Chief Claimed My Virginity

"CELESTE Detiangco, over my dead beautiful body. Hindi mo isusuot 'yang long-sleeved rash guard na 'yan sa pool party mamaya!" tili ni Mia, isa sa mga kasamahan niya sa research team ng kumpanya, habang marahas na inaagaw ang itim na swimwear mula sa mga kamay niya. "Mia, ibalik mo na iyan. Nakakahiya, andoon mamaya lahat ng boss natin. And besides, I'm just a clerk," mabilis na sagot ni Celeste, pilit inaayos ang makapal niyang salamin na muntik nang malaglag. "Exactly! Clerk ka sa office, but tonight, you are a goddess on vacation!" sabat naman ni Sarah mula sa kama habang naglalagay ng lipstick. "Girl, two years ka nang nagpapakamanang sa firm natin sa Taguig. Parati kang naka-oversized blazer, naka-pusod ang buhok, at subsob sa mga affidavits. Ngayong 5th anniversary ng Co Law Firm, you deserve to let loose!" Napabuntong-hininga si Celeste at napaupo sa dulo ng kama. Totoo naman ang sinabi ng mga kaibigan niya. Dalawang taon na siyang nagtatago—hindi lang ng sarili niyang katawan, kundi pati na rin ng isang malaking lihim. Dalawang taon na siyang may lihim na pagtingin sa Chief Financial Officer ng law firm, the enigmatic, gorgeous and dazzling Leandro Co. "Wala naman kasing papansin sa akin doon," mahinang bulong ni Celeste. "Sure ka ba diyan?" nakangising tugon ni Sarah. "Remember what Garry told us? Ang paboritong secretary ni Sir Leandro, kapag daw nag-ayos ka kahit minsan lang, baka raw pati 'yung snob na CFO natin, mapalingon sa'yo." Biglang nag-init ang pisngi ni Celeste nang marinig ang pangalan ng binata. Leandro. Naalala tuloy niya ang palihim na routine niya tuwing umaga sa opisina nila sa BGC. "Eksperto ka ba sa kape, Celeste?" tanong sa kanya ni Garry isang umaga habang inaabot niya rito ang isang venti thermal cup. "Apat na pumps ng vanilla, double shot espresso, no foam. Paano mo nalaman na ganito ang eksaktong timpla na gusto ni Sir Leandro?" "Secret na lang 'yun," kinakabahan niyang pag-ilag sa tanong nito sabay kindat pa. "Just give it to him, okay? Sabihin mo binili mo," she even instructed him. "At saka ito pala, Biogesic at salonpas. Narinig kong nagreklamo siyang sumasakit ang batok niya kahapon pagkatapos ng mahabang board meeting." Nagtataka man si Garry ngunit dahil naging malapit na rin silang magkaibigan at palagi niya itong tinutulungan sa paperworks nito ay sumusunod na lang ito sa kanyang bilin. Hindi lang iyon ang ginagawa niya. Tuwing gabi na naiiwang magulo ang department ng CFO, palihim na pumapasok si Celeste para ayusin ang mga financial folders at mag-iwan ng malinis na case digests sa ibabaw ng mesa ni Leandro bago pa ito pumasok kinabukasan. Nagpapaalam naman siya ng maayos kay Garry, bilang sekretaryo ni Leandro ay ito ang ginamit niyang tulay para iparamdam ang matindi niyang pagmamahal sa binata. She cared for him in the shadows. "I'm not doing this for any guy," pagtatanggol ni Celeste sa sarili, bumalik sa kasalukuyan ang utak niya mula sa pag-iisip kay Leandro. "Then do it for yourself," nakangiting sabi ni Mia sabay abot ng isang maliit na paper bag. "Sige na. Isuot mo na 'yung binili natin sa BGC last week. The red one. Wala nang bawian." Wala nang nagawa si Celeste. Huminga siya nang malalim, tinanggal ang kanyang makapal na reading glasses, at pumasok sa banyo ng villa. Nang hubarin niya ang kanyang usual conservative clothes at unti-unting isinuot ang crimson red two-piece bikini, napangiti siya nang tipid habang nakatingin sa malaking salamin. The red fabric hugged her body flawlessly. Sanay siyang magtago sa likod ng nerdy persona niya, pero alam niyang nasa tamang lugar ang mga kurba ng kanyang katawan. Her skin was naturally fair and glowing. Tinanggal niya ang ipit sa buhok, hinayaang bumagsak ang kanyang mahaba at maitim na umaalong buhok sa kanyang likuran. She felt shy, yes, but surprisingly... she also felt incredibly confident. Nang buksan niya ang pinto at lumabas ng banyo, literal na napanganga ang dalawa niyang kaibigan. "Holy mother of... Celeste, is that really you?!" bulalas ni Mia, nanlalaki ang mga mata. "Masyado bang revealing?" tanong ni Celeste, biglang naiilang at pilit na tinatakpan ng mga braso ang kanyang dibdib. "No! You look dangerously gorgeous!" tili ni Sarah sabay hagis ng isang sheer, black lace cover-up. "Wear this para may pa-suspense," dugtong pa nitong pagtuturo ng kapilyahan sa kanya bago siya hinila ng mga ito paalis ng kanilang assigned room. "Let's go. Magsisimula na ang pool party at kailangan nilang makita kung anong sinasayang nila!" Ang private resort sa Laiya, Batangas ay nagtransform sa isang exclusive outdoor club. May open bar, nagkikislapang neon lights na nag-rereflect sa infinity pool, at malakas na lounge music na sumasabay sa hangin ng dagat. Halos lahat ng empleyado ng law firm ay nandoon na, may kanya-kanyang hawak na cocktail drinks. Habang naglalakad sina Celeste papunta sa bar area, hindi niya maiwasang makaramdam ng kaba. Ngunit bawat hakbang niya ay parang nagpapagaan sa pakiramdam niya. Nang makarating sila sa gilid ng pool, dahan-dahan niyang hinubad ang kanyang black lace cover-up at inilapag ito sa malapit na pool chair. Agad siyang naging sentro ng atensyon. "Wait, si Detiangco ba 'yun? 'Yung clerk natin sa Research?" bulong ng isang junior associate na napahinto sa pag-inom. "Bro, ang ganda pala niya 'pag nakaayos," sagot naman ng isa. But Celeste wasn't paying attention to her coworkers. Her eyes were instinctively searching the VIP cabanas. At hindi siya nabigo. Nandoon ang hinahanap niya. Leandro Co. NAKAUPO si Leandro sa isang lounge chair, may hawak na isang baso ng whiskey. Nakasuot ito ng manipis na white linen shirt na bukas ang unang tatlong butones, na nagpapakita sa matipuno nitong dibdib. His dark, intimidating eyes were lazily scanning the crowd, maintaining that powerful, unbothered aura he always carried at the firm. Hanggang sa biglang tumigil ang paningin nito. Leandro's eyes locked straight onto the edge of the pool. Straight at Celeste. NAPASINGHAP si Celeste. Nakatingin siya pabalik sa binata. Dahan-dahang ibinaba ng makapangyarihang CFO ang kanyang baso ng alak. Napansin ni Celeste ang paghigpit ng panga ng binata habang ang madilim at seryoso nitong mga mata ay matamang pinasadahan siya mula ulo hanggang paa. The striking red bikini was a massive contrast to the quiet clerk he passed by in the hallways of their BGC office, yet his stare was unblinking and dangerously captivated. Sa unang pagkakataon sa loob ng dalawang taon, hindi nagtago si Celeste. She stood tall, fully embracing her curves, and held eye contact with the man she had been secretly in love with. And as Leandro abruptly stood up from his cabana, his piercing eyes never leaving hers, Celeste realized one thing: Tonight, she is no longer just a shadow. CELESTE had three shots of tequila later and one drink of whiskey, her invisible wall between reality and fantasy cracked. All night, Celeste felt Leandro's dark, intense eyes tracking her every move from the VIP balcony. And when Leandro finally retreated to his private pool suite, Celeste's alcohol-fueled bravery led her straight to his door. She knocked. The door swung open, revealing Leandro clad only in gray lounge pants, his damp hair clinging to his forehead, his bare chest glistening under the warm suite lights. "Detiangco?" Leandro's deep voice was dangerously low, laced with surprise and liquor. "What are you doing here? You're drunk. Go back to your villa." "Bakit ayaw mo akong tingnan nang diretso?" Celeste stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her heels clicking against the marble floor. Her heart hammered wildly, but the tequila silenced her fears. "Kanina pa sa pool party... nakatitig ka sa 'kin." Leandro clenched his jaw, his dark eyes darkening further as his gaze dropped to her crimson bikini top and the exposed curve of her waist. "Celeste, step back. You have no idea what you're doing right now." "I know exactly what I'm doing, Sir Leandro," she whispered, stepping impossibly closer until the scent of vanilla, salt water, and tequila filled the air between them. "Dalawang taon, Leandro. Dalawang taon akong nanonood sa 'yo mula sa malayo. Ako ang gumagawa ng kape mo araw-araw. Ako ang nag-iiwan ng gamot kapag masakit ang ulo mo o may lagnat ka. Ako ang tahimik na nag-aalaga sa 'yo... at ngayong gabi, ayaw ko nang maging tahimik." Leandro's eyes widened slightly, a wave of realization crashing over his handsome face. "The coffee... the case digests... it was you?" He reached out, his warm, large hand gripping her bare hip. A sharp gasp escaped her lips at the contact. "F*ck, Celeste..." Leandro groaned, his resolve crumbling under the weight of the alcohol in his blood and the raw, dangerous desire he'd been suppressing. "You're playing with fire." "Then burn me," she breathed. That was the breaking point. Leandro pulled her into him, slamming the suite door shut with his foot. His mouth claimed hers in a fierce, demanding kiss that tasted of mixed tequila, whiskey and pure desperation. Celeste wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders, sinking into his warmth as he lifted her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around his waist. He carried her to the king-sized bed, laying her down gently on the crisp white sheets. The contrast of her crimson bikini against the white linens made Leandro's breath hitch. He leaned over her, his thumb tracing the soft curve of her jawline down to her collarbone. "You're stunning, Celeste," he murmured against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck, leaving a trail of fire. "So f*cking beautiful." His hands worked with practiced urgency, unfastening the straps of her bikini top. Celeste shivered as the cool air hit her skin, but Leandro immediately covered her with his body, his warmth consuming her completely. His hands slid down to her waist, gently pulling down her bikini bottoms until there was nothing left between them. When Leandro slid off his pants and pressed his weight over her, Celeste felt the intimidating reality of his bare skin against hers. A sudden wave of nervousness washed over her, making her freeze. Leandro paused instantly. He propped himself up on his elbows, his dark eyes searching her flushed face with unexpected gentleness. "Hey..." he whispered, brushing a damp lock of hair from her forehead. "Look at me." Celeste met his gaze, her breath coming in ragged hitches. "I... I'm scared." Leandro's thumb stroked her cheek softly. "Is this your first time?" She gave a small, breathless nod, her face burning. "Oo... gusto ko ikaw lang." A mix of awe, tenderness, and primal possessiveness swept across Leandro's features. "God, Celeste..." he rasped, his voice thick with emotion. "I'll be gentle. Tell me if it hurts, okay? Just focus on me." He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep, agonizingly slow kiss to melt her tension away. His hand slid down between her thighs, stroking her softly, coaxing her body to open up for him until she was aching for more. Whispers of sweet and breathless endearment along with their moans filled the room as he guided her through the haze of passion. When Leandro finally aligned himself and pushed forward, claiming her virginity, Celeste gasped, her fingers digging into his broad sculpted shoulders. Leandro froze immediately, burying his face in her neck, whispering gentle reassurances, kissing away her pain until her sharp intake of breath softened into a needy sigh. "You okay?" he panted softly. "Mmm... yes," Celeste whimpered, pulling him closer, arching her hips to meet him. "Don't stop, Leandro... please." At her plea, Leandro lost all remaining restraint. His movements became deliberate, deep, and rhythmically intense, turning her quiet gasps into sweet moans that echoed through the private villa. The ocean waves crashing outside mirrored the relentless, passionate rhythm on the bed, shattering every boundary Celeste had ever built to protect herself. In the arms of the firm's CFO, the quiet, hardworking clerk surrendered completely—forgetting where the fantasy ended and where reality began.