The Billionaire's Canary

#10:

Napayuko, hindi ko kayang salubungin ang tila mapanuksong tingin niya.

Sa pagyuko ko, I heard the distinct sound of the window lock clicking open. With a gentle press, the glass began to slide down.

A woman, who had knocked on the window moments earlier, now peered in with an expression that was a blend of surprise and disbelief.

Her eyes widened in recognition, and I could see the fleeting moment of shock cross her face as she processed my presence inside the car.

Ilang sigundo din itong natigilan, na nakatuon lang ang mga mata nito sa akin, before finally turning to him.

"Kendrick, who is he?" she asked, her voice thick with curiosity and an unvoiced demand for clarity.

Hindi maitago sa tanong nito na umaasa ng tamang paliwanag kung bakit ako nasa loob ng sasakyan niya.

"M-Mr. Hidalgo just helped me,"

I stammered, nabaling ang tingin ko sa icepack na nahulog mismo sa paanan ko na nakalimutan ko dahil sa paghalik niya sa akin. Agad ko iyong pinulot.

Sa malalim na paghinga na pinakawalan ko, binukaan ko ang pinto saka bumaba ng sasakyan, bahagya pa akong yumuko sa babae ng makababa na ako ng tuluyan.

"Oh." A flicker of recognition crossed her face; she must have recalled our earlier encounter in the canteen, alongside the director, and Kendrick had witnessed one of his relatives embroiled in a confrontation with me.

She hadn’t intervened then, dahil may kausap ito kanina sa cellphone, yet her presence now felt significant, ang kanyang tingin sa akin ay tila hindi naniniwala sa ainabi kong tinulungan lamang ako ni Kendrick.

Kahit ayaw ko na sanang tumingin kay Kendrick, binalingan mo parin siya.

“Thank you, Mr. Hidalgo. I’ll be going then,” I said, my voice steady, yet anxious.

I didn’t wait for his response; instead, I quickly turned away, na tila ba napapaso ang mga paa ko sa lupa dahil sa pagmamadali kong makalayo sa kanila.

I resisted the impulse to look back, determined to keep moving forward.

Hindi na din ako nagtuloy sa store para bumili sana ng icepack, as I clutched the one Kendrick had given me earlier.

My thoughts hurried ahead to the dorm, knowing my sister was still waiting there for me.

......

I glanced at Natalie, who was now sitting in the seat Zeon had occupied.

Malalim ang pinakawalan kong paghinga matapos kong bawiin ang mga mata ko dito.

Ang driver na kanina ay bumaba para bigyan kami ng privacy ni Zeon ay sumakay na rin, binuhay ang makina, at nagmaneho na paalis.

Lumapit sa pagkakaupo sa akin si Natalie,, wrapped her fingers around my arm and rested her head on it. After a few moments of silence, binasag niya ang katahimikan.

“Parang may pagkakahawig ako sa batang lalaking iyon?” she asked, her tone filled with uncertainty. "kung hindi ko siya tinitigan ng mabuti kanina, aakalain kong isa siyang batang babae."

“You said so?” I replied sparingly, hinila ang braso ko kung saan nakasandal ang ulo niya dahil nakaramdam ako ng pagkairita, but I didn’t want her to notice it.

“Uhm, you helped him earlier because he looked like me and you were worried. If he is a girl, she is beautiful, but I’m prettier than that young boy. And he’s still young,” she said proudly, saka nito sinabayan ng paghawi ng buhok patalikod.

I chose silence, letting her continue her thoughts unchallenged.

Yes, Natalie was right, Zeon indeed beautiful. And Zeon was no longer just a young boy, he was twenty-four, an age that marked him as an adult, especially compared to the naive nineteen-year-old I had coaxed into signing a contract, making him part of my life for five years.

I recalled that time vividly—how I had been his first, the one to take his virginity even he is a boy. A strange mixture of pride and regret twisted in my heart as I thought about how much had changed.

That night marked the beginning of our agreement, a silent pact sealed after he signed the contract I offered him.

His whole body trembled, fear evident on his cute face, struggle palpable in the way he tugged at the hem oh his thin nightgown that I ordered him to wear.

The room was cloaked in dimness, yet it was enough for me to see the perfect contours of his body even he is a man, outlined by the delicate fabric that barely concealed him.

Tanging ang manipis din na brief ang suot nito sa ilalim ng nightgown na suot niya. Dumikit sa manipis at madulas na tela sa manipis niyang dibdib, that their beauty accentuated by the two small n*****s perched atop.

I clenched my palms in response to the captivating sight, swallowing hard as my mind wandered into forbidden thoughts — the desire to taste hin, to cherish his softness.

“Come here,” I commanded, my voice low and commanding.

I perched on the edge of the window, cloaked in shadows cast by thick leaves outside.

But as the wind shifted, the shadows danced away, and moonlight cascaded over me, eliciting a gaze of awe from him.

"Why? Are you so afraid of me?" I asked, my tone laced with a dark curiosity. "Do you have second thoughts? Even if you do now, it’s too late.”

I noticed him swallow hard, his feet barely inching forward, knees shaking in evident trepidation.

As he drew closer, I savored the opportunity to admire his beauty even more closely. My throat tightened again.

I instinctively raised my hand, longing to touch him, but as soon as my skin grazed him, he recoiled.

Frowning at his retreat, I shifted my approach, opting for a tone that was more possessive and dominant, inviting him into my world of shadows and desire.

"I said come here," I commanded again, my voice firm and authoritative.

He flinched at the intensity of my words, surprise flashing across his face.

Despite his hesitation, he took a step closer, navigating the space between us until he stood just a few feet away from where I was seated.

Reaching out, I raised my hand and clasped his wrist gently, but with purpose, pulling him nearer until he settled on my lap.

"Hmmm," I exhaled, inhaling the intoxicating scent that enveloped him.

It was a natural fragrance that danced around me, vibrant and refreshing, sending a jolt of vitality through my body.

My palm cradled his tiny waist, feeling its delicate size beneath my touch.

I marveled at how my two hands could easily encompass it, but the softness of his skin, so fragile it seemed, made me cautious as I tightened my grip, afraid that even the slightest pressure could shatter the fragile beauty before me.

As I lightly squeezed his waist, a subtle reaction occurred; he squeezed back gently, and in that intimate moment, an undeniable surge of desire washed over me.

I could feel an awakening of passion beneath my pants, a primal urge that throbbed with life, as if my body longed to connect with him on a deeper level.

Yet, despite the overwhelming desire rising within, I chose to suppress it, eager to explore how he would respond as I gradually took possession of him.

I raised my hand, my fingers delicately grasping the nape of his neck, pulling him closer until our lips met in a fervent kiss.

As my body brushed against him, my longing ignited even further, the softness of his lips awakening every inch of me. Hindi ako nagkamali, ang lambot ng mga iyon, at ang tamis sa panlasa ko.

"Uhmp" A soft moan escaped his lips, as if he were teetering on the edge of breathlessness.

“Close your eyes, and open your mouth,” I commanded softly between my kisses.

Slowly, his eyes fluttered shut, and his lips parted, inviting me in.

I seized the moment, my tongue slipping into his mouth, tasting the sweetness of his saliva—an intoxicating flavor that left me yearning for more.

His hand, previously gripping my body, now rose to entwine itself around my neck, deepening our kiss.

As I explored the warm depths of his mouth, I captured his tongue, sucking on it hungrily as if quenching an insatiable thirst.

Another delightful moan escaped his lips, a sound that resonated in my ears and filled the room with erotic melody.

I craved to hear it again and again, driving me to kiss him with more fervor, my hands roaming freely to explore every curve and contour of his body.