The Fall of Alexander the Great (Monteverde Series 3)

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Chapter Five

"You frown too much." komento ko kay Alexander habang komportableng nakaupo sa living room couch niya. Since I have taken his bait, we are now unofficially seeing each other. It's been about two weeks since the day I decided to take the challenge, and up to this day, he still remains the cold, boring, and stiff man that he is.

"You talk too much," he countered as he passed me a cup of steaming coffee. Inabot ko naman ito at nilagay muna sa ibabaw ng mesa para palamigin ng kaunti. I raised my legs and placed them on top of the table, too. From my peripheral, I saw the crease that appeared on Alexander's forehead.

"It's unethical, Blythe. Ibaba mo nga 'yang mga paa mo."

I flipped him off. It always infuriates him. It's my way of getting back.

Nagdilim ang mukha niya. Looks like Alexander the Great is starting to get annoyed. I gave him that nickname because he thinks too highly of himself. Growing up with vast amount of fortunes can really fry your brain, can't it?

"Stop giving me the middle finger. Makikita mo ang hinahanap mo," he warned.

"Oh, yeah? At ano naman ang gagawin mo? Boss me around like you always do?"

"Worse. I'll kiss you."

A laugh escaped from my mouth. "What are we? Highschoolers? Tatakutin mo ako sa pamamagitan ng halik? What is this? Reverse psychology for me to do it again, so you can have a taste of my soft sweet lips? Style mo, bulok."
"Is my plan working?"

"I think your plan is stupid."

"Really?"

"Yeah," I confirmed. "Well, you could have just asked, dimwit."

"Can I kiss you?"

I shrugged, like it was nothing, when it clearly isn't. Suddenly, I am hyperaware of how unnervingly close he is to me. He is occupying too much of the couch, his presence filling the entire room.

I'll be damned. "'Course you can."

He pressed himself against me, and took my face in his hands.

Well, damn it.

He was staring at my face, searching for something. His eyes, gray and dark, are devoid of emotion, yet somehow are still so full of life. Just then, I decided to ruin the moment.

"Are you going to kiss me or are you -"

Oh.

It started out gently, then he pressed himself on me a little harder, more eager. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I'm afraid if I do something, I might ruin it again. And I don't want to ruin something this inexplicably good. He sucked my bottom lip, let it go, stared at me, and squeezed my left boob.

"You just squeezed my boob," was the first thing I said when I found my voice.

"I just squeezed your boob," he repeated.

"I like it."

He shrugged, the smug expression back on. "I knew you will."

"Ang yabang." I flipped him off. In a poor attempt to divert my attention, binuksan ko ang TV at inilagay ito sa news habang iniinom ang kapeng tinimpla niya. Nakapagkit ang mga mata ko sa pinapanood, kahit wala naman talaga akong maintindihan, dahil paulit-ulit sa utak ko ang halikang nangyari kanina. Samantalang siya ay parang walang pakialam na nagbabasa ng dyaryo sa tabi ko.