The Magnate's Holiest Sin (Cavanaugh #2)

Simula

Simula

Fear

Mature Content Warning (Mild). Prologue may contain content of an adult nature. If you are easily offended or are under the age of 18, just ignore and skip some scenes. Some words within are intended for adults only and may include scenes of sexual content, strong languages, violence etc.

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"Sex tayo?" kaswal na tanong nito na parang nag-aaya lang lumabas.

Alam ko naman kung anong ibig niyang sabihin pero nakakagulat lang kasi parang sanay na siyang humihingi ng mga gano'ng klaseng bagay kahit wala naman kaming relasyon dalawa.

Pinagpatuloy ko na lang ang pag-aayos ng mga bedsheets, comforter at pillows dito sa kwarto ko habang nararamdaman ko na ang panginginig ng aking mga kamay. Hindi ko siya pinansin na ngayon ay nakasandal sa may pinto.

"How old are you?" he asked after one minute of silence.

"Twenty-one po," magalang kong sagot habang abala pa rin sa pag-aayos at pilit pinapakalma ang sarili.

Hard to believe that he talked to me. Since the first time that he came here, I didn't hear him say a word. How hilarious that the first word he said was the word that I had been afraid to hear so.

I heard him cleared his throat. "Twenty-one? Too young."

Naririnig ko sa kanyang boses ang pag-iingat na parang ayaw niyang matakot ako sa kanya.

Pagkatapos kong ayusin ang kanyang kama ay hinarap ko siya kahit na alam kong kanina niya pa ako pinapanood.

"Nasa'n ang mga magulang mo?" tanong ng kuryuso niyang baritonong boses.

I bit my lip and forced myself not to cry before answering his question even if it was hard to say it. "W-Wala na sila."

"Dahil?" dugtong niya sa 'di tapos na sagot ko. "Kaya ba si Kuya King mo na lang ang kasama mo rito?"

Hindi ako sumagot.

Ayokong isipin ulit 'yon. 'Yong sabay silang nawala dahil sa sakit na 'yon. My father cheated and had a sexual intercourse with another woman. He didn't know that the woman had HIV when he came back at home and made love with my mother.

Iisipin ko pa lang na nakikipagtalik ako ay pinagpapawisan na ako, nahihirapang huminga at nanginginig ang mga kamay. Madalas ay umiiyak pa ako.

"Ayos ka lang ba?" hindi ko alam kung tama ba ang narinig kong may konting pag-aalala sa kanyang boses.

Nanlamig ang mga kamay ko nang sinara niya ang pinto ng kwarto at lumapit sa kinaroroonan ko.

"What's wrong?" he asked and stopped five feet away. "Are you scared of me? 'Wag kang matakot, 'di naman ako nangangain ng vàgïnå."

Mariin kong tinakpan ang magkabilang tainga ko para hindi na ulit marinig ang kanyang mahinahon ngunit malalim na boses.

Something was in his voice. He was trying to earn my trust, it was just so gentle, smooth yet very manly. It was never been harsh and violent in my ear.

"S-Stop talking about those-those words! I don't like it!" marahas kong sigaw at umatras nang sinubukan niyang humakbang pasulong. "Lumabas ka na, kung 'di, isusumbong kita kay Kuya King!"

"Okay, I'll stop talking about those words. 'Wag mo muna akong paalisin," he was so understanding. Kahit na sobrang naghaharumentado na ang puso ko sa takot ay parang hindi naman siya apektado sa pananakot ko. He cocked his head to the side, observing me, examining the whole of me. "What's your name? Ayaw kasi sabihin ng kuya mo, curious ako."