Hidden Affair

Chapter 2: The Guy in the Bar

Pabagsak kong nilapag ang baso ng deritsahan kong nilagok ang isang shot ng margarita.

"Woahhhh!!"

"Ang galing!"

"Sarap mo, Venice!"

Napapikit ako ng maramdaman ang pait sa lalamunan pero agad rin naman iyong nawala sa isip ko ng hilahin ako ng kung sino man papunta sa dance floor.

Dalawa lang kami ni Andy na pumunta dito pero pag pasok namin ay nandito rin pala ang iba naming schoolmates, which is I'm glad. Imma party tonight as if this is my last.

Sa sobrang dami ng tao ay hindi ko na rin mahagilap si Andy, maybe she's somewhere with someone .

The dim glow of neon lights flickered over the polished bar top, casting shifting shades of blue and red across the crowded room. In the center of it all, I moved.

Barely aware of the murmurs and clinking glasses around me, I let the music take over—hips swaying to the slow, sultry rhythm, arms lifting in fluid arcs above my head. My fingertips grazed the air as though I am tracing invisible patterns, lost in a world of my own making. A loose strand of hair clung to my damp cheek before I pushed it back, my eyes half-closed, a knowing smile playing on my lips.

The bass thumped, vibrating through the wooden floorboards, and I moved with it—every step measured yet effortless, the sway of my body inviting yet untouchable. A brief moment of stillness, then a sharp turn, my silhouette carving through the dim haze like something unreal, something only the intoxicated and the dreamers could truly see.

Around me, the bar pulsed with heat and life, but I danced as if I am alone—wild, free, and untamed.

I twirl my butt and make a sexy turn. Nanatiling naka pikit ang mga mata ko not until I touch something that is hard. No, it was between a legs of a man! Maranas kung dinilat ang mga mata ngunit napapikit rin kaagad ng tumawa ang ilaw sa mga mata ko. Umiikot ang paningin ko pero sinubukan ko pa ring idilat ang mga mata.

Sa gitna ng bar, sa ilalim ng kumikislap na mga ilaw, naroon siya—sumasayaw na parang ang musika mismo ang dumadaloy sa kanyang katawan. Suot niya ang isang malinis at perpektong hapit na dress shirt, bahagyang nakabukas ang ilang butones, hinahayaan ang kaunting init ng gabi na dumampi sa kanyang balat. Ang mga manggas ay nakatupi hanggang siko, inilalantad ang matitigas niyang bisig na gumagalaw nang may kontrol at kumpiyansa.

Sa bawat galaw niya, may isang tiyak na ritmo—hindi pilit, hindi pabigla-bigla, kundi natural na umaayon sa t***k ng tugtog. Ang kanyang katawan ay umiindayog sa tamang timpla ng lakas at lambing, parang isang alon na sumasabay sa bawat bagsak ng beat. Sa isang saglit, iniangat niya ang kamay, hinayaang mahulog sa ere bago ito dumaan sa kanyang buhok, kasabay ng isang bahagyang ngiti na tila isang lihim na imbitasyon.

May kakaiba sa presensya niya—hindi lang ito tungkol sa kanyang suot, kundi sa paraan niyang dalhin ito. Ang kanyang dress shirt, bagamat simple, ay parang sadyang ginawa para sa kanya, gumagalaw kasabay ng kanyang katawan, dumadampi sa kanya na parang bahagi ng sayaw. At sa paligid niya, may mga matang hindi mapigilang lumingon, sapagkat hindi lang siya basta sumasayaw—para bang siya mismo ang musika.

I stopped dancing at nag focus sa lalaking nasa harapan ko.

He stopped dancing as well. I can't clearly see his face due to the lighting of the bar but one thing for sure is, he is bigger than me.

Biglang umikot ang paningin ko kaya naman napahawak ako sa braso niya. He's firm and his muscles are perfectly place on his forearm. I looked at his manhood and it was still erict as it was earlier. Umbok na umbok ito that even his pants can't hide it. It want out from his cage and I wanna do it.

What the hell are you thinking, Venice? Napapikit ako ng muli ng tamaan ng ilaw ang mata ko. This is time I almost fell dahil sa biglaan kong pag galaw but luckily he was able to catch me. This is time, ang malapad at matibay niyang kamay ay nakapalibot na sa aking bewang.

The bar was dimly lit, ang ginintuang ilaw ay nagbibigay ng mainit na ambiance sa paligid. The low hum of music and conversations filled the air, pero ang tanging nararamdaman ko lang ay siya—his firm grip on my waist, pulling me closer, claiming me in a way that sent a shiver down my spine.

His scent lingered between us—whiskey, spice, at isang bagay na nakakabaliw sa tindi. Lumapit siya, his breath warm against my ear as he whispered, voice low and teasing.

“You always make it this hard to focus?” His fingers pressed a little tighter, his hold possessive yet intoxicating.

I smirked, slowly tilting my head para magtama ang mga mata namin—dark, intense, burning with something unspoken.

“Maybe I just like the effect I have on you.”

Lalo niyang hinigpitan ang hawak niya, our bodies brushing, heat crackling between us. His thumb traced slow circles on my hip, his eyes challenging me, daring me to push further.

And I just might.

Inilapit ko pa lalo ang mukha ko sa kanya to the point that we're almost kissing. I can't help but smirk when I feel him hold his breath for a few seconds.

This man is so unfamiliar. Maraming beses na akong nag-punta dito pero I don't remember having an interaction with someone as perfect as him. I've kissed boys but I never felt this sensation before. The feeling of wanting to bury myself on his neck. I want him to touch me. Gusto kong maramdaman ang mga kamay niya all over my body.

This must be lust.

"Don't look at me like that I might bite you and never let go." bumigat ang mga hininga ko ng sabihin niya iyon.

Napapikit ako sa sinabi niya at bahagyang napaliyad. Tama ngang lasing na ako dahil wala na akong pakialam sa mga makakakita. I don't mind what he will think about I just want him.

The air between us was thick, electric. His fingers traced slow, deliberate patterns on my waist, habang ang titig niya’y hindi bumibitaw sa akin—dark, intense, full of something dangerously unspoken.

“I want you,” he murmured, his voice rough, almost desperate.

The feels like a trigger. Binuhay nito ang lahat ng init sa katawan.

"W-what." my answer did not make sense at all.

The bar was buzzing, pero para sa’min, wala nang ibang tao sa paligid. His grip on my waist tightened, pulling me against him, our bodies flush, heat radiating between us.

"You're driving me insane," he growled, his breath hot against my skin.

I barely had a chance to respond bago niya sakupin ang labi ko—rough, urgent, desperate. His hands gripped my hips, pressing me against his chest as his mouth claimed mine, devouring, taking.

Napaungol ako, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. His kiss was demanding, wild, as if he was starving for me. His tongue teased, explored, at hindi ko na nagawang pigilan ang sarili ko—I kissed him back just as fiercely, just as needy.

"You're mine," he murmured against my lips, his voice hoarse, full of possession.

I smirked, catching my breath, my lips swollen from his kiss. "Then prove it."

His eyes darkened, and in a second, his mouth was on mine again—hungry, uncontrollable, setting my whole body on fire.

I almost protest when he let go from our deep kiss but when I realized where we are I am thankful that he did.

Hinawakan niya ang kamay ko at hinila ako palabas ng bar. Whatever we are going right now I don't care. I just want it to spend with him, hindi matatapos ang gabing ito ng hindi ko ma sa-satisfy ang sarili ko.

Sa kalasingan ay hindi ko na matandaan kung paano ako nakasakay sa kotse niya. Ang alam ko lang ngayon ay he's driving really fast never minding the cars right in from of him.

How come a person became this hot when driving? Siguro talaga ay hindi na mabuti ang tama ng alak sa ulo ko, bakit lahat nalang ng ginagawa ng lalaking ito para sa akin ay maganda.

I can see him sweating because maybe he knows what will happen right after we leave this car kaya nga medyo hindi ko maintindihan papaano pa namin nakayang dalawa na umalis sa bar at hindi mag make up sa loob ng sasakyan niya. Bilib ako sa sarili namin at nagawa pa naming makaalis at hindi na namin ginawa mismo sa sasakyan niya.

Hindi kami nag uusap but the I can feel the heat that had been burning us.

The car enter in the basement and without even a minutes he was able to find his space and park his car graciously. Hindi ko alam kung saan kami pero I have a hint na nasa hotel kami.

He got out from the car swiftly. I was about to open my door pero naunahan niya ako. I looked at him and I was intinsified by his dark eyes.

His face was striking—ang tipo ng itsura na hindi mo basta malilimutan. Sharp jawline, like it was carved from stone, his cheekbones high and defined, casting shadows under the dim lights of the bar.

His lips—God, those lips—full, slightly parted, as if waiting to be kissed, pero may bahagyang smirk na tila ba laging may tinatagong lihim. His nose was straight, perfect, the kind that made him look both dangerous and undeniably captivating.

Pero ang pinaka-nakakabaliw sa kanya? His eyes. Dark, intense, staring at me like he could see right through me. Parang apoy na tahimik pero handang lumamon ng kahit sino. The way his gaze lingered on my lips, down to my neck, sent a shiver down my spine.

"You're staring," he murmured, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

I swallowed hard, looking away for a second.

"Maybe I just like what I see."

His chuckle was low, rich, dangerously smooth. "Then keep looking."

Wala sa tamang wisyo ako ng pumasok sa elevator.

The elevator doors slid shut, trapping us inside the small space. The air was thick, charged, parang may nakabiting bagay sa pagitan namin na kanina pa gustong sumabog. His eyes locked onto mine—dark, intense, burning with something raw and unrestrained.

He took a step closer. Then another. My back hit the cold metal wall, but all I could feel was the heat radiating from him.

“You think I can stand this any longer?” he murmured, voice low, rough, sending shivers down my spine.

Before I could even breathe, his lips crashed into mine—fierce, demanding, walang halong pag-aalinlangan. His hands gripped my waist, pulling me against him, and I melted, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer, deeper.

The elevator hummed as it ascended, but I barely noticed. Ang tanging nararamdaman ko lang ay siya—his mouth moving against mine, his body pressing into me, his hands roaming, claiming, as if he was trying to make sure I felt every inch of him.

I gasped when his lips trailed down my jaw, then back to my mouth, devouring me like he couldn’t get enough. The elevator dinged, signaling our floor, pero hindi siya umatras. Instead, he deepened the kiss, making me forget everything else.

When the doors finally slid open, he pulled away just enough to whisper against my lips, breathless.

“This isn’t over.”

Then, with a smirk, he grabbed my hand and led me out—like he had every intention of finishing what he started.

The hotel room door barely shut when he pushed me against it, his lips crashing into mine—wild, urgent, like he had been holding back for too long. His hands roamed my body, gripping my waist, pulling me closer, habang ang init ng katawan niya’y dumadaloy sa’kin.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this," he murmured against my lips, his breath heavy, unsteady.

I gasped as he lifted me effortlessly, my legs wrapping around his waist. He carried me like I weighed nothing, his mouth trailing down my jaw, to my neck, leaving soft bites that sent a shiver through me.

"Then stop waiting," I whispered, tangling my fingers in his hair, pulling him back for another deep, searing kiss.

He groaned, tightening his grip, his body pressing against mine, firm, burning with need. The air between us was electric, bawat galaw niya’y parang apoy na nagpapainit sa amin.

"You're playing a dangerous game," he rasped, his forehead resting against mine, his dark eyes filled with hunger.

I smirked, my fingers sliding down his chest, feeling the way his heartbeat pounded against my touch. "Then let’s stop playing."

With a low growl, he captured my lips again, his hands exploring, claiming, and this time, wala nang makakapigil sa amin.