The Merciless Stud (Hot Trans Series #3)

Chapter 51

My hands and legs are uncontrollably shaking as I continue to feel the vibration of Tyson's cries against my back. The tightness and firmness of his hug from my behind can be very felt yet still wasn't enough to stop my body from trembling abnormally. His loud cries sounded so real yet pathetic. Pathetic in a way that I, for one, had witnessed how he was as a person, and this hilarious crying of him is so unbelievable and very far and out of his character. It's almost as if he's acting in a soap opera. Kahit kanina pang nasa loob kami, nagmumukha talaga siyang umaarte at ang sarap sarap niyang tawanan!

Ang sarap sarap niyang pag-tawanan sa mismong pagmumukha niya pero putang ina, ang mabigat na bikig sa lalamunan ko at ang nag-mamakaawang maka-agos na mga luha ko ay masyadong matibay at malakas kaya hindi ko tila magawang isa-aksyon ang mga bagay na tumatakbo sa utak ko at mga iba pang gusto kong gawin.

I don't know how I could still afford to have such tempting reaction to him after all these years of loathing him to death. After all the curses, wishes of bad karma, and swearing to never ever feel anything again for this man have all come crumbling down like an old fragile Victorian building.

Ilang beses ko na siyang paulit-ulit na pinatay, sinaktan, at binasura sa isipan ko simula noon at alam na alam kong kung darating man ang araw na makikita ko siyang muli, ay talagang walang wala na ang dating epekto niya sa'kin.

That I would absolutely have lost it all already when the time comes. That I'm totally over him and everything about him. And that I'm definitely not going to have even the slightest sign of relapse at all. I'd just be all the way a changed, powerful, and grown woman that I thrived to be.

But I don't know... I don't know if it's because, although, I have always been half-hearted about seeing him again, always had been torn between 'being scared' and 'caring less' if I'd ever really meet him again, but still never have I ever thought about finally seeing him again in a very unexpected time, setting, and in such a very drunk state.

Hinding-hindi ko inisip at inasahan na makikita ko siyang muli nang napaka-unguarded at carefree ko lang! Again, off all fucking times?!

And I hate how fate could be doing this to me right now. How it's playing with my whole being. How it tries and tests me. With me having little to no defense. Fuck.

I hate it because, with me, being this overwhelmed and unguarded, while being with this man whom have finally got a hold of me while annoyingly crying, makes me feel so weak and hopeless. So troubled and shaken. And fuck it! I expected better! From myself! From all of this fucking thing. This is definitely not what I wanted it to be!

I clenched my jaw again and took a deep breath. Swiftly reminding myself of what I did and said to him inside that room. I could have done better but that wasn't bad either, at least. Nasimulan ko na. You already did something, Apple. All you have to do is to just fucking man up and continue what you have started with him earlier! If he wants it, then give it to him. Serve what's needed to be served.

With all the forced strength and passion I was able to muster, I turned my body so fast that it loosen up his hug on me. Bahagya siyang napaatras nang tuluyan akong napa-harap sakaniya.

With red and wet eyes, runny red nose, and pinkish drunk cheeks, he looked up at me. Pa-putol putol siyang humihinga habang patuloy na humahagulhol nang mahina at baritono.

"B... I'm beg—"

I did not let him finish begging again and forcefully gave him another, I lost count now, hard and sharp slap. Napa-baling ang mukha niya sa kanan niya at kitang kita ko ang ngayo'y pag-haplos niya na sa pisngi niya. Tila tuluyan nang tinatablan nang sakit. Kahit na ba'y kanina ko pa siya pinag-sasampal sa loob at hindi man lang natitinag, ngunit ngayo'y tuluyan nang nang-hina at unti-unting nakaka-ramdam ng hapdi.