Fervid Desire (Good Pleasure Series #2)

Kabanata 50

You are now at the final chapter of this story. I hope I had inculcated something good through my writing. My message to those who suffer from cruelty of some boors, just always remember that dark is not the symbol of end, it is just a phase you need to pass to see the brightness of your life.

See you on the next installment of Good Pleasure Series!

Kabanata 50

I watched the raindrops unabashedly splattered on my glass-wall. The rain has been incessant but the heat encroached in every corner and edges of this room. Outside seemed so cold with the bleak touch of the wind that made my glass-wall cloud. I don't know if there was a typhoon because the wind was so aggressive and the firmament pours torrent rains.

Zach took me over and over again. He was so active and very, very vital that I felt my midst sore, I was limp at this moment. Dammit. I uplifted my eyes just so I can see him but I instantly averted my gaze when I saw his eyes ogling at me— or I was just imagining? I was resting on his chest so I could hear the stentorian beats of his heart, even how I ignore it, I couldn't do but to heed on it. He was fondling on my hair, like he was enjoying every ounce moment we had.

My eyes flitted to his chest, looking at the thin hair carpeted on his chest. My hand went to his chest and brushed it onto it, feeling the roughness of it because of the tiny hairs strewed onto it. He was so hot, that was so sure. With an obscure stubbles on his face, his brown eyes— he was like a foreign actor materialized in front of me. I heaved a sigh to muster all the valor, after that, I looked at him. I want to see my effects on him, I told to myself.

When I saw how he tightly closed his eyes and bit his lower lip, I couldn't stop myself but to smile. At least I had an effect on him. I was aghast awhile why he went here. He thought I will leave him again and while he shouting at me, I could fathom the sadness, fear, anger, and love that fused together. The ticket he had seen was the ticket I should be using to go back to New York, but now, it seemed like I won't need it anymore. I will resign to McVouch. I can make my own career, perhaps I will build a small beauty boutique or somewhat related to fashion.

"Why did you do it?" He asked in a sudden. His voice was rough but so damn sexy.

"Did what?"

"Why did you admit that you are the one on that video?" He was asking me that whilst cradling my hair.

I shrugged, "I am not afraid of what they will tell about me, Zach. I stopped being a poltroon. I don't want to be caged in a hollow jail of fear, being paranoid every time that I was here. And to be honest, what I did alleviated the burden inside of me."

He pushed me closer to him, "Damn, mas lalo kitang minamahal,"

He crouched and kissed my hair. My heart constricted because of what he did. I was content of everything. All seemed to be in their right places. But I know, this was just ephemeral. Sometimes, happiness won't last, it was just up to the person on how he or she can make it long. In this world, there were uncountable challenges that may test your strength and faith. Just don't lose hope, all those snide or derogations of the churls were just a part of the phase of your way to your happiness.

"Mahal na mahal din kita," I croaked.

Pumungay ang kanyang mga mata. I watched his eyes flit to my lips, he swallowed hard as he stared at it about a minute and snapped when he realized something.

"I want to do you again but you looked exhausted now. I don't want my baby tired."

"But you made me tired now," I said and rolled my eyes.

He bit his lower lip— suppressing himself not to smile, "Did I?"

I rolled my eyes once again but my lips tucked upward, showing a smile. Oh your effect!