When Bad Girls Fall In Love

Chapter 13 --- Mole

(A/N: The song in the multimedia suggests that this is going to be quite.. steamy for our very young readers. One must be 16 and above and openminded. Don't forget your cookies below!)














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I had pulled my long naturally-brown hair into a simple ponytail at the nape of my neck. Its simplicity of this style accentuated the numerous shades of brown in my hair, which ran from platinum shade of russet to the darkest brown cordovan.

 

 I was a person who wore a lot of makeup; the most that I would wear would be mascara and my signature smokey eye look.

But tonight I was wearing clear mascara that had some glitter and lip-gloss that made my full lips look rosy and quite kissable

I was wearing an emerald green halter-neck dress with a hem that fell mid-thigh, Nina, my all conservative best friend would call it "all-cleavage" dress because of the plunging neckline.


The colour of the dress compliments the orbs of my eyes, which is something that would attract men with

I always wore this dress to make me feel better and it never failed to cheer me up because I always felt confident when I wore it. Tonight, I needed to be cheered up because the night before I broke up with my boyfriend of three months, Aldrich Muñoz

 

It was particularly loud at 7th high where Gerard’s 19th birthday blast was held. He rented the entire place solely for tonight and I honestly wouldn’t be surprise with it because he was always known to be filthy rich around Ateneo

 

In the midst of loud music and bodies colliding, jamming and partying on the area. I found some lonely guy at the bar. It wasn’t the normal thing to find especially in this kind of place.





He was just sitting, drinking a local microbrew, watching a replay of a Lasalle’s basketball match against Ateneo .

 

It was weird actually, considering he wouldn’t hear a slightest thing from the television. "This is almost too easy," I thought to myself, watching him watch the game unaware of my presence and so I think.

He ran his fingers through his dark hair, it was a clean cut which is something Im not used to see for some guy. His hands looked gentle, I could almost feel them running across my smooth flesh...but not yet I reminded myself.

 

I came up behind him, his eyes still glued to the flat screen. The Eagles’ point guard was in the lead of rally against the solid defense of Archers, they been holding the defense so far.

 

I tapped my fingers gently on his shoulder and he turned to look at me. "Those glasses look rather foreboding," I said, gently removing his specs. Our eyes met, a long glance held between us

 

Chemistry is a strange thing, and as we talked and drank, I knew that one day very soon, we would sleep together.








There was something about him, the way he watch me  smoked my cigar, He would even just pause for awhile and stare at me as I deep drags and my long exhales, that might already give him the clue that I was dirty girl, and I secretly hope he loves dirty girls