Lashing Waves in a Gentleman's Arms (Delborja Series #2)

Chapter 1

SPG

"Cate Montes, how are you related to the old Montinegro being linked to you? Was there really a relationship with you two?" A news reporter came to me running as soon as I walk out of the car.

Wearing my black wayferer, black coat, black skirt, black knitted top that shows my cleavage and a bit of my tummy, and black high heels knee length boots. I walk straight the agency's entrance.

"Angel, what was the commotion all about?" I asked my personal assistant as I remove my shades.

I walk pass the staffs shamelessly watching me walk.

"Ahmmm. I think we can just talk about it through the meeting. It will be one of the agenda for today's meeting." My angel said while half running to cope up with how fast I walk.

This is not funny anymore. I have a clue what's this all about but I don't want to finger point immediately unless they tell me who's behind this.

"So, your mom—"

"My mom is dead. A long time ago," I rolled my eyes at my manager.

"Yes, I apologize." Leecy cleared his throat, "Your step mother has been spreading news again about you seeing the CEO of Montinegro Inc. which, I think and sure, you're not aware about."

"You frantically right." I sighed, almost groaned.

"We have to clear this up or it will ruin your career," Angel, "Some people have been commenting on this issue that you love seeing... sugar daddies..."

"Sugar daddies!" I exclaimed and laughed histerically, "A rotten eggs for a fresh flower, how is that possible? Are they even thinking?"

I look at all of the people infront of me. Here is the President of the agency, miss Devinia, my two managers, Leecy and Bern, my angel, Magie, and other board directors.

Some of them have a shocked expression and some have a crooked face, getting amused on how I call old men rotten eggs.

What? Their eggs surely are full of wrinkles now. Stinks like a rotten egg moreso. I smirked.

"Who's that Montinegro anyway?"

"Someone whom we cannot touch, Cate." Miss Divinia said, "He's the head of the biggest brand in the Philippines. M clothed line?"

"Well, there are pros and cons in this situation. Pros is that you will be given a lot of big breaks with big clothing lines in the Philippines and even in other countries," Bern said.

"Oh, geez. We barely need it." I snorted. I crossed my legs and crossed my arms as I lean on the back rest. I played with the chair and twist it in rhythm.

"The cons is that your fans, especially the younger ones, surely will not buy any of your endorsed clothes. Moreover, some companies will surely withdraw the contract with you." Bern continued.

"What about her scheduled photoshoots and fashion shows? Were it all cancelled?" One if the director asked.

They're very stressed about this. I'm a diamond in this agency. One cancelled appointment is a big loss in this company, not mentioning other models are... well, not very effective and shining in this industry. If they loss me, it will be the end of this company.

"Some companies warned of pulling offers, withdrawing contracts and cancelling scheduled shows and shoots for Cate Montes if the issue was confirmed." Bern sighed, the others followed.

The conference turned silent for a few minutes.

"Do you have a hidden boyfriend, perhaps? Maybe we can use your boyfriend as—"

"I don't have a boyfriend, Mr. Vasquez. Too busy for that." I snorted again. He chuckled out of frustration.

I have a bad attitude. I cut people's words, and I cut people out of my life in just a quick blink. Men flocks around me to please me, women flocks around me to befriend me. It's not a big loss of ignoring a person for me. If you're not important, you are not important.

"Your step mom is really something. Imagine? Spreading s**t about you having a sugar daddy? Crissa Cate Montes for an old man." Viene laughed loudly.

"I hope you choke on your drink." I said, she just laughed it off.

"The fact that she's not even your real mom, but she acted like she owns you makes it ten times irritating." Cara said.

"And Crissa's no longer living under her father's roof five years ago and even cut ties with them, so what's the fuss of making up stories like that?" Chase said.

"She benefits from it, the step mom. Fame. Popularity. More investments! Name it!" Mich said, "She's that eager to make money."

"Selling off her step daughter to an old man? Too lame." Cara said bad words.

We're in a bar right now with our other friends. Restarea. This includes, JC Mercedes, Chase Jane Tiscon, Francine Lucy Ignacio, Kristen Zaldarriaga, Queency Lizbeth Noman, Rose Liezle Barren, Michelle Dominguez, Mary Viviene Makalintal, and Juniane Cara Casas. These are the people I cannot and I will never push out of my life. They are THAT important to me.

I went straight here from some photoshoot, same day with the conference meeting with the heads of the agency. I told them the whole talk from the conference meeting and that is their reaction.

"Does your father knows about this, Crissa?" Rose asked worriedly while Viene is making fun of my situation.

"He doesn't care. And of course, he will never stop whatever that woman wants to do to me." I hissed, a hint of pain in my voice, "He's that heartless to even think of me."

And that made them silent. I straight drink two shots of cuervo.

"Chill, Crissa. We have a long night to spend. Don't drink too much." Francy said in a calm cold voice.

"Look how funny my life is. Mom is somewhere around the world, spending time with her new build family, probably doing wonders with her step daughters— I don't know! And there's Dad, marrying and blindly loving a gold digger b***h with a gossiping addiction, spoiling his step sons with all of the wealth I'm supposed to inherit!" I laughed, "What a life!"

I greeted my teeth and looked up to stop my tears from falling. I bit my side lip. I shooked my head in disbelief and drank another three shots of cuervo.

I saw how Francy and Kristen pushed and put away shot glasses filled with different liquour away from me and only left the empty glasses with a bottle of water.

"Lord knows how to remove one important thing in our life to make us imperfect." JC said out of nowhere. But I agreed.

We can say we have it all, JC, Queency Francy, and I. But not all.

"Our imperfections are the ones that make us perfect. Don't look at it as a misfortune in life." Queency said, "We can make the best out of our imperfections, you know."

We all sighed. We're adults hanging out together to release our stress from work and for some personal problems we cannot tell each other. We just know that we need this.

"Why don't we just dance this night?" Viene said and pulled Chase and Francy up.

"Nope, sis. Damon's right there with his cousins. The Kathleen witch is with them, I can't make any trouble anymore." Francy said.

I opened the bottle of water and poured the water on a glass. I should sobber up. I can't stay drunk. I have to go home alone.

"I'll stay. My group is about to remove our dating ban. I can't mess this up." JC said and drank a shot of tequilla in a swift motion.

Mich stood up and excused herself to the comfort room. Queency joined her. While Kristen, Cara, Viene, Chase and Rose walk their way to the dance floor.

"You're not dancing?" JC asked, glass of tequilla sits on the tip of her lower lip. Her chinky eyes speak curiosity and laziness.

"Not up for it." I said. I should probably just hook up with some guys around here...

From the VIP sofa we occupied, I look around to find a target. I'll just flirt with 'em. I won't—

I stopped my eyes to a man looking straight at me while playing the bottom of his lips. He was startled to see me staring at him. I raised my eyebrow at him but instead of feeling embarassed, he smirked it off. His dimples showed.

He removed his hand away from his lip and that's when I saw his face fully. Devilish smile with a dimple that melts my heart. How... handsome... I want to see him and stare at him up close.

I bit my lower lip when I felt my body heated up to an unknown feeling. I breathed in to suppress what I'm feeling right now. Maybe the liquor is making me feel hot? Or his stare? Oh, God.

I put my phone on the pocket of my low waist denim fitted pants and stood up and walk slowly to the smoking area.

I feel so hot from the intensity of his stare. And the way smirked! Oh, good heavens! I need fresh air!

I saw a smoking area with one man inside. I went inside and stared at him.

"Get out." I said. He knows who I am and I think I did this to him before that he knows what to do. He crashed his cigarette on the ash tray and walked out.

I leaned my body and rested my elbow on the railing, looking down on the busy road. Sirendeep80 really knows how to calm wild people and how to wild calm people.

I groaned when I heard the door of this area opened and closed. I turn around only to see the man staring at me intently earlier.

I smirked when I realized he followed me. I turn around again and put back my self in the same position I am before he entered.

"You followed me," I said, almost a whisper but was loud enough for him to hear it.

He leaned his lower back and rested his elbow on the railing. He looked at me side ways.

"You gave me a look that I should follow you," He said in deep hoarse voice.

Fùck s**t. So sexy.

"I never did that though," I said lazily and I croaked my head on my side, giving him a full show of my neck.

"Yeah? Well, I'm still here," He smirked. I saw how his eyes travelled down my eyes to my lips and to my neck.

"Love what you're seeing?" I asked with a womanly voice.

He stood straight infront of me, towering over me with his big built body. From his suit and loose tie and three buttons unbuttoned, made him look more dashing and sexy. I have a free view of his hairy muscled chest.

"Love what you're seeing, too?" He said with an amused grin.

I smirked.

If he will be the person who will wreck me, I'll gladly oblige.

I touched his chest with my right hand. Slowly caressing upwards to his neck and to his jaw. I traced his jawline with my index finger which made his jaw clenched and adam's apple moved. I slowly caress his face again from the stubbles on his chin to his adam's apple.

He groaned with the wild contact and removed my hand and kissed me deeply.

I was so stunned with how aggressive he is that I couldn't follow him on the few seconds of kissing me.

My hand he is holding gripped on his hand and my left hand touched his chest. It was supposed to be an act of pulling away my self from him but my hand rested on his chest when my body melted on the fire he's giving me.

I moaned erotically when he bit my lower lip which made my lip parted open. Shìt! I'm just a flirt! I only flirt, I don't make out! This is my first kiss!

He stopped kissing me when he found out something. He is now amusingly looking at me. I am still in daze of how hot and melting his kisses that my eyes feels heavy looking straight at him, too.

"W-what?" I asked. I gripped on his collar.

He placed a kiss of my lips again, now softer. But I really couldn't follow it so he stopped again.

"Is this the first time you kissed someone, Miss Crissa?" He asked with a smirk on his face, still looking at my lips. He looks so lost at the anticipation of kissing me more but he have to ask the question first.

Should I deny? He knows. He noticed it.

"Yes, what is it now?" I hissed and rolled my eyes.

He chuckled and placed an arm on my back, clunging his hand on the tiny space on my waist, making me lean on him. I'm tall with two inches heels right now but my eyes only leveled his chin.

"Your first kiss is supposed to be romantic and dearing, am I right?" He keeps on smirking at me, more like teasing.

I stared on his redish kissable lips. Lower lip was thick enough that made me imagine of kissing and sucking it... what am I even thinking?

"W-what do you mean?" I asked still in dreamland.

He chuckled, showing his dimples, and placed a soft kiss on my lips. It was so sweet and taste like mint that it made me follow it. He chuckled again and held me in place.

"What the fuxk? Just kiss me already!" I gripped on his collar and pull him down to level my lips to him.

I felt the smile on his lips as he kiss me dearly. It wasn't enough. It's not deep and aggressive like how he kissed me earlier. This feels soft and heavenly.

"Let me show you how you should be kissed if I knew it was your first kiss."

He now deeped the kiss. He sucked my lip but not hard and agressive. I clung my right arm around his neck as I kiss him like how he's kissing me now. I felt him smirked. I feel so proud of my self.

"Now lip sucking, baby girl." He whispered and kissed me on my lower lip, "Learn from me, Crissa."

I want to ask how and why did he know me while I don't know him. His foreign face is shouting foreign blood in him which made me think he's not from here. But heck, he kiss so good. I don't care whatever's happening right now.

My almost Angelina Jolie lower lip was covered by his as he sucked it tenderly but careful. I moaned with the slight pain I felt but heck, it made my whole body shiver. I feel so freaking hot.

"Ah, your little moans." He said in between of kissing me.

That gave me a cue of doing what he taught me to him. I kissed his lip, suck it a little hard— he groaned – and bit his lip.

He groaned and moaned against my lips. He withdraw from the kiss and stared at me shockingly.

"Where did you learn the biting?" He sounded irritated that made me frown at him.

"You're my first kiss, Mister. Where do you think I learned kissing?" I fired at him.

"You did not learn that from other men?" He asked, croaking is head on the side. He really want me to answer the question.

"Are you crazy, mister?" I asked him. I'm now irritated as how the heat I'm feeling is slowly falling down.

He shooked his head which made me frown.

"Just kiss me now!" I demanded pulling his nape down.

He chuckled. He leaned down to kiss my forehead.

"What the heck? Am I your grandma?" I asked angrily.

He kissed me on the nose. I tried to push him away out of irritation but he held me in place with his strong vained arms. He kissed me on my left cheek.

"Seriously?" I said.

He laughed infront of me before kissing me on the right cheek. His laughter is so rough but I felt a slight tickle on my stomach. Like his voice woke up the sleeping butterfly inside me.

"Let me devour this moment." He said with an obvious happiness, "Ah, like a dream come true."

He kissed me everywhere on my face except the lips. Who is this man again? Why is he giving me kisses? Why did we end up like this? And why am I letting him kiss me?

"Excuse me, Mister. If you're not planning of kissing me on the lips, don't you ever show your face to me again."

"Really? Can you resist me? I'm your first kiss." He whispered before kissing my chin. I felt a little disappointment when I thought his kiss will finally land on my lips.

"It's not a big deal." I said before holding his face in place and kissed him on the lips.

I suck and bite his lip, tasting a bit of alcohol and mint on it.

"But you're addicted to it." He smiled in between our kisses.

He bit my lip. I felt a little pain on it that it made my lip parted. I was shocked when his tongue entered my mouth and did wonders.

Heat rushed my body and I think, there's a liquid gushed between my legs. This is too hot. I moaned out the hot feeling. I wrapped both of my hands around his neck because I can't stand anymore.

My feet feels jelly as his kissed melt me away. He felt it that he held my waist up close and pinned me on him. I moaned when I felt a hard thing against my abdomen. I am curious of what it is but having friends like Restarea, although I'm clean as a flower, I know and watched some of it.

I was'nt putting much attention on the kissing when I felt him slightly grinding on me. I felt my down there tightened, feeling so excited of the head I'm feeling. I moaned hard and a little long now.

He stopped kissing me when he pinned me on the wall, next to the railing. That's when I realize we are fully shown on the road and parking space. They can easily watch us turned on to each others doing.

He raised me a bit while my back on the wall. I felt him tighten his grip on my hips before grinding on me. I saw how our pants made a contact. His bulge is robbing against mine. The rough material feels offending as I want to feel it skin to skin.

He groaned after hip thrusting on me.

"O-oh. Gosh. W-we're dry humping h-here," I'm saying my thoughts, "Someone might open— uhh! the door."

I can't even finish my words as I moan from the heat and lust.

"I locked it." He groaned. I saw him having trouble in breathing, "Fùck! I don't want to cùm here!"

I moaned a little bit loud now. He leaned his face on my ear and bit my earlobe, licked after making me moan again.

"Hush your moans, baby. Someone might here us." He grunted as he dry hump me a bit fast.

"Let's go to a private room here, please." I said as I moan. He shooked his head.

"No. You're a virgin." He said.

"How do you- ahh! say so- oh! Uhhmm.." He kissed my lips to stop me from moaning loud.

He's grunting and groaning. His hips are moving faster aggressively and hard against my throbbing pùssy.

He let go of me. He fixed my top and my hair. He held my hand and pull me inside the bar.

After seeing this man, I forgot about my friends. I saw Chase shockingly pointed at me with Queency. Their eyes travelled to my hand being pulled by this unknown man to this unknown man. I was about to talk to them when he pulled me up of the stairs.

He made me walk first until we reach the second door.

"Is this a private room or?" I asked because as far as I can remember, there is no room here in Sirendeep80 bar.

When he opened it, it's an office type of room. What? No. He's not the owner. Francy's boyfriend is the owner of this bar. Why is he allowed to enter...

"Are you related to Damon?" I asked. When he pinned me against the back of the closed door and he's about to kiss me.

"What? Do you have a crush on him? He have a girlfriend already." He's now irritated.

"What? No. I just know him!" I said.

He didn't answer. He groaned and kissed me on the lips.

His kisses made me forget my question. My build up confidence melted as he lick my lower lip and kissed my ear. I opened my eyes as I moan.

"I— I don't know your name." I whispered when I felt him touch my boob against my top.

"I'm Azim Calder. Remember to moan my name while I kiss you hard." He whispered before leaning back again.

He pulled my knitted top up and freed my boobs.

"You're walking around while not wearing bra?!" He sounded mad and irritated, darkly looking at my boobs.

I was about to defend myself when I felt him suck my left boob! s**t, bibble and dizzle, someone will suck you hard! I moaned loud. He pinched Dizzle, my left boob, while sucking Bibble.

"Oh my gosh!" I moaned louder when his other hand pulled me up making me shout but turned like a loud moan.

I felt him dry hump me again.

"R-remove it." I can't hear my self say those words, still hypnotised with the feeling. I removed my hand on his neck and tried to unbutton my pants.

He groaned and shook his head. "Stay calm, Crissa. I'm trying to slow down."

"I—I want you, please." I even begged! I just want to feel him even more! I hate that my pants are stopping us to feel each other.

I closed my eyes and parted my mouth as I felt my pùssy tightened, I moaned louder. s**t! I can't take this anymore!

I opened my eyes and look down on our humping bodies. His big bulge is so defined now than earlier. The three unbuttoned buttons of his top is now seven and I don't know where the neck tie is. I traced my eyes up to his full shown reddish chest and neck. His head is up, eyes close and lip bite.

He's so fuckìng sexy!

Before our body touched, I cupped his crotch. Which made him open his eyes. He looked at me with full lust on his brown eyes. I massaged his crotched with my hand like how I saw from watching a bit.

"We can't do it raw." He groaned. He leaned his forehead on my shoulder while I'm touching his còck on his pants.

"Why not? I-I want this." I'm so lost of the sensation that all I'm thinking is the contact.

I hope I will not be seeing him again after this. This is too much of an embarassment. Fùck that Cuervo! It's making me feel hot even more!

"I feel so hot, please..." I forgot his name! What is it again?

He raised his head and put me down. He opened the button of my pants and pulled it fast. He then removed his while I'm completely removing my pants out of my feet. When he is done, he stared on my laced red panties.

"Thank, God. You're wearing panties." He chuckled, "But I'm removing it off, baby."

He pulled my panty down on my legs and it fell on its own, giving him full show of my well cleaned down there.

"Too wet for me." He said and touched it.

"Ah!" I moaned when I felt his hand feel my wetness. I even heard its wet sound.

While his hand is busy doing wonders on my treasure, his other hand pull his boxer down. It freed his big hard and long vained manhood. I gasped and moaned harder. I only see that in some— holy hell!

"I will not be putting mine inside you, okay, baby?" He said, "Let me just play you until you cùm for me."

He lift me up and made straddle on his hips. He walk I don't know where and placed me on top of an office table. I support my body with my hands placed on the table.

"Open wide for me, Crissa." He whispered, parted my legs, making me show everything I have to him.

His brooding eyes darkly and lustfully staring at it. He closed his eyes tight before opening it again. His intense gaze turned to me and saw how he was so turned on. He wants this! He wants me too, its not just me!

His manhood is straightly pointing at my treasure. He made his soldier slide up and down on my clìt making me and him moan louder.

He touched himself and played it before robbing him to the entrance of my wet hole.

"Heavens to enter you and rock you roughly." he said as he rob the head of his còck on my wetness.

He slide it upward making its whole length covered with my cùm. He now thrusting on my clìt upward with his long, thick shaft.

I couldn't contain my moans anymore. Especially, whenever I see him watching our body connecting. He's so lost. He's gripping on my hip tight, mouth half open, and forearm veins are showing.

His perfect body and expression made him ten times more handsome and sexy that I want to release something in me.

"I'm... I'm—oh! Please! Faster!" I bit my lips from pleading more.

He did thrust faster. We're both so lost while looking at our bodies. His shaft moving up and down on my wetness, I almost cried!

I hugged his body as I hear him groan longer and deeper. My nails tugged on his back as my pùssý tightened from the contact.

All I'm hearing is our loud breathing, moans, groans, grunt, and my wetness clicking.

I scratched his back as I released my self out. Heat waves of liquid gushed out of me as he realeased his infront my treasure, on the floor. Both panting and convulsing from the high heavens we went through together.

"This is not what I imagined our first encounter would be." I felt his head shooked against my neck. I'm hugging him tightly, eyes close.

"What did you imagine then?" I asked, trying to regain my consciousness.

"Greetings, simple talk, get to know each other... have a date too." He whispered. I felt him kiss my neck.

"You have a crush on me." I said. That's when I opened my eyes and felt like I hit the jackpot.

I want to free myself from his hold but he stopped me and held me in place. I can't even turn my head to him because his lips is on my neck.

"I have a bathroom right there, do you want to wash yourself or do you want me to wash you?"