“Ugh,” he moan as he hold his thing to successfully let his desire for her out of his senses.
“I will find you. Again! You'll pay for this and I'll make sure that you'll whimper in need of my body.”
“Ughhh!” he moaned, and she was the woman whom he was picturing naked inside his head.
Martina's POV
Inayos ko ang sarili ko. Tsk, nabuksan din pala niya 'yung zipper ko.
“H–Hey, where are you going?” I heard him yell.
Naglalakad na 'ko palayo sa kaniya nang makaramdam ako ng awa. Kahit papaano naman ay ayaw ko ng sobrang exposure from the crowd.
“Your car door is open...,” I look on my left and I am seeing him from my peripheral eyesight, “And so is your zipper,” paalala ko.
I finished my word and started to walk again 'til I remembered something.
I stop to face him saying, “No strings attached, babe. Byeeee!”
I winked before finally leaving. Dang! I almost give in. Good thing, I didn't.
“What a spawn, Martina. You've had survive that shit,” I complimented myself.
Sayang lang talaga, ang hot ni Mistah Streyngah. Kung puwede nga lang, ginahasa ko na 'yun eh. As if you can, Martina. Of course, I can. Wrong timing lang talaga si manong, meron ako. Pfft, as if... as really if.
“Ew! Yuck!” sabi ko, hindi dahil sa thought na mayroon ako habang may ginagawa kaming kababalaghan sa gitna ng kalsada at kabilugan ng buwan, kun'di dahil sa word na manong.
Argh! He's so young, wild, and free, and handsome, and hot! Oh, soooo, fucking hot than the biggest star exists in the Milky Way Galaxy to be called like that. OA. Sorry na.
I sigh.
Here I go again, walking home. Alone. Bakit ba kasi hindi na naman ako nagdala ng kotse? 'Yan! Tamad-tamad mag-drive tapos 'pag uuwi na, magrereklamo? I scolded myself before I hear my phone ringing.
“Yes?” I answered the line without looking at the caller.
“Mumsh, where are you?” my friend Cara asks.
“I'm on my way home. Why?”
“Nothing, just get home safe.” And she ended the call.
Anong nangyari doon? Hay, for sure, bakla na naman 'yung boylet na nilalandi niya at na-busted siya dahil nakahanap na ng iba. Nako, sinasabi ko na nga ba eh. Pare-pareho lang ang mga lalaking 'yan. Mga manloloko, mapagpanggap! Hindi na lang makuntento sa kung anong mayroon sila. Maghahanap pa ng iba. 'Yung kauri pa talaga nila. Mga walang hiya! Sinubukan kong tawagan 'yung babaeng 'yon para sana makiramay pero hindi niya sinasagot. Alam kasi niyang pumasok at nilamon na ng utak ko 'yung mga alam kong posibleng nangyari sa kaniya. Tsk, sayang ang beauty niya.
My phone rang for the second time and it's my twin.
“Hello, mumsh?” I answered.
Ito kaya? Ano naman ang problema nito? Nag-away na naman sila ng boyfie niya? Buti pa ako, walang kaproble-problema
“Hello, my dear twin!” she lively replies.
Well, this sounded so fishy. Not usual or....
“Wanna drink?” I frowned to what she said.
Guess, I'm right.
“Anong problema mo? Sabihin mo na, dali at gagawa ako ng blog para sa mga sawi,” I said nonchalantly.
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Escaping Strings
Romance= Tempted Series 1 = No strings attach, But you happen to change it. All the strings attach, I don't think I can handle it. Martina Fortalejo's story from Tempted Series. Note: Be open minded. Remember, Plagiarism is a Crime. © March 11, 2018 - July...
Chapter 1: Ugh!
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