The Politician's Biggest Mistake (Flame Series #1)

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For no freaking reason, I hold my breathe because of his question. Is he being serious right now? Asking me what's my type? Bakit bigla naman ata akong nairita sa kaniya?

"Ano bang klaseng tanong 'yan?" I asked before throwing my bag beside him.

He shrugged his shoulders and his mouth formed an upside down 'U'.

Sumandal siya sa sofa habang prenteng nakatingin sa 'kin. Ipinatong niya ang braso niya sa backrest nito habang ang mga hita niya ay naka-dekwatro. He's staring at me like I said something funny!

"I am just asking, what's your type?"

My breathing became heavy as my head started to burn. Ang puso ko ay bumibilis at nagiging agresibo ang tibok dahil sa pinaghalong galit at inis. Ganito pala 'yong feeling na bigla ka na lang manginginit sa galit dahil lang sa tanong kahit hindi naman dapat, 'no? Ang annoying!

"What if I tell you that you're my type? Nasagot ko na ba 'yang stupid question mo?"

His lips formed a grin that was immediately followed with his teeth, biting his lower lip. Umiling siya ng dalawang beses habang nakatingin sa 'kin.

"Of course, I am your type," he chuckled a bit. "I am the standard."

My jaw fell on the floor and I just felt like I was blown away! Para akong nilipad ng hangin at namula ako sa 'di maipaliwanag na rason. He is the, what?! The fucking what?!

I can't utter a word. I am speechless! Hindi ko alam kung dapat ba na tumawa ako sa sinabi niya o ano! Was that a joke? Am I supposed to laugh?

"Nagkagusto ka ba ro'n?"

"Well, Erico is hot," I answered. "Puwedeng nagkagusto ako sa kaniya, puwede ring hindi. He's rich, what's not to love?"

"Mayaman din naman ako," he said before rolling his eyes.

"Since when you became competitive, Mayor?" I asked him, starting to enjoy the scene.

He looked at me with disbelief before laughing. "I am not competitive, Babe. I am not a competitive type of person and I will never be. Bakit ako makikipag-kumpitensya sa Erico mo? Wala pa siya sa dulo ng kuko ko, Alena."

He laughed like there's no tommorow, but you can sense that his laugh is forced and not came from his heart. It sounds bitter... For me, I guess?

"Do you like him now?" he suddenly asked me after laughing.

"Are you kidding me?" I asked him while walking to his direction para kunin ang bag ko. "You're not yet done with him? Tama na, Ian."

He held my hand nang makarating ako sa direksyon niya. Sumeryoso ang kulay gabi niyang mga mata habang nakatingin ng diretso sa 'kin.

"I do not, okay?" I answered him, feeling pissed.

Nang akmang babawiin ko na ang kamay ko sa kaniya ay nawalan ako bigla ng balanse dahil hinila niya ito. Gulat na gulat akong naupo sa hita niya habang nanlalaki ang mga mata.

Nakatalikod ako kay Ian. His hands are on my thighs, gently poking it. A familiar feeling embraced my whole system with his act.

"May gusto ka na ba ngayon, Alena?"

Ian used to speak in english... A lot. Sa ilang buwan naming magkasama, doon ko na-realize na talagang nag-e-english siya. Hearing him speak tagalog is just a chef's kiss! His tagalog accent is lit! Buti na lang, he use tagalog na most of the time.

I was about to say "no" when his hands grabbed my chest. Nagtayuan ang mga balahibo ko sa gulat at sensasyon. His hands are hot. Ramdam ko ang init nito kahit pa nakasuot ako ng bra.