The Merciless Stud (Hot Trans Series #3)

Chapter 53

A very satisfied smirk remained on my lips as I watched how horror displayed in his whole face. He looks so horrified and in disbelief at the same time. Oo nga naman, who would actually give orders to The Tyson Matheus Wilson Echiverri? The future of the Echiverri Construction Group and all of their other businesses. The future Don Echiverri— which for years, I still and never really understood what's it about and why the hell do they have a freaking title like that of a royal. Tss.

Who exactly would, right? For years, this man in front of me had been nothing but an alpha fucking stud. The one who commands. The one who gives orders. The one who demands. He had been raised for one sole purpose; and that is to be the head of the family. The one on top of the pinnacle. The one who will continue the patriarchal Echiverri clan.

And for me, his mere former toy, slave, nanny, and kink satisfier, to only just unapologetically order him to go get something from my car down the basement of this tall corporate tower, really is very horrifying and feels almost like a sin to him. Had it been said by me years ago, I would no longer even think of how brutal his reaction to it may have been.

But... No. Surprisingly, no. Because the horror and disbelief that I watched so closely just a few minutes ago disappeared very quickly and subtly. It almost made me want to doubt myself and my eyes if what I saw in his face earlier really did occur. Ang galing galing nang pagkaka-bawi niya at ang swabe swabe nang agarang pag-guhit ng maamong ngiti sa mukha niya kaya bumabalik na naman tuloy ang inis ko sa panlalaban niyang ito. Lumalaban talaga siya kahit pa-hapyaw lang!

That whenever I start to think I'm already winning, he would still find ways to somehow maneuver the situation and makes sure he still has little control over the course of our fight. He is so emotionally and mentally resilient that whenever I try to manipulate and dominate the game, he sure would show pain and defeat, but still manages to ride my game and play along.

Very opposite to how I played along his game many years ago. Na hindi man lang marunong mag-basa ng mga galawan niya. Hindi marunong mag-laro pabalik. Iiyak at kikimkimin lang ang hinanakit sa tabi. Fuck.

It's like he's letting me have my way, sure, but he would also still subtly fight me back in the end to balance everything out. Na sa tuwing nilalaro ko siya ay walang problemang bibigyan niya ako nang satisfaction ngunit lalaruin niya pa rin din ako sa huli.

A harmless play, yes, but still— it's pissing me off so bad now upon realizing that my wins over him are, by far, short lived. I want to see him crushed down so bad all the way through and not just for few fucking moments! But this brute is just so... Grrr.

I hate how well he seems to read my mind and actions. Kahit dati pa. For all I know, he already realized my intention to treat him just like how he did me years ago. Iyan pa ba, ang tuso niyan. Ang tali talino niyan. Kaya mas lalo talagang kailangan kong pag-igihan ito. Mas lalo kong dapat galingan. I can't afford to falter.

But, shit, argh! Paano nga? How?! How, when he's like this... He's this smart and good... He's... Fuck.

Tumayo siya at tumikhim. He caressed his jaw as if fixing his face like a robot and programming it back to normal. Inayos-ayos niya ang kwelyo niya. Ngayon ko lang din tuloy napasadahan nang maigi ang itsura at suot niya.

He's wearing an expensive looking white and thin polo underneath his casual navy blue coat. No necktie and other whatnots. Very clean and plain. Ang pang-ibaba niya naman ay ang kaparehang trousers nang coat niya, navy blue din. Sobrang saktong sakto lang ang sukat at yakap nito sa mga hita niya. I can't see his shoes, unfortunately.

Taas kilay siyang ngumiti at tumango sa'kin bago nag-lakad at umikot mula sa bahagi niya. Nang nakarating na sa harap ko'y 'tsaka ko lamang nakita ang mukhang bagong bago pa na leather black men's shoes niya. I looked away.