Secret Desires

Chapter 2

Warning: This story contains scenes unsuitable for young readers. Reader discretion is advised. Age gap 18+ readers only.

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Chapter 2

Weeks had passed, Mac and I always find time to go on dates. Our communication is going great too. He made me feel like I'm the most beautiful lady out there that I almost forgot that I have Luis.

Oh, what am I doing?

Have I gone mad?

How about my boyfriend who lives far away?

My phone beeped. Luis' text brought me back to reality.

Luis:

Babe, I missed you.

Babe?

Please reply.

Babe..

I know he only misses me in a more intimate reason. By intimate I mean having sex by chatting or by texting. We exchange naughty text, call, and chat. Sometimes masturbating in front of the camera.

I sighed. That is why I was getting tired of what we have. I wanted... more. I typed in my reply.

Me:

I miss you, too.

Well, not really because I have Mac here. Damn. I've gotten indecent since our first date in the movie theater. I should stop this thing with Mac because I have Luis. And I should stop being Luis' girlfriend because I'm in love with my guy best friend.

I sighed again.

What is wrong with me?

My phone beeped with a new message. My logic flew out of the window as I read it. It's from Mac.

Mac:

I miss you. I want to hug you.

I hugged my pillow tight. I feel so giddy texting Mac that, at times, I forget I have a boyfriend.

Me:

I miss you too! Me too!

Mac:

Let's meet up? I really want to hug you.

I don't know why but that word 'hug' has a double meaning when I read it. Or is it just my mind playing tricks on me? I read it as sex, not just a simple hug.. but sex.

Me:

Sure. Let's meet. When? Where?

Mac:

Tomorrow. Since, it's still a weekend. I'll pick you up by 2:30 in the afternoon.

Me:

Okay. See you then.

So tomorrow I have a date. What will I wear? Should I shave? I mean... what? Why do I need to shave? I contemplated for awhile but in the end, decided to shave. For future purposes.

He picked me up at exactly the time he told me. He drove his sexy motorcycle to our destination, I sat at the back. My arms stretched around his waist so as to keep myself from falling, hugging him.

The wind blew coldly on my face. Thank god I wore my gray cardigan!

Minutes later, we arrived at a resort hotel. It was bit of a bumpy ride because of the rocks that paved the driveway.

Mac parked on the side along with the motorcycles from other customers. Whew! I guess we're not alone here.

"Hey, Mac!" a guy called out to him.