Chapter 2: An Acquiescent Person
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Felicia Sedan Valderama’s Point of View
An Acquiescent Person
My nibble became bitter. Was it the whiskey I just took or was it the feeling I have inside me?
There they are again, calling me selfish and doesn’t care about them. Frankly, those are things I’ve been listening to since the moment I chose my dream rather than studying our family business. I understand that my father is disappointed because I’m the only daughter and has no interest in managing our family business.
Well, it’s factual. But whenever they call me voracious and futile, it triggers me. It doesn’t mean I’m already selfish when I choose to prototype over them. I mean, they are still my family and I love them. But every time I argue with them, they never look at each aspect they should know.
“That’s enough,” my friend Maureen declared when I already drank eight shots of Whiskey.
I flickered thrice. My notion was becoming blurry and I had to think whether to keep on drinking or not. My forbearance when it comes to alcohol is low. We just arrived here an hour ago yet I’m already drunk.
Do think of it. If your parents keep telling you you’re selfish and don't care about them, won’t you get annoyed? Because honestly, I feel horrible and at the same time, I feel guilty upon deciding on becoming a model instead of managing our company. Well, at first, my father strongly disagreed. But when I promised him I would marry a man who’s rich and good in business, he approved and set me unrestrained. Right now, tying the knot with an old man who’s rich and good at business is what they want. He’s already in his fifties and widowed!
I don’t have a choice but to agree. That is what they wanted me to do. All my life, I became their puppet. My friends often call me an acquiescent because I can't say no to people who need me even if I know to myself that it only benefits them.
“Maureen!” I heard a girl's voice from behind.
I took another shot of whiskey. It is when my friend looked at me and a soft scourge came out of her lips.
“Damn it, why is she here?” her vague voice asserted. “Wait for me here, Felicia, okay?” she affirmed. “I’ll just talk with someone then I’ll escort you home!” she noted.
I didn’t speak. I let Maureen around while I was having my moment sniffing at the corner of the club. Tears started to fall down my eyes. Soon, the wedding will happen. I heard that Tomas Jaundalé wanted to marry me as soon as possible, he couldn’t wait until the end of the month. Of course, my father was so glad that her daughter would soon marry a vicious and depraved man!
I never had a boyfriend. Everyone knows that. Whenever they interview me on television and in magazines, I always say that I never liked someone. Thinking that Tomas would be the first one to lay me on the bed makes me want to puke.
To my hasty irking thoughts, I stood from my seat and wandered my eyes around. He might be the first one I’m going to marry but he will not be the person who’s going to sleep with me, and will never allow him to touch me!
As I wandered my eyes around, I saw a man looking so swarthy at me. His location was a bit dark. The different kinds of lights circulating don’t go to where he was. The man sipped on his glass, his long sleeves were folded up to his elbow and no matter how much I tried to look for his face, it was too dark in his area.
Gradually, I stroll towards him whilst carrying my purse. I tried to function normally but the influence of alcohol was too intense. The man I picked in the crowd hoisted his gaze. Only his dark eyes and pointed nose is what I’ve seen. He then put his glass on the table.
“What can I do-“
I trailed him off by sitting on his lap, hanging my arms around his neck, and crashing my lips against him.
His mouth tasted like alcohol. He became stiff for a couple of moments until his hands went on my butt, slowly caressing it while caressing my lips using his tongue. This is not my first time kissing but damn, amongst all the men I have made out with, he’s the most addictive.
His strong scent lingers in my nose. Those callous palms suddenly crashed down my waist, caressing it down until it is now on my thighs.
“You’re drunk,” he whispered huskily.
Fuck. Even his voice was dark and sexy!
“I’m not…” I whispered.
“I don’t take advantage of drunk girls,” he said more. “Where do you live? I’ll take you home.”
He was about to stand up when I didn’t let him. Unhurriedly, I moved my body accordingly. I put my hands on my neck, doing a sexy dance that made him groan and curse under his breath.
I rubbed my femininity on his bulge. He then grabbed my neck and pressed his lips to mine while I grind on his top.
“Stop it or I will wreck this…” he whispered while playing with my c******s.
His hands are now inside my dress, playing with my thong whilst yearning for me to put his fingers inside. I bit my lower lip before I licked his neck, putting some hickeys on it whilst fondling it more.
The beat continues between us. We made out, he escorted me until we were now inside a hotel. I could still recall what happened that night before I gave myself to him successfully. He was on my top, ravishing my body while I was grasping the sheets too rigid.
I felt his hardness coming through. He was good at it, he knew when to slow his pace and when to continue.
We are on top of the hotel near the club where Maureen and I went. Seeing how the blinds were blown by the wind gave me the chance to see the man’s face. As he began to move in and outside me, I nearly wanted the ground to eat me because of my shyness. He was sexy. He’s handsome and I can portray him as a man with a dark ambiance.
The man licked his lips and pinned both my hands on the bed as he put his shaft deeper inside me.
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