CHANGE OF HEART

32nd CHANGE

Yes, babies, nakasulat na ito sa first person tulad ng ibang BL stories ko. Ganyan ako kagulo. Inaayos ko na kasi mga BL stories ko sa first person unti-unti. Sorry na. Hahaha! Anyway, sorry sa trying hard na english ko. Kung mali ako sorry po. Haha! Alam ko maraming F word sa chapter na ito. Sorry ulit. Ganyan ko sila ginawa. Haha! Anyway, good luck sa pagbabasa.
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CHANGE OF HEART
Written by SomeoneLikeK
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CHRIS

OK. So—he knew.

I am a little relieved. He brought this up because it is okay to talk about it—I am not mad. Gusto ko rin namang marinig sa kanya na mali ako sa hinala ko. I am still hoping that everything will be OK. Mas pipiliin ko iyon kumpara sa magalit ako sa kanya at mauwi kami sa lokohan. Furthermore, yes—I'm stupid.

I slightly push Kane away. "Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

A flash of irritation crossed his handsome face. "Tie yourself in bed," he commanded.

I tilted my head in confusion, "huh?" Just what the fuck? Aren't we suppose to talk about something important? "Wait. Let's put that tying game aside—for now. OK? Gusto kong marinig ang sagot mo. Bakit hindi mo sinabi agad na nakita mo ako? Sabihin mo sa akin kung bakit kilala ka ng Papa ko. Ipaliwanag mo sa akin. Alam mo ba na naisip kong niloloko mo lang ako at  hindi totoo ang lahat ng sinabi mo sa akin? Naisip ko na gantihan ka."

I sense a strong feeling of annoyance from Kane. "I said—tie yourself in bed."

"Why?!" I didn't mean to raise my voice but I couldn't help it. Seryoso ang usapan namin 'tapos mauuwi kami sa talian.

I saw a fury emerging through his eyes. Oh boy, my handsome mafia boss is mad. "I will fuck you as a punishment so tie yourself in bed!"

Jeepers Creepers—did he just say fuck you? And he called that pleasure time, a punishment? Oh, wait. It is a punishment! Mamamatay ako sa hiya! I smell really bad—like washed clothes that did not dry in rainy season. One hour pa naman akong nakatambay sa parking area kanina.

For now, I will try to dodge his so called punishment. "Ano'ng ginawa ko sa 'yo at parang ikaw pa ang galit?"

"One," he started counting.

"Kane..."

"Two."

Fuck! I want to take a shower but I don't have the courage to ask! Shit! Just packing shit!

Naupo ako sa kama saka ko sinuot sa kaliwang wrist ang handcuff na nakakabit sa headboard. I hate this side of myself. I can't say no to him specially if he's too bossy. I always feel like I want to give him what he wanted. Like—please him, be his fucking slave, obey him.

Nang maisuot ko ang handcuff sa kaliwa kong wrist, sinubukan kong hatakin iyong chain. Matibay—hindi ko masisira. Mukha namang safe dahil hindi naman masikip sa wrist ang leather ng handcuffs na ito, sakto lang. Parang sinukat.

But there is one big problem. Maikli ang chain ng handcuffs, hindi ko maabot iyong nasa kabilang side para ikabit sa kanang wrist ko kaya sinulyapan ko si Kane.

"I need your help."

"Use your mouth," he commanded. Which I fucking did—and he looked pleased.