It's still four in the morning."

Huminga ako ng malalim. "My body hurts, dimwit," asik ko at pumikit.

Tumikhim siya at naramdaman ko ang kamay niya sa braso ko, but I didn't open my eyes. "How about a hot bath?"

"At four a.m.?"

"Sure," bulong niya at mahinang napasinghap ako ng maramdaman ang mainit niyang hininga sa leeg ko. Then he kissed a spot on my neck at doon lang ako dumilat. He smiled at me, showing off that small dimple on the side of his lips. "I'll prepare your bath."

I sighed. Shit, 'di ko dapat nararamdaman 'to. Hindi dapat ako kinikilig, dahil ang ibig sabihin lang nun ay wine-welcome ko ang ideya ng isang relasyon--kasama si Derick. But I can't. There's too much at risk. "Hindi mo kailangang gawin," ani ko at pumikit ulit.

"Nonsense," sambit niya at hinalikan ako sa noo bago tumayo.

I closed my eyes tighter. This was supposed to be just sex--no affection needed. Pero bakit ganyan siya? Bakit niya ako binibigyan ng mga halik na para lamang sa taong espesyal sa'yo? I shouldn't feel giddiness, and it's too early for him to feel anything for me. Huminga ako ng malalim. Baka nago-overthink lang ako. Baka wala talagang feelings, baka isip ko lang 'yun. I will just pretend na casual lang ito.

Yes, Derick must be happy he got laid kaya malambing siya. That's all there is to it, Jasmine.

"Miss, bubuhatin ba kita?"

Dumilat ako para irapan si Derick na nakatayo na sa gilid ng kama--with boxers, thank Heavens! "Stop calling me Miss," sabi ko at umupo. I groaned when my hips ached.

"Arte," aniya at binuhat ako ng pang-kasal. Napasinghap ako pero kinindatan niya lang ako at naglakad na papunta sa ensuite niya.

Sighing, I decided not to argue. I forced myself to relax, pero bigla din akong nanigas dahil naalala ko si Papa. Oh, my gosh! He must be worried sick right now! Hindi man lang ako tumawag... What kind of daughter am I?

"Oh, may problema?" tanong ni Derick at dahan-dahan akong binaba sa bath tub.

I moaned at the feel and forgot my worries... for a moment, that is. Makakatulog na sana ako, pero naramdaman ko ang mainit na kamay ni Derick sa dibdib ko kaya napadilat ako. I gasped at his close proximity. "Fuck, ang lapit mo," gulat na ani ko.

Nagulat ako ng halikan niya ang labi ko at tumayo. "You tempt me," sagot niya at tinanggal ang boxers niya. I instantly looked away. "Seriously, nahihiya ka pa?" natatawang sabi niya at tinulak niya ako ng konti bago dahan-dahan na umupo sa likod ko, both his legs caging me in and his boner pressing against my butt. Napapikit ako.

Yes, we've had sex so many times now. Pero hindi ko naman nakita up close 'yang pagkalalaki niya. It was either inside me or in my hands, never within eye level. Gago talaga 'tong si Derick.

"We're moving fast, huh?" aniya as he wrapped both arms around me, cupping my breasts.

I moaned and nodded, letting my head fall back on his shoulder.