Deceret Series #1: His Lips On My Neck

Chapter 3

Ngumuso ako, nagpipigil ng ngiti. It doesn't take a genius to know that what's going on between the two of them is more than a platonic mentor-assistant relationship. Inilahad ko ang kamay ko at tinanggap naman iyon ni Czarina.

"Nice to meet you."

"Pleasure is mine."

Nag-usap pa sila Philodemus at Rigor bago niya kami iniwan upang i-entertain ang iba niyang mga bisita. I heard the famous model, Brylee Salvador is here, too. Nang makaramdam na ako ng pagod ay hinanap na ng mga mata ko si Denver.

"Are you tired?"

I glanced at him. Seryoso siyang nakatingin sa akin ngayon.

"Yeah... a bit." Pag-amin ko.

"Let's get you home, then."

I swiped a tongue across my lower lips as I continued to look for Denver. Philodemus touched my arms lightly, as if asking for my attention. Binalingan ko siya at nagtaas bahagya ng kilay.

"I'll drive you home."

I chuckled automatically. "Nice try, but no." My smiled faded as quickly as it materialized on my lips. "There are press everywhere. And some of the fans might see us together."

A muscle in his jaw clenched as his eyes flashed with what seemed like anger or irritation. "Why are you afraid of being seen with me?"

"I'm not afraid..."

"You broke up with that douchebag, right?" mariin niyang tanong sa akin.

I sighed. Hindi na surpresa sa akin na alam na iyon ni Philodemus. Everyone is feasting about my latest breakup. May ibang tinatanong kung sino na naman kaya ulit ang boyfriend ko sa susunod na linggo. I rolled my eyes at the news. Denver have strictly warned me to lay low, after the little stunt I pulled with Callix and his chick.

"Yes, I did."

"Then we're good." He said nonchalantly.

"That doesn't give you the right to—"

"Come on." Aniya at hinila ako. I tried pulling my hand away but he is strong. Kahit mahigpit ang kapit niya sa akin ay sinisigurado niya namang hindi ako nasasaktan. My feet hurt from the heels I am wearing.

Mabilis kaming naglakad patungo sa basement parking ng Art House. Hindi na ako nagtaka na alam niya ang pasikot-sikot dito. He must've helped his cousin with his art gallery. Maraming artikulo tungkol sa kanilang dalawa. The Treveron boys, as they may say.

I couldn't hide the impressed look on my face when we neared a matte black vintage Ford Mustang sitting in the corner. Walang katao-tao sa basement parking maliban sa aming dalawa. He opened the door and stared at me, his fiery eyes boring into mine.

"Get in, Shortie..."

I hesitated, before I sighed and then climbed inside his luxurious car. He must've bought this at a fortune and have it renovated. The plush and elegant car seat feels soft against my skin. Napangiti tuloy ako. It brings back memories from the past. Dati ay Toyota lamang ay dina-drive niya. But now the guy owns a fucking Mustang. Who wouldn't be enthralled, right?

He closed the door gently after I buckled my seatbelt and circled the car, before occupying the driver's seat. Tinted na ang bintana ng sasakyan, for obvious reasons. As soon as he buckled his own seatbelt, he reached for the stereo and flicked it several times before he got the song he was looking for.

Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby by Cigarettes After Sex filled the car. Sumikip na ang dibdib ko nang iatras niya ang kotse. This looks like the usual routine we had in college. The car. The sound trip. Only we are wearing expensive gowns and tux now.