Callante Fontanilla was hot. Dayum hot. But for some reason, galit si Kira sa lalaki na forever kapitbahay na yata niya. Wala naman itong kasalanan sa kanya at wala rin siyang dapat na ika-bitter. Maybe, she just hated him for being a playboy. Lahat na yata ng magagandang babae sa kanilang lugar ay naakit na nito at nadala sa kama. Kahit na lantaran ang pagpapakita nito ng pagkagusto sa kanya ay hindi siya pumapatol. Ang pumatol sa isang lalaking walang kakuntentuhan sa isang babae ang pinaka-aayawan niya. Kaya naman nang magtaksil sa kanya ang boyfriend niyang si Jiro at mambuntis ito ng iba, gayon na lang ang sakit at pagkadismaya niya. Nagpakalasing siya sa isang bar, nagpakagaga. Kinaumagahan ay natagpuan na lang niya ang sarili sa isang kama. Kasama ang lalaking pinaka-aayawan niya. Si Callante, nakayakap sa beywang niya at may ngising tagumpay sa labi. "Akin ka na ngayon."

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."