Raging Love

Kapitulo 3

Kapitulo 3

"Can you please stop?" I almost moan when he licks my philtrum and hangs his belt ajar.

He pressed my face with his hand. "You should marry me. I want to f*****g marry you."

I couldn't hold my breath when he undid the hem of my shirt. I grasped my hand on his shoulder and let him do what he wanted. Skittering his lips to my breast, I looked at the ceiling and grabbed his head. I can not do this with him. This is wrong. Entirely wrong.

I seized his head. "We can't do this, Cyrex. I-I can't do this with... you."

He pulled himself up and looked at me. I looked away as I saw his white undergarment glance back at me. He tucked his zipper up and looked at me with the most petrifying look he could ever give.

"What's the problem?" He squatted and seized my hair. "What's wrong with this?"

"Cyrex, you're hurting me..." My voice was muffled at the end when my phone rang again.

His gaze was fixed on me. I couldn't hold my gaze at him when I was the one cropping off the climax. I have to get out of this or else he will do everything he can do to manipulate my thoughts. He released my hair and looked to the side, dodging his sight away from me.

I grabbed my phone out of my hem and answered the call. "Ghad? What's wrong?"

"Nasaan ka na?" His voice is gentle and calm. "It's almost six and you're still not here."

I grabbed a look at Cyrex. "I'm on my way there. There's just... something I have to fix on."

He breathed. "Okay, Cyrex will drive you here. Don't worry."

"Okay." I hung up the call and glanced at him. "Are you happy now?"

"Even more," and he then smirked, striding a few inches from me and continued, "I even want to rock your soul, if you just allow me."

I shook my head, putting my phone back to the hem and fixing the edge of my dress down to cover my phone. He was watching me, amused by putting his thumb on his lips, barely making a gay motion that distracted me.

"Let's go." I walked past him, and I heard him chortling.

He grabbed my bag and snatched my stilettos with his hand. He looks like my bodyguard now. He is not even dressed like a model, though. But I could not evade the fact that he was making a sudden manner that made me uneasy.

"Get in," he said, motioning his hand to the car, but I paused. "What are you waiting for?"

I barely stomped my head and climbed in the wheels. I just heard the flick of the lock and he got inside, and gave me his ill-famed smirk that he uses all the time. I took off my make-up with the cotton and he was just peeping at me, like he was conniving the measure of my physique and the size of my... knockers.

"Turn on the ignition," I now sounded like a command, and he looked at me with delight. "Stop it. I have to get off, and prepare for the event tonight."

He grinned. "Surely you would win the crown."

I remained noiseless. Until he put the ignition on and expedite the car to its usual speed. I don't think he could do greater than what I watched a few weeks ago. I can't say that I'm a fan, but I just love the way the cars exceed against each other.

As we stopped at the house. I did not bother to invite him to come inside. But I was polite enough to give him a smile for bringing me here safe and clean. Oh, boy. His lips smoother my skin. I was no longer clean.

"Thanks," I said with a modest smile, and walked out of the car, crawling my feet to the gate.

When I opened the door, I saw Sheram busy texting on his phone. His face looked like a torn piece of art. What happened to this man?

"You're late."

I heard a voice, a familiar voice.

I turned round to welcome his sight. "Ghad, I'm sorry."

He halted in front of me, and I embraced him with a peck on the cheek. I know he was exhausted based on his looks, but he was still the most responsible brother that Sheram had.

"Did he drive you off?" he questioned, and I nodded. "Where was he? Umuwi na ba?"

I don't feel like explaining all of these interrogation. I don't have time to wind his status up. I'm in a haste and I'll be holding this city's name later this evening.

"He takes off," I simply replied, and he gave me a sour look. "What is that look? Ghad, It's not my fault if he doesn't want to come in here."

He pushed through the topic, and I breathed. "I know you two aren't on good terms. He proposed to you and you rejected him. I didn't even know what your objective was for neglecting him."

My main objective? Hmm... what's my main objective again? I forgot it. Besides, he's not on my list. Sorry for the support, Ghad. I don't like him, even a chance.

He exhaled, smiling. "Sige na, magbihis ka na. Manonood pa kami ng performance mo mamaya." He looked at Sheram, who was now simpering like a nut. "Sheram, you get your ass out of there and get dressed."

"Damn it, hindi ako sasama," he growled and snapped off his phone. "My stomach is aching."

My brows raised unexpectedly. What did he just do to his health? I walked briskly to him and scanned him. He was pale and his lips were parched. What the heck is this man feeling right now?

"God, you look faint." I captured his head, pressing my hand on his neck. "And you're even burning. Are you sick?"

He looked away, taking my hand off from him. "I'm not. Get away from me. I just need some rest."

"No, you're not okay. You stubborn kid!" I grabbed my phone and looked through my phone book's list until I saw Dr. Ricuzo. "You need to get some medication."

The phone rang twice and someone spoke on the line. "Hello? Oh, Ms. Anasco."

So I began, clipping my lips, anxious. "Doc, I need you here right now. My cousin is sick. He is burning hot. We don't know what to do."

I heard a noise from the background, a book that had been tossed on the table, I guess. I don't know everything about healing, and I think this is the most best expertise that I should have.

"Okay, hija. I'm on my way there," and he then breathed and continued, "just keep him cool until I arrive."

"Sige po," I said as I ended the call and looked at my cousin. "Are you okay now?"

"Christ, get out of me!" he shouted, and I sighed in grimace.

"Just wait a couple of minutes and you'll be okay," I assured him, and he bobbed his head, closing his eyes and covering them with his right arm.

"Iwan mo na muna natin siya," Ghad suggested, and I nodded. "Ang kulit kasi, 'yan tuloy. Pumunta ba naman ng Mandaluyong nang hindi ginamit ang sasakyan niya."

"What was he doing there?" I asked frantically.

He inhaled, robbing his temples. "His chasing that girl he saw in the market."

My eyebrows are raised. "In the market, huh? What were you guys doing in the market, anyway?"

"We're looking for a rare fruit that Sheram is yearning for. I don't know what came to his mind and gripped me in that place." He breathed in and continued, "we didn't even see any of the fruits that he had just seen on the internet."

My eyebrow arc. "What's the name of the fruit?"

"Rambutan? I don't know," and he then shrugged, sitting on the couch and looking at me. "Do you know that fruit?"

God, what's rambutan? If this was an Asian fruit, it would probably be the hairy lychee. I settled down on the couch next to him, and even forgot to change my clothes.

"Is this a hairy kind of a fruit?" I inquired and he nodded, sighing. "Goodness. I know that fruit. I tried it when we went to Thailand, and it even tastes good. I do like the balance of the sweet and a bit of sour."

He shrugged. "I don't know, I have not even tried it. So, yeah. That's why we went there and saw nothing but mangos."

As I knew about the fruit, it would only bloom from August to October. It's a seasonal fruit, yet it becomes the most eaten fruit in Southeast Asia. I miss Thailand.

I smiled shyly. "Ghad, I have to change my clothes. I feel hot when I'm wearing this."

He nodded, smiling. "Sure, get dressed and have your meal."

I stomped my head and walked into the scaffolding. My thighs were tired and I had to relax them. When I open the door, I release the bad energy that convulsed me a while ago. He will always be my bad influence. He's putting all of the ills in my brain.

I removed the two-inch heels that I was wearing, while he volunteered to grab all of my things. Wait, where are my heels? I looked around and there were none. When you were this naive and distracted yourself from him, he was the one holding it. My subconscious shouted back at me.

Shit! I brushed a hand on my face. What the heck did I just do? Why did I even let him handle my things? Ah! I'm so careless.

I snatched my phone from the hem of my ripped leggings. I dialed his number and waited for almost three seconds.

"Yes, sweetie?" he coos.

"Where is my stuff?" I scolded him and I heard him chuckle. "Where the heck are them?"

"Come on, sweet. Calm down..." His voice is beyond deriding, and I'm burning in dispute right now. "These are mine for now. I will give them back to you later."

I lambasted him in my brain, with my hands rolled into a fist. "Don't ever take one of them, or else I will do what I have planned."

"Damn it! I would really want to see you right now," he said with a thud of relief. "See you later, baby. By the way, Ghad couldn't drive. So, you'll be siiting in my car again."

I was about to speak when he ended the call. I hung my words and I just clipped my lips and cursed him in a rough way.

After I eat, I prepare all of the clothes I will need during the event. Sheram, on the other hand, looked fine when Dr. Ricuzo, my uncle, checked him up and advised us on the medicine he would have to take.

"Fereine," someone had called me, and I studied him. He ran a sight to my dress. "Damn, you're kiling the night."

I smiled. "This was not really the dress I would be wearing later."

He bobbed his sight to the cloth, and then back to my eyes. "This looks fantastic. Are you kidding me?"

I shrugged. "Maybe, I don't know."

When he was going to speak, we heard the honking of the car outside. I took my sight off of Sheram and I looked at him. He gave me a look and walked past me.

I drew a breath and went to see my cousin. Thank God the medicine was effective for him. I pecked a kiss on his brow, took a few glances, and pulled out of the house.

As I stepped a few meters away from his car, he stared at me and waited for my shadow to abide with him. His face became blank and his eyes were cold, and I couldn't even read what was in it.

I stroll into his car. He greeted me with a look and I ignored him. When I was about to open the door, he grabbed my shoulder and pressed his lips on my ear, making a small trembling spiral motion in my earlobe.

"You can't ignore me," he whispered almost indisnctly.

I shook my shoulder and opened the door. I sat down next to Ghadmer, who had been busy watching pictures of the same woman since then. I glanced at him for the last time and rested my head over the headboard, clearing all the negativities that were imposed on my head.

When the door closed, I did not open my eyes. Despite the fact that he would stare at me, I would not want to see his rough, squared-shape face. I even firmed my grasp on my eyes as if I was meditating.