-= 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!"

-=Yesha's Point of View=-

"Oh my goodness!" When I noticed Xavier's surprised expression as he stared at me, I discreetly mumbled, followed by a mischievous smile forming on his face as he stared at me meaningfully.

I didn't think I could withstand his stare, so I averted my gaze, but even when I wasn't looking, I could feel his burning gaze.

It was truly a small world; who would have guessed that I'd be meeting the guy who stole my virginity in a couple of days, and he also happened to be my new boss?

"But he's still incredibly good-looking," I thought to myself, and I couldn't stop staring at him.

When I finally looked at him, I was dumbfounded, and he didn't even try to hide the fact that he was staring at me with such hunger in his eyes.

Sally would have been horrified to see the passion in Xavier's eyes had she been able to see what I was seeing.

I know I should turn away, but I just can't bring myself to do it. As a result, I missed Xavier's outstretched hand in expecting a handshake.

"Yesha, Yesha!" I was eventually awakened from my trance when I heard Sally yell my name.

I instantly turned my attention to Sally, who appeared to be an angry banshee, and when I followed her stare, I noticed Xavier's raised hand.

As I received his handshake, I felt an electric shock that compelled me to swiftly withdraw my hand. I had tried everything to keep it from shaking but had failed horribly.

While still reeling from the sensation of our hands touching against each other, I murmured, "Wel...welcome to the company."

"Thank you, Ms. Santillan; I am happy to be here," he said, still staring at me passionately.

The implication of his words did not escape me, but I chose to ignore it.

I sighed with relief when I was finally allowed to leave Sally's office, and I didn't linger much longer before returning to my station.

I tried hard not to look at Xavier as Sally showed him around the office and next to the other department of the company, which allowed me to slip and escape to the building's rooftop.

When I got to the rooftop, I reached for a cigarette that had been in my purse for a long time, and that's when I discovered my hand was still trembling.

I hadn't smoked in a long time, and the cigarette in my purse was not mine, but Angie's.

I swore not to smoke, but this appears to be an exception.

I called Julia's number while I was still puffing on my cigarette.

"What?! Julia yelled after three rings as soon as she answered my call.

"Juls, I'm freaking out! What should I do?!" I inquired, my voice quivering.

"Huh? What happened? Did something bad happen to you?" She asked, her voice apprehensive.

"I'm alright, it's just... remember what I told you yesterday?" I asked.

"What was that?" She asked.

"About the guy with whom I had sex," I replied.

"The guy who took your virginity? What's about him?" She asked calmly, now that she realized I wasn't in any danger, but to be honest, I think this is worse.

I took a long breath before responding to her query. "He's here, the guy I slept with is here."

"What exactly do you mean he's there? Do you mean in your workplace?"

"Yes, he's my freaking boss! I had sex with my boss!" I yelled, scanning my surroundings for anyone who might have heard me, but when I realized I was the only person on the rooftop, I felt better.

I could hear Julia coughing on the other end of the line, and I was certain she would be shocked by what I had to say.

"No freaking way! Talk about a small world," she commented.

"Tell me about it, but how should I continue? I'm already panicking! After what had happened, how could I face him again?"

I could hear her heaving breathing on the other end, and I knew she was thinking about what I needed to do, and then I heard her speak again after a few minutes.

"What you should do is not panic; act naturally as if you don't know the man; show him your poker face; maybe he won't bother you if you show that what happened between you two doesn't concern you," she suggested.

"Ok, I've got it! Please wish me luck "I answered before finally hanging up, but before I did, I heard her say good luck.

"Ok, Yesha, you can do it, pretend like you don't remember him and don't care what happened between you two, nerves of steel," I finally said, gaining the courage I needed.

The combination of smoking and talking to Julia helped me de-stress.

So, I returned to the office, head held high and radiating confidence as if ready to face anything, including Xavier. However, as soon as I walked into our office, I realized that everyone had left, except for Angie, who appeared to be waiting for me.

"Where have you been? I've been waiting for you to return," she said, irritated.

"Why? Did something happen? Where are the others?" I asked simultaneously.

"Everyone had gone, Xavier had asked everyone to a late lunch, and Sally had ordered me to wait for you," she continued.

"Sorry, I was on the rooftop talking to my friend."

We decided to follow the others to the Japanese restaurant near our office, and Angie couldn't stop talking about our new boss on the elevator.

"Admit it, Xavier is extremely good-looking; he's more attractive than those famous actors," she remarked dreamily.

In response to her statement, I simply nodded my head. I let her talk while we waited for the lift to reach the ground floor.

I kept silent until we arrived at the mall, where the Japanese restaurant was located.

They were already eating when we came, and I noticed Xavier sitting on the farthest of the table seated alongside Sally, but there was no one sitting on his other side.

Angie decided to walk towards the empty seat when she noticed it, but she was quickly halted by Sally.

"Why don't you take this seat, Yesha, and Angie take the seat next to Bob?" Sally suggested, bursting Angie's bubble.

Angie's expression is clearly disappointed as she did what Sally instructed, and the way she stares at me is full of envy; if only she knew I would trade my seat for her any time of day.

I had no choice but to seat next to Xavier, and just being near him makes me uncomfortable.

I thought I was prepared to face him again, but I was mistaken, and all the confidence I had earlier vanished in an instant.

I couldn't get into the food I was eating since it felt bland to me for some reason.

"Actually, Mr. Fajardo, Yesha here is our best employee; she came up with the majority of the concepts that our clients chose," Sally proudly declared.

"Really? I'm impressed, but please call me Xavier. I'm not that old," with his toothpaste commercial smile, he added.

"Sure thing, Xavier," she said, and when she observed that Xavier's sake glass was empty, she instantly grabbed up the sake bottle, but it was also empty, so she gestured for me to pour Xavier's sake because mine had remained untouched.

I tried to stay calm, but my trembling hands caused me to spill the wine in Xavier's pants.

"What did you do?!" Sally hissed at me.

She was about to wipe the wine off his jeans when she realized she shouldn't.

"That's fine, I'll just go to the bathroom, excuse me," Xavier replied before heading to the restroom.

"Pull yourself together, Yesha, you appear to be out of focus today," Sally chided.

Xavier returned to the table a few minutes later and resumed his meal as if nothing had happened.

I felt like this was the longest lunch I'd ever been to, not because we were eating too slowly, but because Xavier's presence was causing my mind to go bananas.

I almost let out a sigh of relief as lunch came to an end, so I stood up and went out of the restaurant, disregarding Sally's call.

I was the first one to arrive at the office, and by the time the others returned from lunch, I was already busy working.

I took a look around and noted that Xavier was not with Sally when she returned, implying that he had probably already left, or so I thought.

Xavier reappeared in our office thirty minutes before the end of our shift, and as if he could sense that I was staring, he turned to face me.

I ignored his stare and seemed to be engaged with my work; I noticed it in the corner of my eyes as he entered Sally's office.

I grabbed my bag and left as soon as the clock struck 5 p.m., without even saying goodbye to my colleagues.

I was nearly sprinting as if demons were chasing after me, and the only time I caught my breath was when I arrived at the parking lot where my motorcycle was parked.

I was relieved to be free of Xavier's clutches, so I was startled when I heard a voice behind me, causing me to drop my keys.

"Hello Yesha, going home already?" He said in his stern voice.

"Mr. Fajardo, sir," I said after picking up my keys, putting on my poker face as Julia had instructed.

"Mr. Fajardo? Interesting, is that how you refer to someone you've had sex with?" He inquired, unconcerned about whether or not anyone heard him.

"Don't say that or someone might hear you, and just so you know, what happened between us was only a one-time affair that will never happen again," I snarled.

"You seem to be confident about it, but we'll see," he remarked, the way he looked at me it was as if he was challenging me.

I chose to ignore what he said and continued riding my bike, but even though I was already going, he remained in the same spot, staring at me as I rode away.

"Shit!"