One hot night, two broken souls

Chapter 2

His POV

"OH, f**k!" I cursed myself loudly when I remembered that it was our anniversary yesterday. I got so caught up yesterday since I had just started my on-the-job training at our family's company. As the eldest son, I am being trained to replace my dad as president of Saavedra Furniture and Designs soon. Now I know why Gly refused to answer all my calls. I hit the steering wheel in frustration.

"You're so stupid!" I scolded myself.

I went to a flower shop, I bought her tulips. Those are her favorites. I'm heading to her unit— and if begging on my knees is what it takes, so be it. But if I can't have her the gentle way, then I'll take her with the kind of passion I know I excel at. For the three long years that we've been together, I already knew how I would get her back.

I walked through the lobby, a bouquet of tulips in my right hand, heading straight for the elevator. I rushed when I saw that it was about to close. I quickly thrust my hand forward to stop the elevator door from closing. But I froze the moment my eyes landed on the woman inside it. For a second, I wondered if this elevator was heading to heaven—heaven because an angel was standing right there.

I know I probably sound cringe, but she looked like an angel. Her skin was as fair as one, and her long, sleek black hair fell perfectly, looking so healthy and smooth. There wasn't a trace of makeup on her face—everything about her was natural. A delicate face, a perfectly pointed nose... she was one of a kind. I smiled at her, but she just stared back, expressionless. I stepped inside the elevator, about to press the button for Gly's floor— but she had already pressed it. What were the odds we were heading to the same place? With nothing else to do, I pressed the close button and moved to the side, aware that she was standing right behind me. The air between us felt... different.

Fuck! She smelled so sweet and innocent, I could feel her gaze burning into my back, and just to be sure, I glanced at the elevator doors. Our reflections stared back at me—her eyes fixed on me, making my pulse race for reasons I didn't quite understand. I was right, she was checking me out. Did she even realize that I could see her through the reflection? A secretive smile played on my lips as I felt the weight of her gaze on me.

As the elevator doors slid open, I stepped out first, still aware of her presence right behind me. I could feel her footsteps echoing mine, and to my surprise, we stopped in front of neighboring units. We rang the doorbell at the same time. I glanced at her from the side, and my breath hitched— she was stunning. Her side profile highlighted the perfect shape of her nose and her long, delicate lashes. And it wasn't just her face—she had curves that made it impossible not to notice.

Oh, f*ck! I froze on the spot when she suddenly gazed at me. Her eyes met mine, and for a second, it felt like time stopped. She looked just as startled, but before either of us could react, someone from inside the unit pulled her in, closing the door behind her. Shaking my head, I snapped myself out of it and pressed Gly's doorbell again when she still hadn't answered. A few moments later, I finally heard the sound of the doorknob unlocking. I prepared my most charming smile just as the door swung open.

"How much—” She froze mid-sentence when her eyes landed on me. She wasn't expecting me. Her gaze shifted to the bouquet in my hand, then back to my face. My smile stayed firmly in place, waiting for her reaction, but it faded when she slammed her door right in front of my face. I quickly pressed the doorbell again and knocked on her door, but she didn't open it anymore.

"Baby! Please let's talk! I'm sorry, okay! Let's make up, please! I'm so sorry I forgot our anniversary. It's just that I was so busy with my training. I'm sorry, please... I promise it won't happen again! C'mon, baby, please!"

It's our third anniversary; I can't blame her if she acted that way. I knew where she was coming from. I've been missing a lot of time with her for the past few days, but she has been so patient with me. I never heard her complain; she always understands me, but maybe I've already pushed her patience to the limit.

"Baby, please . . . I will make it up to you. Baby! Baby, open the door please!" I knocked simultaneously.I didn't care if I disturbed the entire floor. I was this close to pounding on her door. After a while, I finally heard the sound of her doorknob unlocking. Finally, she opened the door. I thought she had finally taken pity on me—but I was wrong. She faced me with anger written all over her pretty face.

"Will you please go home? A staff member had already called to my attention that somebody from my neighborhood reported to them that you ruined their peaceful life. Please give me some favors. Leave me alone! If you don't stop, I'm going to call the security myself and tell them to drag you out of this building! Don't you get it? I don't want to talk! I was even surprised that you still remember that you still have a girlfriend, you asshole!"

She was mad. I raised my hand to touch her, but she just slapped it away.

“Your old tricks won't work on me anymore, Jerick!”

She started to close her door again, but I blocked it with my arm. Of course, I was stronger than her—I'm a man, after all. Despite her resistance, I pushed my way inside her unit. She kept struggling, but I wrapped one arm around her, holding her close, while my other hand reached the back to shut the door and lock it behind us.

"F*ck you—" I cut her off using my lips. She pressed both hands against my chest, pushing me away, struggling desperately to break free from my grasp and kiss, but of course I didn't let her.

I forced my tongue inside her mouth. She pursed her lips. I carried her

Pinilit kong ipasok ang dila sa loob ng kaniyang bibig, She pressed her lips together as I lifted her off the floor. She kicked her legs, struggling against my hold. I carried her into her room. We fell onto her soft bed, and my lips trailed down to her neck.

"This is trespassing, harassment, r**e! You, asshole! Do you think I fall for your tricks? Aah! f**k!" The side of my lips rose when a moan escaped from her lips when I inserted my finger in her pearl. She didn't even realize that my hand had already slipped inside her shorts.

I traced her pearl and found her c**t.

“You f*cking assh0le, aah!" Her body arched instinctively as I gently pressed my lips against her chest. I slowly lifted her oversized shirt, my touch soft and careful.

I felt a sense of victory when I sensed her surrender. I gently removed her shirt, followed by her shorts. My lips trailed softly down her stomach, moving lower with tender care. I kissed her little precious down there. Her fingers tangled in my hair as she held on tightly. I French kissed her pearl. I licked it using my tongue. I let her spread her legs wide, and using my fingers, I spread her two lips down there to have better access to her c**t.

I licked it again. It was like licking ice cream, but tastier than ice cream. I kept on licking her, sipping her, and licking her again; I was doing it alternately. She was going crazy; she was mentioning my name over and over again. I then started to insert my two fingers, which made her crazy even more. I moved my fingers in and out simultaneously while licking her. When I noticed that she was about to reach her peak, I stopped. I smirked.

"Oh, baby, please. . ." She didn't even bother that the table just turned.

"Am I now forgiven. . . ?" My two fingers were still inside of her, my mouth still in between her.

"What the f*ck, Jerick! I have already let you f*ck me, so please continue, I'm going crazy now."

"Please say it, please tell me that I'm forgiven." I brushed a soft, lingering kiss against her center, then paused—a gesture that only seemed to drive her even more wild.

"Oh, f**k! Yes!"

"Yes, what?!" I clicked on her again, and paused again. I was smirking the whole time.

"Yes! You are forgiven! Please, you are slowly killing me!" When I heard her words, my movements grew more intense, responding to the desire building between us, as I guided her closer to the edge of sensation.

A few seconds later, I felt her body tremble as waves of pleasure overtook her. I stayed close, savoring every part of her response.

I stepped off the bed and removed the rest of my clothes, finally feeling the release of tension that had been building inside me. Gently, I took hold of Gly's legs and pulled her toward the edge of the bed. I parted her thighs once more, aligning myself with her, and slowly entered her. Staying at the edge of the bed, I moved with deep, steady intensity—and she met me with the same passion.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!" she moaned. I looked down at where our bodies were joined, then my eyes traveled back to her face—she was gazing at me, lips slightly parted. Our eyes locked in an intense, unspoken connection. I mouthed the words, "I love you," and she softly answered the same.

I flipped her over. I f****d her from behind. She was now moaning my name louder, and she wasn't afraid that the next room could hear her. I flipped her again, and we were now staring at each other again. I could feel us both nearing the edge, the tension building with every moment. I slammed my d**k hard on her center until, with a few more pumps, I released all my liquid inside of her. She also released all of them for the second time.

She's still taking her pills, so we didn't bother if I got her pregnant.