Hiding My Enemy's Sassy Daughter

Chapter 1

"My type," I said to myself with a smile while looking at the place of a man not far away from us. He looked like a professor—wearing eyeglasses, facing his laptop, and seriousness splattered across his face. He looked hot.

"Just say that you like the body, Leona," my co-model told me with a laugh. I couldn't help but laugh there before shrugging my shoulders. Right. She's not wrong about that. That’s exactly what I want.

"But unfortunately, one of the models has already asked him if he is looking for a hookup. Sadly, he wasn't," they said to me. I grinned at that.

"There's no harm in trying, though," I said before winking at Jennifer. She just shook her head at me.

"I'll bet he won't be up for a hookup. He looks too serious for that," she said. I don’t mind. I want him and did I ever stop before I get what I want?

Jennifer is a co-model who is also from the Philippines. She has that Spanish kind of beauty. She's here with me in Madrid, enjoying the luxurious life of a supermodel. I was enjoying my life here with my daughter, multitasking being a mom and living the life that I was dreaming of. A life without my strict and protective family. Without the mafia wars.

I went straight to the guy's table. Jennifer is right. He is really just my type. I sat in the seat next to him before putting one hand on my chin and staring. He didn't even pay attention to me and was just busy typing on his laptop.

"Hi, are you with someone?" I asked.

"The seat isn't available," he said without even paying attention to me. That’s my type. Someone who doesn’t just play around.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" I asked again. He seemed to be finishing something.

"Or are you married?" I asked once more. I could also see his eyebrows almost meeting. I couldn't stop watching him because he looked so hot that it made me really want to have a hookup with him.

"Are you blind? Can't you see that I'm not interested?” he asked, looking at me now. I met his gray eyes. He was wearing his eyeglasses and the gray eyes stayed on me. He looked for a while and frowned.

"Really? Not up for some hookups?” I randomly asked. I even intended to expose my neck even though he didn't turn to look at me.

"You look stressed. I'm good in bed, you know," I said, smirking at him. He sneered because of that, which made the smile disappear from my lips. I couldn't help but feel insulted by him there. I gradually frowned.

"Are you laughing at me? Why don't you try?” I asked, raising my eyebrows. He looked at me, no trace of a smile on his lips now. He just raised his eyebrows at me.

"Here's my number. Call me if you want a hookup. I'm free until this afternoon.” Not in the evening, though. I'm sure my daughter will be home from school by then.

I even winked at him.

It just wasn't easy. We met three more times before he accepted my hookup offer. He just went to the coffee shop once every two months. He was always busy with work. Just now, it seemed that he was very stressed about his work.

I didn't insist, but I always taunted how much I taste so good. Oh, well, I'm confident about that.

"You look stressed. Maybe you need a massage, huh?” I said to him with a smirk. He looked at me briefly before his eyes went back to his work. But after a while, he looked back at me again.

"How much?" he asked, so my lips parted. This guy only speaks once in a while, as if he’s insulting your whole being.

"How much can you offer?" I asked him, raising an eyebrow. Oh, well, if he's willing to pay, then so be it. I only want his body, and if he wants to give money, then whatever. I couldn't help but laugh in my mind at the idea that if only my family knew what I was doing, they might pull me back. Artisi won’t chase. Artisi doesn’t really let someone pay for them—it makes it feel like the person is buying them. They just really have high pride.

He booked us a place in a hotel. Things just really moved so fast between the two of us. Who would have thought that just after eating a light snack, here we are in the dim light room? Slowly kissing each other. I could taste the mint on his lips while at the table. He was just kissing my lips so hard. I couldn't help but moan when I felt his hands playing with my body.

"Main dish it is," he said seriously, but I could see how his eyes desired me. In an instant, he was able to carry me to the bedroom.

He just threw me on the bed. I felt the softness of the bed on my back. It was as if his eyes were drowning me there. I couldn't help but touch his body. He was really made for s*x. I slowly took off his glasses as well. He really seemed familiar. I didn't know why, but I felt like I had seen him before. I just bit my lip hard before staring at him.

I just got distracted when I felt him kissing my neck. f**k. Who would have thought that the serious guy in the coffee shop would be this beast in bed?

He easily took off my clothes. That night surely made us see each other up until now. After our s*x, I just watched him smoke while his hand still remained on my shoulder. He was wearing his glasses again. It made him extra hot.

"Want a sip?" he asked me.

"Nah, I already took that out of my system," I said, just shrugging my shoulders. He didn't speak there. He just watched me when I got up from the bed.

"I'm going now." I'll still drop by my daughter's school—2 hours before she'll go home.

The man did not ask me anything. He just watched me intently. I just showered and got dressed in front of him. I smirked while giving him a show.

"I enjoyed the s*x. I would love to be f****d by you again. My contact number," I said before putting the cellphone number down on the side of the bed, even though I knew he wouldn’t call—I had already given him one. I just fixed myself as if I didn’t have s*x.

“Coffee shop. I'll ask you when both of us are free," he said, making the coffee shop our hookup place. I couldn't help but smile. I love how he doesn't question me. Neither of us even asked for names. My only question earlier was if he was clean. After all, we were only after s*x with each other.

I just grinned at that. This is what I like—just casual s*x without being deeply involved with the person. My life is too messy to add someone else.

After a while, I also picked up my princess. Her big pink bag was too visible. The big ribbon pink headband, her pink shoes, and clothes. I don't know if my model friends just played with her too much, so she's too fashionable now. She even walked like she was on the fashion runway.

As soon as she saw me, she immediately smiled at me before running to give me a hug.

"Mommy! I did a great job at school today!” she said excitedly, so I smiled.

"Really? What did my baby learn today?" I asked her softly before I sat across from her. She's really so pretty. She just really looks like me.

"I wrote a new word today, Mommy, and played with my classmates," she said, smiling brightly. I smiled at that.

"Wow, my baby really did a good job, huh? Mommy is proud of you, Baby..." I softly said to her. I tapped her head with that. She smiled at me there. I didn't want to mess up her hair, but since I was the one who fixed it, I could ruffle it. However, since I respect her boundaries and that’s too easy to do, I did it anyway.

I picked her up, and I could only see her staring at me. I looked at her before smiling. She pouted at me.

"I can walk though, Mommy..." she said softly before wiping the bead of sweat from my face with her purple handkerchief.

"I'm too heavy for you..." she said with a pout. I just laughed and kissed her on the cheek.

"You are so light, Baby, and this is already Mommy's exercise, so you don't have to worry, okay? Just let Mommy enjoy carrying you like this..." I softly promised her. She just pouted but didn't argue with me anymore. She just hugged me tighter. A group of kids teased her.

"I thought you were a big girl, Juliana? Why are you still letting your Mommy carry you?” one of the kids teased. My eyebrows immediately met there. But my Juliana seemed like she didn't care about the boy.

"Oh, are you jealous? You don't have a mom to carry you?” she asked and even chuckled to annoy the kid. My eyes immediately widened, and I called her name. She immediately started to pout at that, but she also didn't seem to regret what she said.

The boys immediately ran but gave her a glare before leaving.

I also scolded my daughter when we got to the car.

"It's not good to pick a fight with someone, Baby," I said to her. I grew up in a violent environment where I almost always saw my siblings fighting at school when we were kids. Those idiots just always looking for a fight. I don't want Juliana to grow up thinking that's normal.

"Sorry, Mom. But we are not fighting though. I was just reflecting their energy," she said. I immediately massaged my temple. I knew where she heard that. My idiotic brother, Damon, keeps on making my daughter a warrior. I just shook my head there.

I keep reminding her, but I can't deny the fact that I also want her to know how to protect herself. We are not born to be losers, you know.

I just shook myself. The two of us just had our date in a luxurious hotel before we went home. I immediately came across the expensive car of Daddy's right-hand man when we got there.

"What is it again, Alex?" I asked with narrowed eyes.

"Your Dad wants you to come back to the Philippines for his birthday, Leona," he said. I just rolled my eyes at that. He really let Juliana hear it, who was excited about going there. I couldn't stop shaking my head because Daddy will surely do anything just for us to celebrate his birthday.

Juliana couldn't hold back her question anymore.

"Are we really going to the Philippines now, Mama?" my daughter asked excitedly before holding my hand.

"I'm so excited, Mommy! Grandpa said he has a lot of pink horses there," Juliana said. My eyebrows almost met there. What is Daddy saying to my daughter again? I know he can easily let the horses wear pink clothes. Poor horses.

I just awkwardly smiled at my daughter before I let her inside the house. She was too excited, asking me a lot of things, but she also nodded because I still needed to talk with Alex.

"Tell Daddy that I won't be back. He already threw me away here," I said and rolled my eyes, even though my family is almost always here—we're just the ones who don't go home to the Philippines.

"Your Dad is already getting weak, and he wants the two of you to be there with him. He wants you on his side before it's too late. Think about it first, Leona," he said to me, making me frown slightly. They just surely want us to come back to the Philippines. I just let out a sigh.

“Fine. We'll think about it.” Surely, life will be a mess once we come back.