Sheena, The First

Sheena couldn't look at him. Her gaze fell to her trembling hands, brows knitting as she tried to steady herself. She shook her head, exhaling a shaky sigh.

Hindi siya dapat kabahan. It's just Brix - her ex-boyfriend, ex-love of her life, the muse behind every song. The man she had to let go... for money.

"Sheena."

Damn. The sound of his voice almost broke her. Hindi siya dapat umiyak. How dare she cry? This was her choice. The deal, the betrayal, the money - all hers to own. Scheming women don't weep. "Brix," she whispered, lifting her chin. The name tasted foreign on her lips, though he had lived in her thoughts every day since Don Roman's offer.

"You should really get over me," she said with a half-smile, the words heavier than she meant them to be.

His brows rose. He tilted his head, unreadable. Then he stepped forward. Then another. Until he stood right in front of her, close enough that she could feel the air shift. She refused to back away.

She held her ground.

He cupped her face. Lowered his head. His eyes pierced hers - cold, unyielding. His lips hovered just a breath away. Her heart stumbled in her chest, beating faster, faster... she exhaled shakily.

"Already did," he whispered.

The ice in his eyes clashed with the fire of his kiss - fleeting, cruel, unforgettable.

She blinked. He was already walking away. Back into the party.