Irresistibly Yours, Enemy Mine

Chapter 20

An exclusive cliffside resort in Tagaytay, overlooking the sunset and Taal Lake.

Everything was perfect.

The wind was soft, brushing against the delicate silk drapes flowing around the glass chapel. Golden sunlight poured in from the open sides, and every guest was dressed like they’d stepped out of a luxury magazine.

The aisle was long. Lined with white tulips, ivory roses, and flickering candles.

And there, at the end, stood Alaric.

Dressed in a classic black tuxedo. Hair neatly combed. Eyes soft. Jaw tense—not because he was nervous. But because the moment he saw her…

He forgot how to breathe.

“Ladies and gentlemen… please rise.”

Soft music swelled as the chapel doors opened.

And there she was.

Stine.

In a breathtaking, hand-embroidered gown. Off-shoulder. Flowing down like liquid moonlight. Her veil shimmered in the light, and her eyes locked onto Alaric’s as if no one else existed.

Don Ramon on her left. Doña Clarisse on her right. Both proudly walking her down the aisle.

Theo, Ram, and Jace? Already teary-eyed. Zion and Eli were wiping their eyes, too, but pretending it was just allergies.

Alaric’s chest rose and fell. He blinked—once, twice—like convincing himself this wasn’t a dream.

She was walking toward him.

Not out of duty.

But because she chose him.

They stood face to face now, in front of the altar.

“Hi,” she whispered.

“Hi,” he whispered back, smiling through his tears.

The officiant began.

“Today, we witness the joining of two souls… who started as enemies, grew as rivals, fell as strangers… and rose as lovers.”

Everyone chuckled knowingly.

Vows.

Alaric spoke first, holding her hands with both of his, steady but full of raw emotion.

“I used to think love was a game. A distraction. Something I could avoid forever. But then you came—messy, loud, stubborn, beautiful you. You flipped my entire world… and I never want it right-side up again. I love you, Stine. In every lifetime, I’ll find you and fall for you again.”

Stine was already crying.

She took a breath, laughing softly through her tears.

“I hated you, you know,” she whispered. “You were arrogant, bossy, full of yourself…”

Everyone laughed.

“But every fight, every moment we hated each other… was just a cover for how scared I was to love you. Because deep down, I already did. And now? There’s no one else I’d rather scream at forever.”

“I now pronounce you husband and wife—”

“About damn time,” Theo muttered loudly, earning more laughs.

“You may kiss the bride.”

And oh, he did.

Slow. Deep. Full of love.

Cheers erupted. The sky exploded in soft petals as doves flew above the chapel.

Behind them, the sea shimmered. The wind danced.

And the world seemed to hold its breath.

Because finally...

Celestine Navarro-Ybañez and Alaric Ybañez were married.

Reception highlights:

First dance to a slow, live piano version of “Can’t Help Falling in Love”

Theo gave the funniest but most emotional best man speech

Ram and Jace made a slideshow of all their childhood fights

Alaric whispered “wife” every chance he could that night

Stine changed into a second dress for the afterparty—and Alaric’s jaw dropped again

Last scene of the night:

Alaric and Stine on the balcony of their bridal suite, barefoot, wine in hand.

“I still hate you sometimes,” she teased.

“I know,” he smiled. “But now you’re stuck with me.”

She leaned on his shoulder, eyes soft. “Forever.”

NAIA TERMINAL – PRIVATE LOUNGE

Tahimik ang paligid habang magkahawak-kamay sina Alaric at Stine sa private lounge, waiting for the boarding call. First class ang flight. First month together as husband and wife. First chapter ng bagong buhay nila.

Stine glanced down at her hand — doon sa bagong kinang ng wedding ring sa daliri niya. Elegant. Classic. And beside her, the man she married… still staring at her like she’s the only thing that matters.

“You ready, Mrs. Ibañez?” bulong ni Alaric habang dinudutdot ang palad niya.

“Ready for the flight?” she teased, raising a brow.

“No,” he smirked. “Ready for the honeymoon. For the things I plan to do to you… in five different countries.”

Napasinghap si Stine, half-laughing, half-namumula. “Grabe ka. Akala ko tour ito, hindi ruin-me itinerary.”

“Oh, it’s both,” bulong niya sa tenga nito. “One country at a time, baby. Bawat gabi, ibang paraan ng pagpapaligaya.

Nang tinawag na ang boarding nila, tumayo si Alaric at pinasan ang backpack nila, pero lumingon pa rin kay Stine habang inaakay ito palabas ng lounge.

“You sure you can handle this month with me?”

Stine smirked, pulling him by the collar for one last kiss before takeoff.

“Try me, Mr. Ibañez.”

First Stop for their honeymoon. BALI, INDONESIA – JUNGLE VILLA

Pagkababa pa lang nila ng private car ay agad na sumalubong sa kanila ang mabangong halimuyak ng insenso at bulaklak. Ang villa nila ay nakatago sa gitna ng luntiang gubat, surrounded by trees, bamboo walls, and nature sounds na parang soundtrack ng isang pelikula.

May infinity pool. Open-air bedroom. At isang kama na may puting silk sheets, pinalilibutan ng sheer canopy.

“Nakakaloka 'tong lugar na ’to,” bulong ni Stine habang nakatingala sa mga fireflies. “Parang enchanted.”

“Perfect,” sagot ni Alaric habang hinahaplos ang balakang niya mula sa likod. “Para sa reyna ng buhay ko.”

Sa umaga, naglakad sila sa Ubud Monkey Forest. Stine wore a flowy dress habang si Alaric ay naka-white polo na bahagyang bukas ang dibdib. Kumapit ito sa kanya habang pinapanood nilang maglaro ang mga unggoy.

Nagpunta rin sila sa Tegallalang Rice Terraces, kung saan nag-picture taking sila, tawanan, holding hands habang binabagtas ang makitid na daan.

Nag-late lunch sila sa isang rooftop restaurant. Coconut water. Nasi goreng. At mga mata nilang hindi makabitaw sa isa’t isa.

“You keep staring,” sabi ni Stine, ngumiti.

“Bakit? May asawa na ako. Karapatan ko 'to.”

THAT NIGHT – OPEN-AIR BEDROOM

Dumidilim na, at ang mga kandila sa paligid ng canopy bed ang nagsisilbing ilaw. Naka-white satin robe si Stine. Walang suot sa loob.

Nakatayo si Alaric sa dulo ng kama, naka-boxer shorts na lang.

Tahimik silang nagtitigan. Parehong kinakabahan. Pero parehong sabik.

“You’re really mine now,” bulong ni Alaric.

Lumapit siya kay Stine. Kinuha ang kamay nito at hinalikan ang palad. “Tonight, baby… I don’t wanna rush. Gusto kong alalahanin mo ’to habang-buhay.”

He gently loosened the knot of her robe. Dahan-dahan. Walang pagmamadali. Hanggang bumulaga ang makinis niyang balat sa ilaw ng kandila.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” sabi niya habang tinitingala ito. “I’m honored to be your first night bilang asawa.”

She smiled nervously. “Alaric… make love to me.”

Hinalikan siya ni Alaric sa labi — malambot, dahan-dahan, puno ng damdamin. Isa. Dalawa. Hanggang sa lumalim, mainit, ngunit hindi marahas.

Gumapang ang halik niya sa leeg ni Stine, sa balikat, hanggang sa dibdib. He kissed the space between her breasts, then one n****e — softly sucking, tongue swirling, hand caressing the other.

Stine moaned, arching slightly.

“You okay, baby?” tanong niya habang ang palad ay dumudulas pababa sa tiyan niya.

“Mhmm… please don’t stop.”

Bumaba ang halik ni Alaric — sa puson, sa gilid ng balakang, hanggang sa pagitan ng hita niya.

Dahan-dahan siyang bumuka. At bago siya kainin, tiningala muna siya ni Alaric. “I want to taste every part of my wife.”

Then his tongue slid over her folds — slow and gentle. Sinimulan niyang himurin ang clit ni Stine, sabay pasok ng isang daliri. Then two. Curling them gently while licking with rhythm.

She gasped. “A-Alaric—s**t—”

“Let go for me, baby. Just feel.”

At sa unang orgasm niya bilang misis niya, hindi siya pinigilang sumigaw ng pangalan nito.

Umangat si Alaric, humalik muli sa labi niya habang hinihila ang boxers pababa.

“You ready for me?”

“Yes… please.”

Pinasok niya si Stine ng dahan-dahan. Mainit. Masikip. Bawat pulgada ay marahan, sinasalubong ng malalim na halik.

“God… you feel so good,” ungol niya habang nagsimulang gumalaw — mabagal, makirot, masarap.

Nagtagpo ang mga katawan nila sa ritmo ng ulan sa labas. Soft thrusts. Whispered moans. Habol-hininga. Pa-minsan-minsan ay sasabihin ni Alaric:

“I love you, baby.”

“You’re mine now.”

“You’re all I need.”

He shifted positions — lifting her leg over his shoulder, going deeper. Then later, naka-spooning sila. Mabagal pa rin, intimate.

She came twice. He held her every time.

At nang labasan siya, niyakap niya ito ng mahigpit, burying his face in her neck as he released.

Hindi sila agad gumalaw.

Nakahiga si Stine sa dibdib niya, nakabalot sa kumot, habang pinaglalaruan ni Alaric ang buhok niya.

“Thank you,” bulong ni Stine.

“For what?”

“For making me feel like I’m the only woman in the world.”

“You are,” sagot niya. “And for the next four countries, I’m gonna prove it to you—every night."

Sa 8th day ng kanilang honeymoon, they arrive at Maldives.

Pagdating pa lang nila sa villa na tutuluyan nila ay napa-hinto si Stine sa harap ng glass doors. Sa harap nila — ang Indian Ocean, endless, calm, at kulay perlas sa ilalim ng araw.

May balcony. May infinity pool. At isang hagdang direktang babagsak sa tubig dagat.

“Ang ganda…” bulong ni Stine.

“Not as beautiful as you,” sagot ni Alaric habang niyayakap siya mula sa likod, ang mga labi nito ay dumadampi sa leeg niya.

“Kainis ka,” natatawa niyang sabi.

“Dinner first.”

Pumili sila ng isang seaside restaurant just a few meters from their villa. May mga hanging lanterns. Live acoustic music. Candlelit tables.

Stine wore a backless silk dress with a deep slit up to her thigh. No bra. And Alaric had been staring at her cleavage all night.

“So,” sabi niya habang humihigop ng wine, “anong balak mong gawin after nito?”

He leaned closer. “Ikaw.”

“Gago,” she giggled.

Pero bigla siyang lumapit pa at bumulong. “Baby, do something for me…”

She blinked. “What?”

“Panty mo. Hubarin mo. Ngayon na.”

Her eyes widened. “Ha?! Dito?”

He nodded, smiling devilishly. “Now. Under the table.”

Stine’s heart raced. Pero sa tindi ng titig ni Alaric — at sa init sa pagitan ng hita niya — unti-unti niyang ini-slide pababa ang panty niya habang nakaupo. Mabilis. Palihim.

Inabot niya ito kay Alaric sa ilalim ng mesa.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sabay bulsa ng panty niya. “Now open your legs.”

“Alaric…”

Kinagat ni Stine ang labi niya, unti-unting bumuka, tinatakpan ng napakahabang tablecloth ang mga binti niya.

Alaric's hand slid under the table, papasok sa hita niya, paakyat. Nang marating nito ang basa na niyang hiwa, napasinghap siya.

“Alaric, stop—people will see—”

“No one can see. But they can watch you blush.”

His fingers parted her folds, and one slid in slowly.

Stine gasped, eyes fluttering shut.

“Keep eating,” bulong niya.

He fingered her under the table — slow at first, then faster, rubbing her clit with his thumb. Her breathing became shallow.

“You’re so wet, baby. You like being touched in public?”

She could barely answer. Her hand gripped the edge of the table as she came — biting her lip, silently moaning.

Alaric just smirked and wiped his fingers discreetly. “Let’s go home.”

Pagbalik nila sa villa, agad silang naglakad papunta sa edge ng deck. Maliwanag ang buwan. Kalma ang tubig. Walang ibang tao sa paligid.

Hinubad ni Alaric ang shirt niya, then walked down the steps into the water.

“Maligo ka agad?” tanong ni Stine.

“No. Sumunod ka rito. Naked.”

She hesitated — then slowly let her dress fall to the floor. Wala siyang panty. Walang bra. Tanging balat niya ang suot niya sa ilaw ng buwan.

Pumasok siya sa tubig. Alaric pulled her into his arms.

“You’re so f*****g beautiful,” bulong niya. “Let me make love to you right here.”

And he kissed her — deep, urgent, needy.

His hands roamed her back, hips, then cupped her ass as he lifted her slightly, legs wrapping around his waist.

She felt his hardness pressing against her entrance.

“Here?” she breathed.

“Yes, baby. In the water. Under the stars. Right now.”

He guided himself into her slowly — inch by inch — habang nakalutang sila sa tubig.

She moaned as he filled her completely, arms wrapped tightly around his neck.

Every thrust was deep, smooth, slow. The water added friction and pressure — it felt different, intense, raw.

Alaric kissed her neck, her shoulders, her lips, all while moving inside her, creating waves around them.

“c*m for me again, baby,” he whispered. “Let the ocean feel you shake.”

She did. Moaning, clinging to him, body trembling as the orgasm took over her.

He thrust faster now, groaning, voice raw in her ear. “f**k… I’m close…”

And with a final deep stroke, he came inside her, holding her tightly as the waves calmed around them.

They floated there for a while — still joined, still breathing heavily — beneath the stars.

“I love you,” bulong ni Stine.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” sagot niya. “Every night. Every country.”