Hiding The Fontanilla's Heir

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SPG. MATURE CONTENT AHEAD.

Hindi pa man nag-iinit ang likod ni Layla sa sofa nang marinig niya ang pagtunog ng doorbell ng kaniyang apartment. Dali-dali naman siyang bumangon para tingnan kung sino iyon dahil alam niyang hindi uuwi si Dylan.

It must be the delivery man. Um-order nga pala siya ng gamit sa online shop noong isang araw.

"Cash on delivery po b—"

Hindi na niya naituloy ang sasabihin nang makita kung sino ang nasa tapat ng kaniyang pinto. He smiled before going inside her apartment.

"What are you doing here?" gulat na tanong niya sa binata.

Declan smiled as he sat on the sofa. "Hi?"

Layla's forehead creased before she locked the door. Matapos i-lock iyon ay bumaling siya ng tingin kay Declan na prenteng nakaupo sa sofa. "Anong ginagawa mo rito?" kalmadong tanong niya.

"Iniwan mo sa akin ang pinamili mo at ako ang pinagbayad. Nandito ako para maningil."

"Hindi ko naman sinabing bayaran mo," saad niya at malakas na bumuntong hininga.

Declan turned his head towards her direction. "Bakit ka umalis? Parang nagmamadali ka kanina noong umalis ka."

She stilled on her spot. Hindi naman niya puwedeng sabihin sa binata na nakita niya sa grocery store si Ezekiel dahil paniguradong magtataka ito kung bakit siya tumakbo. Layla bit her lower lip as she toyed with her fingers.

"Layla?" Declan asked once again.

"Naiwan ko palang bukas ang gasul. . ."

Layla wants to slap herself for lying that way but she can't think of any alibi other than that. Mukha namang naniwala ang binata dahil muli nitong ipinalibot ang tingin sa kabuuan ng apartment niya.

"So dito ka nakatira?" tanong ng binata habang iginagala ang mata sa paligid.

"Y-Yes."

"Bakit kakaunti ang gamit? Parang. . . Parang hindi ka palaging umuuwi," mahinang saad ni Declan habang nakakunot ang noong nakatingin sa mga gamit niya sa bahay.

She swallowed the lump on her throat as she looked away. "Palagi akong nasa shop," palusot niya.

"Kaninong laruan 'yon?"

Agad na nanlaki ang mga mata ni Layla at tumingin sa gawi kung saan nakatingin si Declan. She internally cursed herself when she saw the toys. Bumaling ang tingin niya kay Declan at pilit ikinalma ang sarili.

"Sa pinsan ko. Dinala rito ni Tita kaya ako muna ang nag-aalaga."

Declan slowly nod his head. "Kaya ka bumili ng gatas na pambata?" he asked.

Tumango naman si Layla bilang pagsang-ayon. "Oo, 'yon nga."

"So you're alone here?"

"Bakit?" tanong niya kay Declan at lumapit sa puwesto nito.

"Walang darating na ibang tao?"

She shook her head in return. "Ako lang mag-isa rito kaya kung may masama kang balak gawin, may CCTV sa labas ng bahay na patunay na ikaw ang pumasok dito," banta niya.

Declan chuckled. "How do you say so?"

"What?" she asked confusedly.

"That I'll do something bad to you," he added as he leaned on the sofa for a much comfortable stance.

Natahimik naman si Layla dahil sa tanong ng binata. She knew what he is trying to do. Gusto nitong pag-usapan ang nangyari limang taon na ang nakakalipas. Layla heaved a deep sigh before looking at Declan. "Umalis ka na," seryosong utos niya.

"Why?"

"Masamang tingnan na magkasama tayong dalawa."

"Why?"

"Declan, we were ex lovers. Ano na lamang ang sasabihin ng ibang tao kapag nakita nilang magkasama tayo?"

Declan smirked as if he won something. "The hell I care with their opinions about us?"

She sighed frustratedly because of what he said. "Hindi ka ba nag-iisip? May fiancé ka at kliyente ko ang fiancé mo."

"And?"

"Declan," suway niya. "You're acting like a goddamn child!"

"I'm not. Nag-uusap tayo, right?"

Layla rolled her eyes. "Hindi ka nakikinig sa akin."

"We're not doing anything wrong, my Layla. We're just talking."

"Hindi nga sabi maganda na makita nila tayong magkasam—"

"Hindi naman nila malalaman na magkasama tayo." He cut her off as he flashed a mischievous grin on his face.

"What the heck are you talking about— Yah!"

Layla can't help but to scream when Declan suddenly gripped her wrist and pulled her towards his direction. Her eyes immediately widened when she found herself sitting on his lap. Akmang tatayo na siya pero mas mabilis na naipalibot ni Declan ang kaniyang kamay sa beywang nito.

"What the heck are you doing, Fontanilla?" she hissed.

Declan smirked. "I just want to smell you," saad ng binata at isinubsob ang mukha sa leeg ni Layla.

"Kung gusto mo akong amuyin, ibibigay ko na lamang sa 'yo ang pabango ko."

"Nah. I want to smell you. . . Your scent, your skin. . . Everything," bulong nito habang paunti-unting hinahalikan ang leeg niya.

Layla did her best not to moan because of what he's doing. "Stop doing that, Declan," utos niya.

"Why? You don't like it?" he asked as his lips pressed against her neck, slowly licking her skin.

"T-This is wrong. . ." she said, almost a moan.

Umalis naman sa leeg niya si Declan at sunod nitong pinuntirya ang labi niya. Declan was quick enough to capture her lips and swirl his expert tongue inside her mouth.

"Hindi mo gusto?" Declan asked once again after letting go of her lips.

Sasagot pa sana siya pero muling inangkin ni Declan ang kaniyang mga labi. She doesn't want to answer Declan's kisses but unknowingly, she found her tongue, fighting with Declan's tongue inside their mouth.

Declan's hands quickly went inside her shirt. Bahagya naman siyang napaigtad nang himasin nito ang kaniyang dibdib.

"D-Declan. . ." Napahawak siya sa balikat nito nang pakawalan ni Declan ang kaniyang mga labi. Nagpatuloy naman ang binata sa pagmasahe sa kaniyang dibdib.

Layla's toes curled when Declan unhooked her bra and removed her shirt away from her body. "This is wrong," she whispered.

"Layla," he called her name. Hinalikan nito ang kaniyang noo pababa sa tungki ng kaniyang ilong hanggang marating ang kaniyang mga labi. "Why did you came back?" pabulong nitong tanong habang mapusok na hinahalikan ang kaniyang mga labi na para bang sabik na sabik sa kaniyang mga halik. "Akala ko nakalimutan na kita."

"Declan. . ."

"You're making me insane again, Layla. This is bad," he whispered as he kissed her deeply, passionately, and fervently.

"We shouldn't do this. This is wrong, Declan," Layla said, almost a whisper but enough for him to hear.

"Mababaliw ako, Layla. Binabaliw mo ako kaya kasalanan mo ang lahat ng ito."

Walang nagawa si Layla kung hindi tumugon sa mga halik ng binata. Gone all of her morals and conscience. Wala siyang ibang gusto nang mga oras na iyon kung hindi halikan ang binata. God knows how much she missed his kisses. What's the point of stopping if they both like it?

Unti-unting ipinalibot ni Layla ang braso sa leeg ni Declan habang tinutugon ang mga halik nito. Ang kamay naman ng binata ay abala sa pagmasahe sa kaniyang mga dibdib.

"Oh. . . Declan. . ."

"Ayaw mo pa rin ba?" he whispered as he nipped her breast. Napaigtad naman si Layla nang paglaruan ng binata ang kaniyang dalawang tuktok.

"Declan. . ." she moaned. Mas lalo pa nitong isinubsob ang mukha ng binata sa kaniyang dibdib.

Muli siyang napaigtad nang maramdaman ang pagbaba ng isang kamay ni Declan mula sa kaniyang dibdib patungo sa kaniyang tiyan. She moaned when his hand reached her feminity. Ipinasok nito ang kamay sa loob ng suot niyang skirt kaya't agad siyang napaungol.

Kinagat ni Layla ang kaniyang labi nang hagurin ng daliri ni Declan ang biyak ng kaniyang p********e. Halos mawalan siya ng hininga nang unti-unti nitong ipinasok ang daliri sa loob niya.

The feeling of his finger entering and stretching her walls is making her shiver in sheer pleasure. "Declan. . . Oh. . ."

"So wet, baby," he whispered on her ear. "I like it."

Her eyes rolled back in pleasure when Declan started thrusting his fingers inside her. Pabilis nang pabilis ang paggalaw ng daliri nito sa loob niya kaya't hindi maiwasang umungol nang malakas ni Layla dahil sa sarap.

"Declan, oh! Ah! Yes. . . More! Faster!" she moaned as she humped her hips. "Yes, oh. Faster, Declan. Declan. Faster."

Sinapo niya ang mukha ni Declan at siniil ito ng mapusok na halik. She snake her tongue inside his mouth, kissing him senseless. Wala na siyang pakialam sa kung anong maaaring mangyari bukas o sa mga susunod na araw dahil sa ginagawa nila. All she wants is to feel pleasure through Declan.

Their tongue battled in sync, both were almost lost in the rhythm of their kiss. "Layla. . ." Declan moaned in between of their kisses.

Declan expertly removed his shirt while still kissing Layla. Nang mahubad naman nito ang kaniyang damit ay muling siniil ni Layla ng halik ang binata.

"I don't think I can stop here, my Layla. If you don't want me to do this thing with you. . ." He kissed her again, as if she'll go away. "If you don't want, then stop me now."

"And if I do?" Layla asked.

"Then I'll gladly do it with you."

A small smile crept her lips before claiming Declan's lips once again. "I want you, Declan. Even just for tonight."

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