Promiscuous (Who's the slut?)

Chapter Two

"Are you going home now?" he huskily bit my earlobe. I moved away out of his grasp when he was trying to get me to bed. Leech. I stared at his matted chest, the lower part of his body was covered with the bedsheet.

So many mirrors here in his room. And I knew why it was designed like this. Akalain mo yun, hindi na niya kailangang umupa sa motel. I stared at him through the mirror.

"It's 4 in the morning. I have to get home. I'm already starving." Home. I rolled my eyes just to mention that word.

He licked his lip. What is it with men, they think they're the king of the world when in fact they're the lowliest of animals. Always in lust.

He snaked his arm around my waist. "I can appease your hunger."

I picked up my pantyhose and tried to rebutton my top. I shrugged and seductively glanced at him in the mirror. I was clad with my underthings. "Come to think of it, I hadn't even seen you... naked."

I laughed. They say that I do it huskily that turns men on. But would it turn them on if they knew that I was laughing at them? How ignorant and imbecile they are?

"I'll make it up to you. I can barely remember your face. Weird. Was I that drunk? I can just feel.. you... feel me being satiated. Though I can say that you're a dynamite."

Yes, Mickey boy. I was a dynamite and I'm ready to blow you off. Masyadong sisiw.

After I've refreshed myself in the comfort room I hurriedly picked my handbag. He was still reeling from the events last night. Let him. It won't last. Haha, he would surely hate me if he ever found out.

"When am I going to see you again? You'll think me odd but, I want you to meet my parents."

It stopped me in my track. "Meet your parents?" I nodded ridiculously. How absurd. Kagabi lang tayo nagkakilala. So stupid, to think you're studying in Harvard. To think you're going to step in your mother's place as a senator someday.

"Why?"

"Because... because we're compatible."

I laughed aloud. Damn. Idiot. "Are you going to tell your mom that 'I want you to meet her mommy, because we're sooo... compatible in bed.'" I chuckled.

He looked at me incredulously. "You're being sarcastic. Couldn't you just be happy? At least there's some guy who wants to take you home to their parents?"

Ohh... so I've bruised his ego huh? Machismo man. Her mom would definitely freak out if he ever introduced me to the whole Salazar clan. But then, they'll accept me with closed eyes, I'm another politician's son.

The notorious Marie Claire Enrique.

Ms. Butterfly. Anywhere she falls, she lands. Haha.

"So you think you're that good Mickey?" I saw Mickey's jaw clenched.

"Well, I'll tell you baby, you're not. I've had dozens of men remember?" his eyes were now ablazed. Never better than a wounded ego for a man who thought himself a great deal.

"You didn't even try to deny it? you're such a.."

"A slut baby? But you've enjoyed this slut." I smiled and I cooed.

I saw him wrench his fist on the pillow. Perhaps he thought it was my neck he was wringing. I smiled and swayed my hips, walking away.

"Oh, before I forget. Make it up? I don't screw up twice with the same man. You must have been an expert at that. I. Doubt. It." I waved three fingers at him.

Three fingers. Dumb. Idiot. Stupid. Haha.

I got out of his condo unit. When I slammed the door shut I heard a crash. He was never going to forget me. I felt satisfied. I won.

"Hello Dana, yes dear, you've done a great job last night. He was satisfied. No mission for you yet. Yes, I've already transferred the money."

For now.

I have to find that nerve. The bastard who felled me. Well, I almost forgot I was the bastard. Marie Claire Enrique is not going to back down. Even if I have to search the whole planet to make him kneel down before me.

I went home and had a hearty breakfast.

"You did this to him, didn't you!" I looked up to see Laina purring like a damned bruised cat coming from God knows where. I raised my eyebrow and shot her a questioning look. I boringly stared at the magazine she almost pushed in front of my face. The one with the Cabinet member's son. Dear father's candidate for Laina's future... success. As the first lady.

"Why have you done this to him? You're... you're... he's innocent!" I almost yawned.

"Done that to him Laina? Where? Have you seen my face there? Perhaps I was hidden under the bed when the paparazzi came in, don't you think?" Just like what you're going to do Laina, if ever you're found out.

"Innocent?" I laughed as if the demon had possessed me. "You wouldn't know that unless you've been with him."

"You... b*tch!" she hissed.

"Laina!" I feigned amazement and then shock. "If Mamita ever hear you say that word, what happened to her precious Laina? The one who can pray the rosary like a second language." I cooed.

"I wanted to get along with you, I was always polite! You knew that he wanted me. Not you!" God. I pity her, she was trying hard not to slap me, trying hard to keep her image intact. Not image, but hypocrisy. I tried not to giggle.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, Laina. He wanted you..." I cooed again. "That's why he's willing to have sex with another woman. Because you're hell-bent to be untouched 'till you get married, aren't you dear? He's just preserving your virginity."

I heard somebody's gasp behind us. I didn't have to turn around to see who was that.

"Por Dios Por Santo Marie Claire! Don't talk like that to your sister. At least she knew her moral values."

"Moral values Mamita? Is it moral to take a man that has never been yours?" I glared at Laina. She couldn't meet my eyes. Guilty as charged. Damn her. It's been a year.

She is an angel to everybody. Didn't anybody know that angels have two faces? The one with halo and the other with tail. Well, hell, they could see Laina with halo upfront but I could see her tail poking behind however she tries to conceal it.

"Have you heard the news about Caroline Laina? My God, it's rumored that she's pregnant." I saw Laina winced, then talked in wonder. "Who would have spread that gossip? It's a secret."

"That's good news." I said nonchalantly while eating a banana. I secretively smiled.

"Marie Claire!" I saw Mamita gulped her glass of water. "She's pregnant with no father! No degree! No morals! Anyway, I saw it in the magazine."

"She's a sweet girl. She must have been forced by some men."

Forced Mamita? I wanted to laugh hard. "You'll never call a woman sweet if she's screaming some name in the throes of passion."

They both gasped indignantly. I just shrugged.

"Laina's going to launch Kalinga Foundation tomorrow night, you know that. I want you to behave Marie Claire."

I twitched my lips adoringly to Mamita. "Of course Mamita, of course." I stood up. Still too happy. Behave? It hadn't been in my vocabulary for so long now.

Who would surely put it in my dictionary?

"One more thing Marie Claire. You'll meet your bodyguard tomorrow night. I know you."

Yes, you should know me so well Mamita. I grinned.