Chapter 5
We had been on the road for what felt like an eternity, finally arriving at his extravagant mansion. As we pulled up, I couldn't help but be in awe of its grandeur. It surpassed all my expectations, leaving me speechless.
While I was still taking in the sight, he seemed to navigate through the mansion effortlessly. His confidence was palpable as he made his way to the bar counter, grabbing a bottle of beer. I was taken aback, as I had never seen him indulge in alcohol before.
"Cheers!" he exclaimed, his tone serious.
I couldn't help but smile at his nonchalant demeanor. He offered me a beer, but I politely declined. I wanted to keep a clear head for whatever was about to unfold. My mind was racing, trying to figure out how to approach this situation, and a sense of anxiety started to creep in.
Taking a sip of his beer, he looked at me intently and asked, "So, what can you do for fifty million pesos?" His seriousness was evident.
With a seductive tone, I replied, "I can give you pleasure. What else?"
My heart began to race, realizing that I was not fully prepared for what was about to transpire. Summoning my courage, I continued, "Make it worth my while," he coldly stated, clearly under the influence.
I locked eyes with him, my heart pounding in my chest. He was the one I had avoided for so long, the one who had caused me immense pain. I had vowed to never let him back into my life.
But now, I was determined to take control. I wanted to show him that I held the power, that I could be the one to seduce him. I wanted him to experience the same vulnerability and powerlessness that I had felt.
Taking a deep breath, I boldly asked him if he wanted to engage in a passionate encounter. Surprise flickered in his eyes, and he hesitated before responding. I could see the battle between desire and fear waging within him, etched on his face.
"Now what?" he asked, his seriousness unwavering.
Without hesitation, I closed the distance between us, our faces mere inches apart. We locked gazes, a silent understanding passing between us.
I couldn't deny that all the pain was resurfacing. What he had put me through had been excruciating. I had felt so abandoned and shattered. Now, I wanted him to feel the same pain he inflicted on me.
Yet, in that very moment, a surge of passion consumed me. I yearned to kiss him, to feel his lips against mine and relive that love once more. I wanted to alleviate some of the agony he had caused.
His hands traced up my body, his breath grazing my neck. I tried to shut my eyes and imagine he was someone else, someone I could genuinely love. But it was impossible. His touch only brought back memories of the torment and anguish he had brought upon me. I wanted to scream and push him away, but I couldn't. I had to see this through.
"Uhmmmm," he moaned.
I turned my head slightly and kissed him, my hatred and anger simmering beneath the surface. He responded eagerly, and I could sense the heat of his desire. I moved my body against his, every motion calculated and precise. I needed to execute this flawlessly, so he wouldn't suspect a thing.
"Make it fast!" he commanded.
He gasped as I brushed my lips against his, and a moment of satisfaction washed over me. I didn't have to do this if I didn't want to, but I was doing it anyway. I was seducing him with every ounce of hatred and resentment in my heart.
"Oh fuck!" he cursed.
I continued to move in a slow, sensual rhythm, ensuring that every inch of him felt my touch. The intensity built, and I could sense his desire growing. I knew that soon it would be over, and he would have to face the consequences of his actions. But for now, I was going to make him experience pleasure.
"You should pay for everything," my mind whispered.
The moment of climax arrived, and I felt his body tense as he reached his peak. I closed my eyes, willing the pleasure to wash away my hatred. When it was over, I opened my eyes and looked at him. I felt empty and satisfied all at once.
He leaned in closer, his breath warm against my ear. I stood frozen, not responding to his words. All I wanted was for him to leave my life, to put this painful chapter behind me and move on. I craved freedom from the memories that haunted me. But deep down, I knew I couldn't let him go without seeking revenge.
As he dressed and prepared to leave, I couldn't help but watch him. Something inside me stirred, a mix of emotions that I couldn't fully comprehend. And in that moment, I made a decision. I kissed him, tears streaming down my face, a bittersweet blend of joy and pain.
We broke apart, both avoiding each other's gaze. There were no words left to say, no explanations that could mend what was broken between us. That night, we shared a physical connection, and amidst the satisfaction, I felt a surge of power. I had taken control, seducing the man I despised the most.
"You can leave and come back tomorrow morning," he said, his tone serious.
"I have to stay until the contract is complete," I replied, determined.
His frown deepened, clearly taken aback by my response.
"Did you even read the agreement?" I asked, my voice filled with emphasis.
"You can't stay here forever. I can't bear to be around you," he protested.
I simply smiled, knowing that my presence still affected him, despite his words.
"Why? I thought you had moved on," I teased, a hint of mischief in my voice.
"What are you talking about?" he asked, confusion etched on his face.
"It seems like you're uncomfortable around me. After what happened, don't deny that you enjoyed it," I taunted.
"Is that so?" he questioned.
He leaned in closer, his face inches from mine, and I couldn't help but inhale his breath. In that moment, I was rooted to the spot, unable to move, as the tension between us lingered.