One Night Stand with my Boss

One Night Stand with my Boss

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"How could I let this happened?" Sabi ko habang tinitingnan ang babaeng nasa kama na nakapalupot ng puting comforter. Mahimbing ang kanyang pagkakatulog at makikita mo ang maamong mukha niya kahit ang hibli ng mga buhok nito ay nakaharang sa kanyang mukha. As I looked closer, napanganga nalang ako ng malaman ko kung sino yun.
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"I dont do love, Maddy. I do fucking." Nagulat ako sa sobrang bulgar ng mga salita niya ngunit hindi ako nagpahalata. "Then atleast make love to me." determinadong wika ko. If I cant get his heart, well atleast I can feel how to make love to him Im too desperate. I want him. I want his love. Bigla siyang tumawa ng mapanuya kaya natigilan ako. "You dont get it, dont you?" aniya. Hindi ako sumagot kaya muli siyang nagsalita. "I dont do love, if we're going to have sex, it was purely fucking. And fucking is different with love making." sarkastikong wika niya habang seryoso ang anyo. Nasaktan ako. Parang pinilipit ang puso ko. It hurts! Ngunit kita naman ngayon sa mukha niya na wala siyang pakialam sa nararamdaman ko. "And for the record, I cant love someone who killed my girlfriend." patuloy niya na mula sa seryosong anyo ay naging mabalasik iyon. Napalunok. I am guilty. Not because I killed her but because I am the reason why she died. "B-But you're p-protecting me." "I am doing my job." Damn! I wanna shout at him, curse him and slap him. Ang sakit. Ang sakit ng harap-harapan niyang sabihin sa akin lahat ng iyon. Ang sakit na harap-harapan niyang ipamukha na trabaho lang ang ginagawa niya. Para bang wala akong pakiramdam kung magsalita siya ng ganon. And this fucking heart is aching.

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