-= Yesha's Point of View=-

I walked out of the room without anyone noticing me, seeing that Brix had betrayed me.

They were so engrossed in their own worldly lust that they didn't notice me.

"Shit! Why are you so dumb, Yesha?!"

I was scolding myself for my foolishness; I know we broke up, but it doesn't mean I won't feel betrayed when I find out Brix is having sex with another woman.

I may be innocent, but I'm not stupid; I realized she was Brix's colleague when I saw the woman.

I met her before, and as a girl, I knew she had a thing for Brix, and I wouldn't be surprised if I found out they were cheating behind my back even before we split up.

I don't care if people kept staring at me weirdly; all I know is that Brix betrayed me just when I thought I was ready to give myself to him.

I don't feel like going home just yet; I'm not sure I can keep the mood I was feeling at the time.

I should be upset and bawling my heart out again after finally understanding that we're truly gone, yet all I can feel is fury for his betrayal.

Instead of returning home, I opted to drive to a pub in BGC. I didn't even bother looking up the pub I was about to enter; all I wanted was to get wasted.

Perhaps it will help me forget Brix's betrayal.

As soon as I spotted a vacant seat, I called the waiter standing to the side of the bar.

"Give me your most powerful booze," I demanded.

As I could see him hesitating, I gave him my most deadly glare, which convinced him to comply.

I rushed to fill my glass and drank it all without hesitation.

All I wanted to do was drown myself to forget everything, even if only for a short while.

I kept drinking so much that I didn't realize I had almost finished the bottle, and it was already 1 am when I became intoxicated.

"All men everywhere be damned!" I screamed.

I didn't remember those words coming out of my mouth because I was wasted at the time.

I decided to go home at 2 am; I don't think I could complete the liquor bottle I ordered anyway.

I was about to call the waiter for my bill when my gaze was drawn to the semi-dark VIP section.

I've had the feeling that someone is watching me, but I ignore it and concentrate on my drinking; now that I'm leaving, I can't help but notice the man sitting alone in the luxurious VIP section.

A hypnotic sensation washed over me when I noticed the darkest pair of eyes I've ever seen.

It was like looking at a starless and clear sky, and I felt like all of my senses were being drawn into him, just like a wormhole.

He held himself as if he owned the place or, more accurately, the world.

Approximately seven waiters were waiting for his command, and I also observed some men in suits, who were most likely his bodyguards, indicating that he is not your ordinary joe.

I couldn't tell what he looked like because I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was quite attractive from the lines of his face.

I'm not sure what got into me, whether it was the drink or his hypnotic eyes, but I found myself walking towards the enigmatic man, whose attention didn't leave me.

The closer I went to him, the more I could see what he looked like, and I was taken aback when I saw his gorgeous face.

But to call him handsome would be an understatement; he's sinfully stunning.

Seeing him in the faint light revealed more expressive features, such as his thick, noble-looking eyebrows and deep-set eyes that seemed blacker than the night sky.

He has a straight, well-defined, and prominent nose, and my goodness, those are the most kissable lips I've ever seen, and just by looking at those lips, it's as if heaven was promised.

I kept advancing towards him, flashing him the most seductive smile I could muster.

I could never be so brazen in my wildest dreams because I'm so anxious most of the time.

His bodyguard stopped me in my tracks as I was only a few feet from him.

"Sorry, miss," he added solemnly, "but this is a VIP-only area."

"Just let her, Bruno," the enigmatic man's husky voice says, sending shivers down my spine.

His bodyguard finally let me past, so I walked and sat down on the expensive leather couch he was sitting in without waiting for his invitation.

"What's the problem? Why are you all by yourself? A handsome man like you should not be drinking alone," squinting my eyes, I murmured.

I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but I found myself confidently caressing the muscles on his exposed arm.

With his deep voice, he replied, "I'm no longer alone, now that a gorgeous woman like yourself will keep me company."

I didn't notice the passing of time as we flirted because quite frankly found him to be an enjoyable company.

He's not just gorgeous, but he's also a natural talker. With him, there was never a dull moment.

By the way, why were you drinking on your own?." He questioned, his attractive features showing a hint of curiosity.

"Well, I saw my boyfriend having sex with another woman; oh wait, he's already my ex since he broke up with me," I said, laughing bitterly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. It's his loss, not yours, that he broke up with such a stunning woman," he stated.

"Actually, it was my fault because I hadn't agreed to sleep with him yet," I looked around to make sure no one was listening before continuing. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm still a virgin."

Suddenly, I observed his eyes darkening, and I was sure it was lust, but it didn't terrify me; to be honest, I found it sexy.

"Well, if you want, we can do something about it," he added seductively.

"Bring it!" I responded without hesitation. It's as if all rationality in me disappeared in an instant.

I didn't see him paying his or my bill, so I figured he owned the bar, but why should I bother?

"Nice car!" I couldn't help but make a comment when I spotted his Rolls-Royce.

He didn't respond, but he grinned and nodded. Then he told his chauffeur to take us to a five-star hotel as soon as we were settled in.

I had no idea how or when we arrived at the hotel, but what mattered to me was the man's passionate kisses.

His skillful lips were making my knees weak, so it was a good thing his muscular arms supported me up while he kissed me passionately.

I felt something inside of me that I had never felt before. It was a strong emotion that wanted to break out.

He was looking at me with such blazing need in his eyes as he let me breathe, but after a few seconds, he captured my lips again, tempting me to reciprocate with the same passion he was giving me.

When I felt his tongue inside my mouth, I let out a soft gasp, tasting every inch of it.

I was so enthralled by the feeling that this man elicited in me that I found myself sucking on his tongue with enthusiasm.

My hands began to move on their own and unbuttoned his polo, and when I became upset because it was taking too long, I decided to tear his polo.

"I like that," he remarked between kisses.

I tried to take off my blouse, but it was futile because his kisses made me insane with desire.

"Let me," he whispered as he sensed my struggle, brushing the top of my left ear.

He easily removed my blouse, and before I could figure out what was going on, I noticed his lips heading downward, leaving wet trails along the way.

His lips continued to kiss me all the way up to my neck, which was the most sensitive part of my body.

He gave me a not-so-gentle bite on my neck, and I felt moist in between my legs due to his motion.

After he finished kissing my neck, he moved on to my firm breasts.

When I felt his mouth on my left mound, I sucked in my breath. Even with my bra on, I could still feel his hot, moist mouth, which made me dizzy with need.

It wasn't long before he took my bra off, and he started sucking on my left breast while stroking the other.

When I felt his free hand caressing my womanhood, I let out another moan.

I wasn't sure when or how he took off my last garment, but I didn't have much time to ponder it when he gently caressed my folds.

My body is on fire from the intense yearning that consumes me.

After a few minutes, his lips steered away from my breast and proceeded to kiss my flat stomach, my navel, and finally, my lady parts. I couldn't help but grab his hair for support as he continued to kiss my folds.

"Oh my God!" I couldn't stop murmuring as he kissed and licked me in my lady part, and a few moments later, I had my first-ever climax.

He licked the juice that came out of my core, ensuring that no nectar was wasted.

I was panting when he finally decided to leave that region and level his face with mine.

"Fuck! Your sexy murmured is driving me insane," I heard him remark before he captured my lips again.

I could taste my own juice from his lips, which didn't bother me.

He kissed me again while grasping both of my boobies with his large hands.

He continued to arouse me most sexually, and I had already reached my climax three times before he finally positioned his enormous manhood in front of my entrance.

"This could become rough, so hang on tight," he warned, and as I agreed, he began moving his hips.

I initially felt the pain of his penetration, but his kisses made me forget about it, and before I realized what had happened, I felt his erection filling my core.

He moved slowly at first to ensure that I could adjust to his length, and when he sensed that I was already moving, his thrust became faster.

"Goodness!" I exclaimed when I felt his shaft strike something deep within my core, causing me to feel bliss.

"I think I found your G spot," he chuckled.

"My wha..." I couldn't complete what I was about to say as he suddenly thrust his manhood into my core, striking the same region that had me in a state of bliss.

He continued to pound on me, his movement becoming more intense with each thrust, and after a few minutes, I noticed him becoming tense, indicating that he was approaching his climax.

I felt his warm seed inside me, and after a few minutes, we were both panting from the earth-shattering experience we had had.

His length was still inside me as he looked at me with calmness in his eyes.

He kissed me again deeply before finally removing his erection from inside me.

He lay down next to me and looked at me with a playful expression on his face.

"Congratulations on losing your virginity," he remarked with a sly grin.

I merely smiled at him and kissed him before falling into a deep sleep owing to exhaustion.

-= Yesha's Point of View=-

"Shit!" I mumbled silently while clutching my throbbing head, and to make matters worse; I awoke due to a beam of light from outside.

My head is killing me, most likely as a result of a hangover after too much drinking.

Make a mental note to never consume liquor again! I wanted to sleep again, but the ray of light made my headache worse.

I opted to close the shades, but when I opened my eyes, I was puzzled to see an unfamiliar ceiling.

My room's ceiling was supposed to be beige, but the one I was gazing at appeared to be cream in color.

Suddenly, I realized that I wasn't the only one in the bed.

When I looked over and saw a naked man lying next to me, it was a good thing I contained my screaming.

I saw a sleeping Greek god in my bed, or was it his bed? Wait, maybe his bed because I am not in my freaking room!

Fortunately, my sudden movement didn't alarm the gorgeous man, and as a result, I had the pleasure of marveling at his stunning looks.

He seemed so serene in his slumber; I remembered his intimidating demeanor at the pub the night before.

My eyes widened as I noticed his lower body was only covered by a thin blanket that didn't conceal his size, so I diverted my gaze in fear of being tempted to peek beyond the blanket.

I struggled to remember what had happened the night before and what had brought me to this room with this magnificent specimen.

"Think, Yesha, think," I told myself.

My headache was getting worse and worse as I struggled to recall what had happened.

Slowly, fragments of what transpired the day before began to resurface in my mind. Immediately after Brix dumped me, and I saw him banging another woman, I went to a bar and drank, and to my surprise...

When I realized what had happened between the stranger in bed and me, I was shocked and horrified.

"I had sex with a complete stranger!"

I disregarded the nagging voice in my head that appeared like it was saying something "What a fool! In bed with a naked man, why do you think you're naked?"

I cautiously got out of bed, taking care not to wake him up, and when I did, I noticed the red stain on the bedsheet on the side where I had been lying earlier.

The red stain only served to reaffirm that I had already lost my virginity.

I believe I was hyperventilating after realizing the truth, and it took a few minutes for me to feel the soreness in my lower abdomen.

Again, fragments of our passionate sexual pleasure surfaced in my mind, making me feel feverish.

I cautiously removed the blanket that covered his manhood, and it took a lot of willpower not to gaze at his shaft as I covered my naked body with the blanket I took from the sleeping man.

Even yet, it didn't stop my mind from running wild as I remembered how this sleeping man made me feel, particularly how he made me reach orgasm.

"Enough already, Yesha! Enough already!" I chastised myself when I felt the same lust as last night.

I hastily searched for my clothes, which were scattered over the room; I needed to move quickly because I was afraid he would wake up and find me.

Once I was clothed and had one last glance at him, I eventually made my way from the room.

I had no regrets about losing my virginity to this attractive man, but it doesn't imply that I'm looking forward to a long-term relationship with him either.

Because this was simply a one-night stand, I had to remind myself to forget about what had transpired in this room and to let go of any hopes for the future with this guy.

When I finally shut the door, I felt a twinge of sadness, which puzzled me because I didn't know this guy and was fairly certain that he wouldn't be troubled by someone as insignificant as myself.

I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past ten o'clock in the morning, and I was quite certain that I would hear a mouthful from my mom because I hadn't even informed her of my whereabouts.

To avoid my mother's machined gun mouth, I went to Julia's instead.

When I arrived at Julia's place, I caught up with her, who looked like she'd just gotten out of the bathroom, only wearing a towel over her body; she's not your typical shy girl.

Because of her model-like physique and soft features, Julia truly is the epitome of what it means to be a Filipina beauty.

"How was your date, Yesha?" she remarked, winking at me with a naughty grin. "Let's go inside my room," she said.

She appeared unaffected when she unceremoniously removed the towel covering her body; we're both women, after all, and it wasn't the first time she changed clothes in front of me.

"So tell me what happened?" she exclaimed as she changed into her house clothes.

Even though we were closed, I couldn't summon the courage to tell her what had happened; it was simply too intimate, but then again, who should I share my experience with if not her?

No, not my mother! In any case, if she finds out, I don't want to be tortured to death.

As I took a big breath, I decided to tell her everything that had happened since I had last seen her at the mall.

I could tell she was excited to find out what had happened because of the look on her face, but I'm sure that would change once she found out what I had done.

"Juls," I started, but I took several long breaths before continuing. "I've already given up my virginity."

"Yesha, you're amazing! Finally, you're a woman, and it's about time! "Her words were said while she embraced me as if I had just won a competition.

But I didn't return her hug for the same reason she was hugging me; instead, I was looking for comfort in the wake of my own mistake.

I heard a small voice inside my head telling me that giving up my virginity to that handsome man was not a mistake, to which I shrugged.

"Brix must be thrilled that you've given yourself to him. Have you reconciled?" She asked.

It wasn't Brix, I said quietly.

"I'm sorry?" She asked, looking confused.

"I didn't give Brix my virginity," I said.

"But you stated you'd already lost your..." Her expressive eyes widened as she realized what I meant.

"Ayesha Santinallan! What exactly did you do?!" She asked with a raised voice, which made me uncomfortable.

"I saw Brix having sex with another woman, and to forget his betrayal, I got drunk in a pub in BGC, and that's when I met the handsome man I slept with," I replied hurriedly.

"Slow down; I didn't even understand half of what you said," she remarked.

As a result, I explained what had happened to me, taking my time so as not to have to repeat myself.

As she realized what I had done while drunk, I could see her confusion turn into horror.

"Are you crazy? You know how poor your tolerance for alcohol is; why did you get so drunk?"

"Juls, I was deceived. Brix had cheated on me, and the only way I could forget about it, even for a short time, was to become wasted," I answered.

"Yesha..." Julia muttered, and just as I expected her to scold me, I felt her firm hug as if to support me.

I couldn't stop the tears from streaming from my eyes, and I told myself that this would be the last time I cried over Brix or any other man.

She just kept hugging me, and when I eventually calmed down, I pushed her gently.

"Shit! We should stop doing this; we're becoming just like those drama shows we loathed," I tried to lighten the mood by joking.

"OK, but I'm curious, how was the man who took your V-card?" She asked casually.

"Well, he was fine, and he looks sinfully handsome," I explained, trying to sound nonchalant.

When I remembered the man I slept with, I didn't notice the smile on my lips.

He was undoubtedly awake by now, and he realized I had abandoned him, and I was pretty confident he didn't mind if without saying anything.

"Is it big?" 

That jolted me out of my reverie, and when I looked at her, I noticed a mischievous grin on her face.

"Julia Montero!" I exclaimed as I glared at her.

"What?! I mean, is he a tall man?" She asked, acting all innocent.

"Well, I suppose he's around more than 6 feet tall, so he's tall," I said.

There was silence between us, after what I said.

"So, how big is his dick?" She asked, intrigued.

"JULIA!" I yelled at her once and smacked her with a pillow.

"God, how I love this girl," I thought.

-= Yesha's Point of View=-

"Damn!" While riding my bike to work, I couldn't stop cursing.

Today is Monday, and I dislike Monday because it marks the beginning of the week, which means I have to go to work, and since a lot happened over the weekend, I wanted to rest at home.

As expected, I received a scolding from my mother for not returning home and spending the night outside; if she only knew what I did, she would definitely rip me apart, therefore I would never tell her what I did last weekend.

I definitely want to skip work today, especially because I'm already feeling soreness and ache all over my body, particularly in my lady part.

I couldn't believe I had taken that monster of a shaft in me, considering he was big and I was still a virgin at the time.

It just goes to show how skillful he was in bed and with women. There is no doubt that he had a lot of experience in that area, and for some reason, I felt bitter thinking about the women he had slept with, but I quickly dismissed it.

I don't have the right to feel anything because it was only a one-night stand, so I chose to move on and forget about my experience with that remarkable man.

I continued driving to work, which was difficult given the discomfort in between my legs.

I work for Fajardo Advertising Company, which is located in the heart of Makati and is one of the largest advertising firms in the country.

I did my OJT with them, and after I graduated, they offered me a job, which I gratefully accepted.

I really liked the atmosphere and the closeness I had with my coworker, therefore I didn't hesitate to sign a contract with them, and since then I grew and learned a lot from working in this company.

I work with a variety of products, including soap, restaurants, and junk foods, among others, and I thoroughly like developing concepts for all products signed to us.

As much as I wanted to forget what happened last weekend, it wasn't easy because he made a lasting impression on me, and I even dreamed about him last night.

"Oh my goodness, Yesha. Get a hold of yourself!" I scolded myself for almost missing the red light, because of thinking about that man.

My travel from my home to Makati normally takes longer than an hour.

During this time of day, traffic is extremely congested, particularly in Makati, the Philippines' business capital and busiest city.

This is why I opted to get a motorcycle instead of a car; it was much easier for me to get around on my bike rather than the cumbersome car.

I got to work five minutes before seven a.m., and when I spotted Angie waiting for the elevator, I approached her right immediately.

"Good morning, Angie," I said.

Angie is one of my creative team colleagues; she is what you might term a "female who acts like a gay man," in that the way she acts and speaks could lead you to believe she is gay, and not a real woman.

"Good morning, Yesha. How was your weekend?" She asked in a high-pitched tone, arms akimbo.

"It was great, of course, nothing much happened. How about you?" I asked.

"Regrettably, I am such a loser. I mean, my boyfriend doesn't get me and keeps telling me to act normal, as if there's something wrong with the way I talk and act." She remarked, her perfect left brow arched.

"Later," I said when the elevator opened.

We talked till we got to our office, which is on the twelfth floor of the building.

We had barely finished talking when our manager arrived and asked for our attention, indicating that she had an announcement to make.

The creative team is made up of eight persons that oversee the concept and execution of generating a commercial for our clients.

"Everyone, pay attention. Mr. Fajardo's son had arrived from the United States and would be taking over the company from now on, therefore I want everyone to put their best foot forward," Sally announced.

Sally is our team's leader, and while she is strict at work, she is just as jolly and playful outside of the workplace as the rest of us.

"His name is Xavier Fajardo, and he is the only son of our boss, Xander Fajardo. He is 27 years old and graduated from the University of California. Before starting his own business, he studied in B.S. Management and worked as the head of the marketing department for one of the largest corporations in the United States," Sally finished by looking at each of us.

The rumor of Xander stepping down had been circulating for a month, but no one was certain until now.

"Impressive," I thought to myself when I learned of Xavier's accomplishment, but it befuddles me why he needs to take over this company when he was also running his own company abroad.

I'm bothered because we're going to have a new boss, which means I'll have to try to get along with him.

The old Fajardo is one of the kindest individuals I've ever met; he doesn't act like a boss, but as a friend to his staff, and I was hoping that his son would be the same.

Following Sally's announcement, we returned to our respective tables and began working.

We were now working on a popular soap detergent; this would be one of our largest projects in history, therefore making a mistake was out of the question.

I tried to concentrate on my work, but Angie, being the gay woman that she was, kept bugging me with questions about our new boss.

"Do you think our new boss is good-looking?" She inquired.

I just shrugged my shoulders, as if to say, "I don't care." I mean, why would I bother thinking about how our new boss looks when it has nothing to do with my job?

"You're such a mood killer, that's what you are, Yesha," she added loudly, to which I responded with another shrug of the shoulders.

"But seriously, aren't you interested in what he looks like? I mean, if Xander is still attractive at his age, I'm sure his son is as well," she spoke dreamily.

"Maybe," I answered nonchalantly.

"Perhaps he's single and seeking for a partner," she jokingly said, looking at me meaningfully.

"You know what, Angie, I think I'm going to pass; I've gone through a lot, and I don't care how good-looking or hot that man is; I will never get into a relationship, serious or fling," I said flatly.

"Yesha, you're such a downer. I wouldn't be surprised if you ended up as an old maid," she replied, sticking out her tongue at me.

I just laughed and didn't take her words seriously because I'm so used to Angie at the office and can't picture life without a flamboyant woman like her.

After she returned to her desk, I was finally able to get back to work on my task, and I noticed it was nearly midnight when I looked at the clock.

"Ok guys, let's stop in the meantime, and have our lunch," Sally announced, it seems that I was not the only one who noticed the time.

She was already tidying her table and getting ready for lunch when her phone rang, and I couldn't help but notice the panic on her face after hearing the person on the other end of the line.

Sally, who was always calm, became agitated, and it was the first time I had seen her in this state.

"I'm sorry, everyone, but we'll have to reschedule our lunch break because I just got a call from Mr. Xavier's secretary saying he's on his way here," she remarked, fanning her face with her palm.

Given the time and the fact that everyone was already hungry, a murmur of dissatisfaction could be heard in the office, but we had no choice but to wait for our new boss.

"Who the heck does Xavier think of himself?" I said to Angie, but Sally apparently heard what I said.

"Well, Ms. Santillan, Mr. Fajardo is the new CEO of this company, and he has every right to come to the office whenever he likes," she reprimanded.

"Whatever," I thought, not wanting to be scolded for the second time if Sally discovered what I was thinking at the time.

We didn't have an option but to wait for Xavier, but thirty minutes had gone and he still hadn't arrived.

I'm incredibly hungry; I didn't even eat breakfast this morning, and my stomach is already grumbling.

"Yesha, where are you going?" Sally asked as she observed me leave my position.

"I have to go to the restroom, I have to pee!" I couldn't keep the annoyance out of my voice.

I left the office without waiting for her response and went to the washroom on this floor.

I was still pissed when I went to the restroom and did my business. I'm terribly hungry, and I can't stop being grouchy when I'm hungry.

"Talk about work ethics! Employees are entitled to an hour of lunch break, and we're meant to be taking our lunch break right now, but instead, we're waiting for an inconsiderate boss!"

I even yelled at the poor janitor who was staring at me strangely because I was irritated.

She seemed terrified after being scolded by me, and she didn't even complete cleaning before leaving the restroom.

"Yesha, take it easy. You must relax because we are talking about the boss here," I was trying to calm my nerves when I said this.

I stayed in the bathroom for another five minutes before returning to the office.

When I walked in, I observed three men in black suits in Sally's office, and Sally was talking to the man who was gazing out the glass window looking at the entire Makati area.

Sally eventually saw me and signaled for me to enter her office, which I did.

"Sir, by the way. I'd also like you to meet Ayesha Santillan, one of our team's senior members," she said while dangerously staring at me.

"Good afternoon, Sir, my name is Yesha Santil..." When he finally turned around and faced me, I thought I swallowed the words that were about to come out of my mouth.

"OH MY GOODNESS! You've got to be kidding me!" When I saw our new boss, Xavier Fajardo, I exclaimed internally.

Because Xavier Fajardo is the man with whom I had sex! "Oh, my gosh! My boss and I had sex!"