The following weeks are a blur of school events and exams. Being away from him helps Lea think, but she realizes how much she has grown to need his love. Fear starts to creep in. Everything happened so fast. He is the man who took care of her when she was at her lowest, and now he owns the very school where she works. She never thought being his "hired girlfriend" would turn into real feelings. He is everything she ever wanted, but her past feels like a wall between them.
Even though Aga sees her with Stephen often, he keeps his word and stays quiet. He focuses on his own heavy workload, but he never fails to call or text her. Those small moments are all they have right now.
One afternoon, the campus is loud and busy. Students are decorating the stage for a program. Aga finishes his work and walks down to the gymnasium. He spots Lea immediately. She is talking to Stephen, and Aga’s jaw tightens when he sees Stephen rest an arm comfortably on Lea’s waist. He wants to walk over and pull them apart, but he stays back.
Finally, he walks toward them and clears his throat. When they turn, Lea quickly moves away from Stephen. Aga steps into the space between them, claiming his spot.
"Good morning. How is the preparation, Ms. Salazar?" he asks.
"Everything is fine, Sir," she replies. Behind their backs, Aga finds her hand and squeezes it, hiding their secret touch from the crowd.
"Sir, **bagay po kayo ni Ma'am Lea!**" a student shouts. The rest of the students start to cheer.
"Did you hear that, Ms. Salazar?" Aga jokes. Lea’s face turns bright red. Stephen looks away, feeling left out and annoyed.
"That’s enough, students. Go back to work," Stephen says, breaking the moment. "**Lei, we have to check on the participants so if you could excuse us, Mr. Martinez. Medyo marami pa kase kaming gagawin.**"
Aga wants to snap back, but he remembers his promise. "Yeah. Sure," he says. Lea winks at him before walking away.
Later, the program starts. Aga sits in the front row, watching Lea open the event. Every move she makes draws him in. When she finishes and heads toward the faculty room, he follows her. He catches her in the quiet hallway.
"Hi, Miss," he whispers with a wink.
"Babe? Why are you here?" she asks, smiling.
He pulls her flush against his body. "I miss you."
"I miss you too, but someone might see us," she whispers.
"Then let's go somewhere else."
He leads her to his office and locks the door. The room is silent. He presses his lips to hers, and she forgets all her fears.
"I love you," he says softly. "Babe, I love you."
Tears fall down Lea's face. She is terrified of losing this joy. "I love you too, babe. I love you so much," she whispers. She stands on her toes to kiss him deeply. He grabs her waist, his hands roaming down to pull her body closer against his. He walks her to his table and lifts her up. She wraps her legs tightly around his hips while he buries his face in her neck, inhaling her scent.
"Oh sh-t. Are we really doing this here?" she gasps.
"We can do this at the faculty on your desk. Your pick, babe," he says, his voice a low growl against her skin. He starts to unbutton her shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin, making her shiver. She playfully pushes him into his swivel chair.
"As a reward for being good..." she says softly. She kneels on the floor between his legs. Aga’s breath catches, and beads of sweat form on his forehead.
The program continues in the distance, but inside the locked office, the air is thick and heavy. Lea kneels on the floor between his legs, her eyes looking up at him with a daring heat. Aga’s breath hitches, his heart thundering against his ribs as he watches her.
"Babe, you don't have to do this," he manages to choke out, though his hands are already gripping the armrests of his chair so hard his knuckles are white.
"But I want to," she whispers. She reaches for the zipper of his pants, the sound of it sliding down loud in the quiet room. She slowly eases him out, her warm fingers brushing against his skin and making him jump at the contact.
She doesn't look away as she leans in, her breath warm against him. She starts with a slow, lingering lick that makes Aga’s head fall back against the headrest. A low, guttural groan escapes his throat. When she finally takes him into the stifling heat of her mouth, he loses his breath entirely.
"F-ck! Lea..." he gasps.
She moves with a slow, deliberate rhythm, her eyes staying locked on his as she takes him deeper. The sensation is overwhelming. He reaches down, his fingers tangling in her hair to guide her, his body arching off the chair. Every slide of her lips and the flick of her tongue against his most sensitive spots drives him closer to the edge. He watches her, mesmerized by the sight of her devouring him, her cheeks flushed and her breathing ragged.
The friction and the intense warmth of her mouth are more than he can handle. He feels his muscles coil, his pulse thundering in his ears. As she picks up the pace, suctioning him firmly, Aga lets out a broken cry. He shudders violently as he reaches his climax, his body going rigid in the chair while she holds him through every frantic beat of his heart.
He is completely breathless when she finally pulls away, a small, triumphant smile on her lips. He immediately reaches down to pull her up into his lap, needing to feel her skin against his as they try to recover from the heat.
Suddenly, her phone rings. It is Emma. Lea stammers into the phone, her voice shaking while Aga refuses to stop, his lips trailing down to her chest. She quickly hangs up.
"Babe, I have to go back," she says, her heart racing as she fixes her clothes.
They both laugh softly, trying to catch their breath. She gives him one last, lingering kiss before slipping out. Aga pulls her up into his lap, his hands trembling as he tucks a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He kisses her forehead, his heart still racing from the intensity of what just happened. But the bubble bursts when they hear the muffled sound of applause from the gymnasium—the program is moving forward, and they are missing.
"Babe, ayusin mo na yung sarili mo," she whispers, her voice still a bit shaky. She stands up and moves to his office mirror, checking her reflection. Her cheeks are a deep, betraying pink, and her lips are slightly swollen. She quickly fixes her blouse and pats her hair into place.
Aga stands and adjusts his clothes, watching her through the mirror. "Are you sure ayos ka lang? You look... radiant, babe" he winks and smirks, trying to lighten the mood even though his own protective instincts are flaring up again.
"I know that look, babe. I am reminding you may event pa sa labas," she teases back, though her eyes show her worry.
They leave the office separately. Lea takes a longer route through the back hallway, trying to let the cool air settle the flush on her skin. When she finally re-enters the gymnasium, the lights are bright, and the noise is overwhelming. She tries to slip back to her seat near the other teachers, but Stephen is already looking for her.
"Lei! Saan ka galing? Kanina ka pa namin hinahanap," Stephen says, his eyes scanning her face immediately. He stops mid-sentence, his brow furrowing. "Ba't ang pula ng mukha mo? At... pinagpapawisan ka?"
Lea forced a casual smile, though her heart is thundering. "Ah, wala. Pumunta lang ako sa faculty saglit kase may kinuha ako. Ang init lang talaga sa corridor, walang aircon doon."
Stephen doesn't look convinced. He leans in closer, his voice dropping. "Sigurado ka? Sabi ni Emma hindi ka rin daw niya mahanap doon kanina."
Before she can answer, Aga walks back into the gymnasium with his usual stoic and professional expression. He takes his seat at the front, but for a split second, his gaze flickers toward Lea.
Stephen catches the look. He looks back at Lea, then back at the school director. The realization starts to dawn on his face, a mixture of suspicion and hurt. Lea can feel Stephen’s stare burning into the side of her face. The afterglow of the office is quickly being replaced by the cold reality of their secret.
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'Til I Found You (COMPLETED)
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