SEDUCING MY BROKENHEARTED BESTFRIEND Book 2: Painting His Own Love Story

Chapter 3

[Jacob]

"What are you waiting for, Hera? I said strip."

I can sense her hesitation. I can see her innosence. But what can I do? I admire her body. Its as if it has been sculpted in a proportional way.

Designed to bring out desire and lust from mankind. Even the coldhearted ones.

If you'll ask me if i'm attracted?
Surely. Lust envelops my body.
But pure lust alone and nothing more.

I eyed her curiously as she began to strip in front of me.
A perfect venus of young generation. Delicate pure white skin. Soft to the sight and maybe softer to the touch. A heart shaped face contured with deep set eyes. Long lashes. Pointed, aristocratic nose and kissable lips.

I watch as she revealed satiny skin inch by inch. Full breast but not saggy like no one ever dared to touch her. Perfect for my hands. A flat abdomen having no baby fats at all. A perfectly shaven womanhood waiting for someone to touch and make her shiver from down there.

Slender body. Long legs. A perfect figure of innosence and toughness rolled altogether.

"Now positon yourself on the carpeted floor and show me what you've got. Pose as if your seducing every man on earth." I told her as I hold a brush and a pallet.

I'm an artist. A professional one.
I paint because I can never imagine life becoming a secret agent nor a president of a company nor a lawyer or a model.

I choose to create my own persona. Far from what my Mom and Dad dreamt of me to become. I choose to paint my own story.

I prefer to paint something that shows the dark side of mankind.

War.

Sadness.

Sins of the world.

That's my forte. I don't do nude paintings. Ginawa ko lang s'ya because I have this perfect subject.

Women are just bed warmers for me. Lalaki lang ako. May pangangailangan din.

But I don't dare to fall in love. I won't dare. I haven't dream about it even for once. I preferred to be alone than to be hurt by someone. I don't want to fall. Much that I don't want to fall for someone who's not even willing to catch me.

*Flashback*

I was four years old pero alam ko na ang mga totoong nagaganap.
Matatas na akong magsalita at mag-isip. Alam ko na ang tama at mali. I was once a jolly kid.

"Bravo! Perfect family." Someone approached us while clapping her hands.

Mom and Dad turned around to see kung sino ang taong 'yon.

"Mhelody?" Dad said as she hide Mom and me sa likod nito.

"Anong kailangan mo, Mhelody?" I saw Dad clinched his fist.

"Wala. Gusto ko lang kayong icongratulate. I had the perfect plan para mapasaakin ka, Alexander. Pero dumating 'yang tanginang babaeng 'yan at ang batang 'yan para sirain ang mga plano ko!" She yelled at Dad habang dinuduro n'ya ito.

"Shut up, Mhelody. Nagkamali ako at pinatulan kita. I was alone and angry. Pero ngayong andito na ang mag ina ko... hindi kita hahayaang masira mo kami."

Dad hold Mom's hand tighter.
Nagulat nalang kami nang maglabas ito ng baril.

"Maghunos dili ka, Mhelody. Walang magandang maidudulot 'yan." Nagpapanic na si Dad habang nakatago kami sa likuran n'ya.

Pero hindi nakinig 'yong babae sa kanya. He fired at us.
She hurt Mom and Dad.
They were both injured at nakita ko 'yon.

*End of flashback*

But that was in the past. They both survived. Still alive.
Si Mhelody? She's nowhere to be found. Nakulong s'ya pero dahil sa kabaitan ng aking mga magulang hinayaan s'yang makalaya.

Pero binago ng pangyayaring iyon ang pananaw ko tungkol sa pag-ibig. Nasasaktan ang tao kapag nagmamahal. Ibinibigay kasi nila lahat. Isip, puso at kaluluwa.

Silly isn't it? Nagmamahal ka dahil gusto mong lumigaya. Pero bakit nasasaktan ka at lumuluha? Sabi nila dapat subukan para malaman ang katotohanang masarap ang magmahal.

I have to cut your drama. Hindi ako. 'Wag ako. Ayoko. Mas pipiliin ko nalang mag-isa kaysa makasakit ng kapwa. Mas pipiliin kong mahalin ang pagpipinta kaysa mag aksaya ng panahon at luha.