The Merciless Stud (Hot Trans Series #3)

Prologue

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PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME.

This is the third installment of Hot Trans Series.

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My body has its own life when it dances to an erotic trance music the DJ is playing. The party is now on its peak and given the fact that I am now here in the dance floor, being the life of the party that I am, is making everybody in this club go crazier and wilder.

I craned my neck to the right side as I shut my eyes tight. Feeling the party vibes and the deafening screams of the people around me, I can really say that I am made for this. I am for this.

I have always believed that I am good in everything even with things I do not like. I always make sure I excel in every fields I committed myself into. And I did. I really did.

But if you're going to ask me now if I am truly happy in this perfect life of mine? I'm gonna say no. A big NO. Yeah, I have everything now, almost all my life. It's just one thing that I cannot truly achieve. Or should I say, I did not get despite all the efforts, dedication, perseverance and... love I shed for it. I just simply cannot get it.

You see, I am one ungrateful bitch. Just one thing I cannot have and I am already on the verge of breaking down. I don't know. I'm not spoiled. I am just... frustrated and broken. And tired.

The music changed and now it has become more powerful and dirty. I felt big muscled bodies behind me and I smirked seductively. I am enjoying this not because of them. I am enjoying this because for years I've always wanted to remind myself that I could do everything, I can have every men that I want. One loss is not the end of my life. Never will be.

"Rub that ass more on me, darling." A man's voice echoed behind me. Hindi ko ginawa. Hindi ako bayaran nino man. Hindi ako utusan nino man. I own this life. If you are pleasured by my doings, then good. But we are doing this in my terms.

"Come on, I can't believe I am dancing with..."

Hindi niya naipag-patuloy ang sasabihin ng humarap ako sakaniya. It was a handsome showbiz personality. I arched my brows at him but I continued dancing seductively at him. Or for whoever's watching me now. I am perfectly aware of all the cameras upstairs and I don't care.

"The great Apple Sandova." He continued. I smirked. You know how to play this one, huh?

He snaked his arms around my waist and pulled me closer to him. I snaked my arms around his neck and slammed my showing cleavage into his chest. I saw his eyes burned with desire.

I am known for luring famous and wealthy men. I am a famous fashion icon, business woman, artist and ambassadress. I took up Architecture and graduated with latin honors in an Ivy League school. Although, I never liked Architecture, but my love for arts made me learn to love it eventually. I own my own make up brand and everyone says I have it all.

Yeah, I have it all. Because before I had all these achievements right now, I first had rejections, discriminations, criticisms, insults, failures and a broken heart. Funny how life seems to pay me everything that I have now for all the pain it gave me before. Do I really want this? Yes. Before what happened, I've wanted this kind of life. So maybe I should just make myself believe that I am happy and I deserve this.