Chapter 1: Kismet
I am wicked, as Trina would say it. I make men aroused and leave them hanging. I admit that, I am guilty. I don't blame them though if they want me so bad in bed, so they shouldn't blame me too if I don't. Yon ang nagiging problema.. ayaw ko. Okay lang ako sa pahalik-halik at iba pang skinship pero hindi nila ako makukuha.
And this man behind me, I might let him touch his way to me but he won't own me. He can't.
I may look like a sex bitch but I don't practice that. Blame my genes, blame my body.
The guy sniffed my neck which made my body go berserk. Kahit makapal naman ang nakalugay kong buhok ay naramdaman ko parin ang pagsinghot niya. Wait, was it my neck or my hair?
Damn, I never felt this weird thing in my stomach before. Dala na siguro to ng mga nainom ko kanina. Late reaction?
Nakarinig ako nang hiyawan kaya nagmulat ako ng mata. That's when I noticed that I am encircled with the guy in the dancefloor. People are not watching us- they are cheering for us.
I smiled widely when the guy didn't give a damn about the crowd. He was focused on me. I rested the back of my head in his shoulder, nakatalikod pa rin ako sa kanya.
The DJ played a sexy Ariana Grande song and everyone was hyped up for no apparent reason. I was used to get cheers when I sing, not when I dance. I don't even dance publicly at home. Makoconcious na sana ako kung hindi ko lang naalala na wala ako sa Pinas at walang nakakakilala sa akin dito.
"You smell so good" The guy said. Nagtaas ako ng kilay at napangiti. I love it when people compliment me for things other than my visuals.
And for that, he will have a reward.
I suddenly thought of kissing him, as a reward. The first guy I would kiss in my business trip. Ilang beses na rin akong nagbar sa lumipas na dalawang linggo, marami na rin ang sumubok na iuwi ako pero walang nagtatagumpay so far.
Wala ngang nakakuha sa akin sa Pilipinas, dito pa kaya sa Amerika?
Kung sino man to, Lord sana gwapo siya. Nako!
I held his hand and just like a psychic, it's like he knew I would turn to him, he twirled me in his direction. With my eyes closed, I neared my face to his. I smiled as I felt him stiffen when I stopped mid-air. His breath smelled of a mixture of whiskey and beer which made me want to kiss him more. I wonder what he drank, did it taste good? Bitter? Sweet?
Humigpit ang hawak niya sa likod ko. It's like he was telling me that he's getting impatient. Oh no, I like the teasing, Im sorry.
I sensually opened my eyes.
Ang maingay na tugtog ay para humina nang magmulat ako ng mga mata. Kung sinuswerte ka nga naman, oo.
His eyes are the type where you lock your target and you aim nonchalantly while being anxious that he might look at other girls. He was looking at me seriously that I felt read- that in a span of a few minutes, he already knew my secrets and life story.
Lalo lumakas ang hiyawan ng mga nasa dancefloor, I bet kanina pa nila hinihintay ang paggalaw naming dalawa. It's just... we were both frozen when we met each other's eyes.
He squinted his eyes na parang inaalala kung saan niya ako nakita. I blinked as I felt offended again. Ako lang ba talaga ang nakaalala ng nangyari kanina?
Madali kong kinalas ang hawak niya sa bewang ko. Lukot ang mukha akong bumalik sa high chair na inuupuan ko kanina. I noticed the blonde bartender was about to strike up a conversation with me when someone suddenly hovered and wrapped his arms around me.
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Invisible Strings
General FictionZiyah Isabelle Illagan, a child hidden to everyone's knowing from her famous parents have grown to have "taste aversion" to doctors then she meets the 'brain doctor', as she may call it.
