Temptation Island 2: Sweet Surrender PUBLISHED

Kabanata 4

SPG.

Tumingkayad siya ng ilang beses habang parang guwardiya na nakatayo sa labas ng pribadong opisina ni Wyatt. Sa isang kamay niya ay ang New York Cheesecake na paborito niyang dessert, habang sa kabila naman ay ang paper bag na naglalaman ng suit ni Wyatt na kakapa-dryclean palang niya.

"Ma'am, you may have a seat first. Mamaya pa darating si Sir." Nginitian siya ng sekretarya ni Wyatt na nakilala niyang si Reema. She shook her head. Hindi appealing kung nakaupo siyang madadatnan nito. May tendency pa naman siyang mag-slouch kapag nakaupo. Tatayo na lang siya para makita agad nito ang suot niyang maigsing navy blue dress.

Bumukas ang glassdoor mula sa labas. Agad siyang umayos ng tayo kahit na nakakapanlambot ng tuhod ang amoy nito na umikot-ikot sa loob ng President's office. Earthy and woodsy. It smelled sharp scent of flowers with no chill. Feiry, opposite of cool.

"Reema, please cancel my 10am, squeeze my lunch to 11:30 to 11:45, please order for me. I have a meeting at twelve, I need to review my---" Natigilan ang binata nang tumapat ito mismo sa kanya.

"Hi!" She beamed her best smile but she received a growl.

"What are you doing here?"

"I brought your suit and a cake as my Than—"

"Reema, get it from her. Marami pa akong inaasikaso." Hinawakan nito ang doorknob patungo sa opisina nito pero pinigil niya. Hindi pupwedeng hindi niya masabi ang kanyang pakay.

"Sandali naman.." Maamong sabi niya.

"I got no time, Please, Miss Mercado." Tila nagtitimpi na wika nito.

Hindi siya kumilos, napakamot ng ulo ang binata at padarag siyang hinila papasok sa pribadong opisina nito saka ini-lock ang wooden door sa kanilang likuran.

"If this is about your membership on Temptation Island, I am sorry, I will not sign it."

"Come on. You are beaing unreasonable. How dare you judge my past?"

"It is not the past, it is the present, Miss Mercado. Get out, my door is open."

"Grabe naman." Dismayado niyang bulong sa sarili habang napapakamot ng ulo. Napakunot ang noo niya nang may maalala, "Ah!" Usal niya na parang nakaisip ng isang ginintuang bagay, "What if, you will just invite me? Maybe a week or two will be enough to feed my curiosity? Sige na, kahit yung pinakamababang uri na lang ng serbisyo."

"There's no low class service on the island. Out." Malamig na sambit nito.

"Invite me, for five days." Sinubukan niya pang makipag-haggle.

"No."

"Three."

"I will call the security." As if dismissing their lengthy conversation, he stride towards the phone.

Napatuwid ng tayo si Miru nang akmang pupulutin nga nito ang receiver.

"You know what? You are a good for nothing, Mr. Know it all, bitch which facial expression was limited to one. Ganyan ba ang mukha mo kapag nakikipagsex? Kaya ba ayaw mong maging miyembro ako dahil makikita ko ang non-animated mong itsura habang nasasarapan?"

"Stop, Miss Mercado, I am warning you. You are at my office." Mariing pumikit si Wyatt habang nakakuyom ang kamao.

"I wouldn't even want to have an orgy with you, siguro tinatakpan mo ang mata ng mga nakaka-sex mo—"

Mariing hinawakan ni Wyatt ang braso ni Miru at inatake siya ng halik. It was not soft nor pleading. It is more of an authoritative one. Kinagat ni Wyatt ang pang-ibaba niyang labi, madiin, masakit, nakakapangilabot. Miru tasted blood and for the first time, someone kissed her in that manner.