Hershey took a deep breath and finished his lunch with Derek. As much as she tried to focus, she couldn't help but hope that Marco Fernando Jr. would be okay. I hope he will be okay. She listened, until Marc's name fell from her lips. This caused her to pause in her thoughts. Her attention was focused on what Derek was saying awhile ago, "...and with the clothes he wears, you could tell he grew up here, I mean with that accent, he can't be from another place." Derek turned his gaze to Hershey, "You actually went out with him?" Hershey frowns, "What's wrong with him?" "He doesn't seem like your type, that's all." "What do you mean, Derek?" "You know, he is..." Derek racked his brain for a word to describe him, but came up empty. "I don't know. He doesn't even look like your type. His clothes are not fashionable and what about his hair? The creepy eyes." Hershey smiled, "Are you jealous of him, Derek?" Derek cleared his throat, "No, I just can't figure him to be your type, that's
(Two Days Later) Marco Fernando Jr. woke up on Thursday morning and went into the kitchen to rummage through the fridge. Leaning against the icebox, he rummaged through what was available. Seeing that there was none, he grinned and opened the freezer, it was also bare, empty. Letting out a frustrated sigh, he closed the fridge and thought about what to eat. He didn't have much money, considering the fact that after paying his rent for the month, and the month he was going to spend here, he was able to buy a round trip plane ticket, leaving enough to rent a car. He was an idiot for paying two thousand pesos for the car for the whole week and insurance that cost extra to cover. Now as he thought about it, he could have taken a jeep to SM supermarket, He made a mental note to file it away for the next time he visited. Sighing, he looked at the clock. It was half past seven in the morning, he still had plenty of time to get to the store and back. Running up to his room, he opened the cl
Hershey turned on the radio in the car, to the nearest soul R&B station. A Celine Dion song is playing. Her smooth sweet deep voice always seemed to calm Hershey. Celine Dion has to be her absolute favorite, and Toni Braxton too. It seems as she got older, her taste in music changed more. When she was young, all she listened to was hip-hop. After her best friend Stacy died in seventh grade, she drifted into more soulful ballads and now, as an adult, she's completely into soul, including some old jazz sounds. Sighing, Hershey stopped at the traffic lights, when it turned green, she continued driving towards her house. After opening the door, Hershey looked over at her nineteen-year-old sister, who had been studying with her for the past year at the local community college. She will go for an Associate degree in Business first and then go back to school to get a degree in fashion management. "Get up and help me with the groceries Vicki!" "I don't recall Mom asking you to buy the who
Marc Junior raised an eyebrow in alarm. He reached out for her hand, ignoring the vigorous flow of blood at just one touch. "What are you doing?" She quarried, her eyes darting between him and her hand frantically. She was slowly pulled to where he was standing. She followed. It was the only reaction her pounding heart and dry mouth allowed. When she was nestled in between his legs, he whispered, "Sit down Chocolate." Her body immediately obeyed what she wanted to deny. A drop on his knee and he was kneeling in front of her. She avoided looking at his eyes. He touched her chin, "Chocolate, please, look at me."His voice was mixed with emotion. Hershey's eyes widened at him. She stared at the shiny dark emeralds in awe. Why do they have to be beautiful? "What are you jealous of?" She shrugged. "It's not that important." Marc Junior tasted it,"If it bothers you, eh." Hershey sighed, "Whatever." Marc Junior smiled, "Do you want me to be alone for a while?" Marco teased. Hershey's
Over the next two weeks, Marc Junior and Hershey got to know each other again. Their past was gradually dominated by trust and love. Marc changed the date of his ticket back to Shanghai, China for a week's extension, just so he wouldn't have to leave so early. Marc Junior knew he wanted to come back, but there were a lot of loose ends to tie up in Shanghai. Said goodbye to Andrew and Tanya, as well as working at his job, with the apartment, he had to do something. On Tuesday night in the office, Hershey was sitting on top of her desk, legs crossed, wearing a three piece blue and beige suit. The beige blazer is covered with a sky blue quarter sleeve blouse underneath. The beige skirt she was wearing was knee-length, but when she sat down, the skirt slipped down to mid-thigh. She yanks pieces of paper from her printer and shoots them through the ring. There was a knock on the door, she thought it was Tyler, coming in to gossip about the incompetent staff, which she somehow always got.
Hershey's gaze shifted to the clock above the television. She couldn't believe it was only nine o'clock. Her eyes remained on the clock, feeling uneasy as the large hand ticked closer to her appointed departure time. She wanted to make sure everyone was in the house sleeping, before she headed over to Marc Junior's house. Every time she thought of the scene that happened between her and Marc Junior, she had to close her legs tightly to relieve the pain that was forcing her inside. She tried not to think about the feeling of his tongue sliding over her, but it wasn't happening. Her mind went against her will, thinking about what happened two days ago. It was the longest two days of her life. When she first entered the house, she decided to ignore what he said, he must be strong enough to overcome what happened. He was sixteen years old that he was, his hormones weren't a raging symphony like they used to be, at least that's what he thought. She's been proven wrong on more than one o
"This is silly, Marc. Absolutely insane. What stupid person would do this? I don't even know if you'll come back, when you come back to Shanghai. We're not in a relationship. Shit, I shouldn't be like high school girl." Marc Junior laughed, his eyes twinkling, "You're twenty years old Hershey." "Yeah, so? I'll be twenty one in November. I'm old enough not to be making these mistakes." "What a mistake?" Marc Junior caught it, a pained expression in his eyes. Hershey put her hands to his face, sighed and then lowered them, her expression sad. "I'm not saying you're a mistake Marc. I just don't want to do something I'll live to regret." Marc held her hand to his face, "So, you think you'll regret this?" "Yes, it's too early, I'll regret it." She whispered. Marc Junior looked into her eyes again and said, "Why?" "Because, we're not together anymore. We're not in a committed relationship." "Who said we wouldn't be, Hershey?" "Well, we can't. You're going to Shanghai in a few week
Birds chirped at the open window, while a gentle breeze ruffled the curtains. Marc Junior sat there with Hershey sleeping in his arms. He smiled and thought he looked like her in high-school. The way her body seemed to curl around him, like a cat. He brushed some of her hair from her forehead, only to see her closed lids and relaxed mouth as she slept peacefully. He couldn't understand how he didn't snore. How his body seemed to move together in unison whenever she slept. His eyes dropped to her chest as he watched her take a deep breath and then exhale. Her chest rises and falls with every move she makes. Reaching out, he slid his thumb and forefinger over her and took the small bud in his fingers. When he did, he let the gentle movement of her chest slide over his fingers. The bud immediately shriveled. Marc Junior sighed as he twirled his thumb around until it tightened around his finger. He had never seen anything so beautiful in his entire life. Leaving her chest alone, he ran h
Zenaida hands me a black lace bodice. I start to get myself into it and Zenaida turns me around to fasten the row of hooks and eyes trailing up the back. I'm distracted by my hesitancy by the thought of Marco's face and all this lace. I smile. He'll orgasm on the spot. I'm helped into the gown by Zenaida and presented to the oversized mirror. 'Holy shit!' she exclaims and then slaps her hand over her mouth. 'I'm sorry. That was so unprofessional of me.' Holy shit, indeed. I turn slightly to view the back and gasp a little. It clings to every curve I have perfectly and skims the floor when I raise on tiptoes. The lining under the lace is matt, giving the delicate, intricate pattern a shimmery effect, and the deep neckline is perfect with the cap sleeves sitting just off my shoulders, revealing my collarbones. I hear Zenaida scuttle off and return. She kneels before me. 'Put these on.' she instructs. I pull my eyes from the mirror and look down to find a pair of black, sling-back Dior
AYAH ISABEL FERNANDO POVOur wedding is fast approaching created by our children; Marco Fernando Senior siblings from me and Danielle Gustilo. As much as possible I have to keep it in a low-profile event. But, my Billionaire husband wanted to be a well-known marriage of all time. Even my personal things, I want to be discreet. But, Marco accompanied me to the first-class shopping mall.My eyes are immediately blessed with masses of drool-worthy handbags, but I'm not given the opportunity to look. He walks with purpose and meaning as he drags me along behind him and when we get in the elevator, he presses the button for the first floor. I scan the store guide.'Hey, I want the fourth floor.' I would like to avoid the international collections of the first floor. They scream expensive, but he completely ignores me. "Marc?" I look at him and find his face is completely impassive as he keeps a firm grip on my hand. The elevator door opens and I'm pulled out behind him.'This way.' he says
I collapsed on the sofa when I got home. I need an early night. Tomorrow is a long day in Country Hills and I need to get in shape. My phone is ringing. I rolled my eyes as I looked at the screen, but it wasn't what I expected. This is Tom. I growled to myself. When will my phone ring and it's someone I really want to talk to?'Hi,' I moaned. 'Okay?' he greeted, with his usual confident tone.'Yes, and you?' I knew he was fine. I heard that he was out almost every night, making up for a lost time. Not that our relationship stopped him from living exactly what he wanted.'Everything is fine. I rang to greet you tomorrow. It's tomorrow, right?' I was surprised when he remembered. He didn't really have an interest in my career.'Yes, thank you. I was just thinking of getting an early night.' 'Okay, I won't keep you,' he seemed disappointed. 'I've boxed up your other stuff.''Oh, right,' 'There's no rush,' he added. 'If you're free sometimes, it's better to chase.'Do you like it? Catc
I thought quickly. 'My car has new brakes. I forgot to remove my house key.'She accepted my excuse without further question. 'There's a spare door key in the pot by the kitchen window.' He ran back up the stairs and I followed, quickly opening a bottle of wine before rummaging through the fridge for something to eat. No one takes my wish. Wine will do. 'Yes, please.' Pearl came back into the kitchen. She's already jimmy-jammed up, and I can't wait to join her. I pour her a glass while trying to morph my face into anything other than the shocked expression that I know is still visible.'I'm going to change and call Mama,' I turned around, carrying my wine. 'I'll meet you on the sofa soon.' 'Cold,' I really need to talk to Mom. Pearl is my best friend, but you can't beat your Mom when you want comfort. Not that I can tell her why I need comfort. She will be afraid.After I put on my baggy pants and vest top, I lay on my bed and called my Mom Ayah. I called Mom Ayah Isabel when I want to
Stunned, I grabbed my clothes off the floor before running into the bathroom, closing the door behind me and flipping the lock. I leaned against the back of the door, almost naked, trying to control my ragged breathing. I looked up at the ceiling to stop my tears from falling. I am very disappointed in myself.I think I hear the sound of muffled voices coming from the room, and I try to steady my breathing so I can hear what's going on. But, nothing. No noise, no talking...nothing. Damn me for being half naked so I can't escape. Instead, I fled to the bathroom, hiding like a desperate tart. I am not comfortable with these feelings. I'm really ashamed of myself. I have been cheated on many times, and I have destroyed all the women who interfered in my relationships. Over many bottles of wine, I have condemned them, badmouthed them, and asked them for truly merciless vengeance. Now, I am one of them. I groaned, hitting the heel of my hand on my forehead. Crazy girl!When I heard the doo
He remained silent while I looked at him in shock, waiting for an explanation. I didn't get anything, except his intense green eyes staring at me from the other room. I felt like I was under a microscope, and that glass of wine was spinning in my stomach, twisting and turning as I moved nervously on my heels.'Is this some kind of joke?' I half laugh. I'm still waiting for clarity, but it won't come. I try to ignore the mass of beautiful people and frantically search my brain for guidance or instruction. It is useless. I'm not blind I'll happily volunteer that I've imagined his chest, more than once, and it's beyond even my highest imaginations and expectations. This man is beyond perfect. What will I do?He just stood there, head slightly bowed, staring at me through his long eyelashes. His eyes were piercing me, his mouth, and I could see the rise and fall of his incredible chest. There is some serious meaning; not too big, just clean...cut... perfection. If he's wrecking fully clot
"Yes, and I want to talk to you personally. Are you available tomorrow afternoon or evening?""Sister, you know that I am very busy with my job, very important or just a bonding moment?""This is very important, regarding your brother Marco Fernando Junior and your grandfather. Well, as for me, it is very important because of your inheritance. Are you interested?"Shaira Rose Fernando listen very carefully when she heard the word, inheritance. "Well, of course, I am interested to know my status for the inheritance.""Okay then, what time and place we will meet? Well, I suggest Le Jardin, a French Restaurant in BGC Taguig? We had the place on our own when we had lunch there, a dreamy place at the penthouse of W5th. Modern yet classic, I must say the irony blended well. Romantic but not boring. Complimentary slices of bread and small appetizers were served and the timing of every food we ordered was well observed (appetizers - mains). Also, there's a wine cellar where they keep some of
'Soon.' he whispered. It is a promise. He let go of my stiff thigh and got up. 'Nice to meet you, Pearl.''Hmmm, you too.' she answered thoughtfully.He stepped towards the back of the bar. Good God, he walks with purpose and it's sexy as hell. I closed my eyes to collect my mind, which was currently scattered all over the bar floor. It is absolutely hopeless. I turned to Pearl, finding the accusatory bright blue staring at me as fangs had sprouted.Her eyebrows hit her hairline. 'Fuck me, that was intense!' she spat on the table.'Was it?' I start pushing my sandwich around my plate.'You better stop with the blah-fucking-zay shit now, or I'll shove this fork so far up your ass, you'll be chewing metal. What question are you thinking?' Her tone was fierce.'I don't know,' I turned away from her. 'Attractive, arrogant and has a girlfriend.' I try for vague.Pearl let out a long, over-amplified whistle. I haven't experienced that yet. I heard about it but I didn't witness it.''What are
I turned to Herman's office to ask if he had notified Mr. Montero of the change in arrangements, but then it rang again, stopping me in my tracks. I sighed and connected the call. If Herman hadn't advised him, I would have. And if it doesn't fit, it's bad luck. I was making a mess of convincing myself that I passed on the contract because Herman was better suited for the project. I know damn well that's only half the reason'Hello.' I say, stamping my foot a little for sounding apprehensive in my greeting. I aimed for sure and confident.Shaira Rose?' His husky voice had the same effect on my fragile senses as it had on Friday. But at least on the phone, he doesn't see me physically shaking.'Who is speaking?' There. That's better - professional, businesslike, and firm. He laughed a little, and I completely passed out. 'Now, I know you already know the answer to that question because my name came up on your phone,' I cringed on the spot. 'Trying to play it cool?' Oh, the proud ass! H