Sweet Downfall (5 page)

This was a joke. A sick joke. Of all the people that Jaq had to encounter, it had to be Manolo Yulo’s daughter? The Yulos belonged in the elite society of Manila while her son was an ordinary person. Granted he was a rising celebrity in his own right but the elite couldn’t be bothered by celebrities. Too beneath them. Except probably that one time when a man from the elite actually bothered with a small town girl who wanted to be a celebrity.

But that was a fluke. It didn’t happen in the real world among people in their right minds, especially not to those people who had names that didn’t need building up because they were born with blue blood and silver spoons in their mouths.

Nothing had changed. Manolo Yulo still hated her. And she was sure, he hated anything or anybody connected to her.

Between her shock and panicking mind, she grappled on how to deal with the situation. She was on the other side of the globe and the authorities were hunting down her son right this very minute. Jaq could get hurt in the man hunt or even get killed in a shoot-out. What could she possibly do to prevent that? If Manolo found Jaq, God only knew what he might do to her son.

For so long, she was able to evade Manolo’s wrath. But now, she had to face it.

Manolo was going mad.
It was all he could do not to thrash the whole room to vent out the storm whose very eye was inside of him. It was difficult to breathe with this suffocating fear doing a bloody concerto with all the pent up hate and bitterness he’d bottled up inside for years.

It was past midnight. The police were still out scouring the entire metropolis for Angelina. Senator Marcus Benedicto, his long-time friend and business ally provided him enough firepower at his disposal.

He couldn’t sleep until they’d found his daughter and that bastard Montero.

His men had interrogated the staff of the restaurant where Angie was last seen with Jordan and they all confirmed Jaq’s identity as the man his daughter was last spotted exiting the restaurant’s back door with.

He should have seen it coming! He knew when he first met Jaq that he would cause him trouble. He saw how his daughter was taken with Montero but he’d presumed that Angelina would be too scared to go against his wishes. She had always been very obedient. But he had underestimated his daughter’s feelings towards that punk.

“Dad, there’s a development. I think we have a loc now. They're searching the area.”

He merely nodded at Rad. For the first time that night, he felt a fraction better. They would find Montero. If he had to use all his influence in the government to hunt that damn boy down, he would.

As for his eldest daughter…

He didn’t know what he would to with her when he saw her again. Angelina’s betrayal was like a death blow to him. Unfortunately, he survived the blow and he would now stare at her everyday, a remembrance that two Monteros did him a huge number.

He didn’t know if he could forgive her after what she did. Angelina chose the son of Debra over him, her own father?! It was a very, very bitter pill to swallow.

“Rad,” he called out to his son just as Rad turned around to leave.

“Yes, Dad?”

“Make sure this is totally out of the media’s radar. Complete media black-out, you hear? Most importantly, the Lavegas must be kept in the dark at all costs. I don’t want this matter to jeopardize our plans for expansion in any way. You got that?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“Morning, angel.”

Angie smiled at the sound of that voice. Jaq was sitting on a chair beside the bed, his camera focused on her, as usual. She covered her face.

“Oh my God, how could you! I haven’t washed my face yet!”

He grinned. “You’re always beautiful, asleep, awake, angry, horny…” He winked at her.

She threw a pillow at him.

He chuckled and put the camera on top of a cabinet, focusing the lens on the bed.

Then he jumped on the bed, crawling under the covers with her.

“I can’t believe you’re filming us!”

He groped her under the blanket. “Fun, huh?”

“It’s so kinky!”

He raised his brows. “And what kinky stuff have you seen?”

She slapped his chest playfully, her cheeks heating up. “You’re a bad boy!”

“That, I am.”

He adjusted their position and moments later, they were making love. Jaq had been nothing but a gentle, generous and passionate lover last night. He had taken care in preparing her body that she only felt tolerable pain when he finally took her virginity.

“Are you feeling sore today?”

She blushed even more. “A bit.”

“Can I kiss it to make it better?”

“Jaq!”

He chuckled and his head disappeared under the blanket. She shrieked and giggled as he glided his lips down her body, lingering on her breasts, her belly and finally settling between her legs. Her squeals turned to breathless pants and moans as he stroked her cleft with gentle expertise. She was familiar with the build-up of pleasure now. Jaq had taught her what to expect next. She knew he would bring her to a height of ecstasy that will make her forget everything.

He set the comforter aside, revealing their naked bodies. He was already fully aroused, his thing looking menacing in broad daylight. She stared, fascinated yet again.

“Touch me,” he commanded softly.

Both her hands wrapped around him to cover his entire length. Goodness, she wondered how they ever fit last night! It seemed impossible to take him inside her now. Can she handle him again?

“You look worried.”

She met his eyes. He was grinning at her like the wicked devil.

Her cheeks flamed, not yet used to casual bedroom talk but she was enjoying her new-found sensuality. She was able to handle him last night. She surely can again. “Uhm…how big is this?”

“Ladies don’t ask such questions, Mrs. Montero.”

“But I’m no longer a goody-two-shoes. You already took care of that,” she replied teasingly.

“Might frighten you if I told you.”

Immensely enjoying their morning banter, she measured him with her hands and her eyes widened. “Oh my gosh, do I have small hands or you’re just Superman?”

He chuckled. “Just for you, baby.”

She stared at him, her fingers gliding along his impressive length. “Really? No more others touching you like this?”

He groaned. “Yes. No more but you. Just you.”

She gave him a sexy smile. “Make love to me, my husband.”

“Gladly, my wife.”

He petted her like he owned her body, knowing which spot to lick, rub and suck, giving it just the perfect amount of pressure and speed.

She was a flowing river of fire in just a few minutes, every fiber of her flesh clamoring for the release she knew he could give her.

He kissed her lips as he slowly entered her.

She was wrong. She could take him. Despite a slight pain, she took him all the way in. And whereas his lips, tongue and fingers felt incredible, the feel of his manhood sliding hot and hard to her core, filling her so deeply, was even better. Unbelievably better.

He moved in and out of her slowly, leaving a trail of scorching fire with his every thrust. Soon, they were clinging to each other as he took her harder, further into a place she was familiar with now. The ultimate peak of sensations.

He grabbed her legs and folded them toward her torso. He went deeper into her.

Their lips fused, their breaths mingled, their hearts beat as one.

The exquisite pressure burst, washing over her in wave after delicious wave of mind-shattering bliss.

As she was swimming in it, she opened her eyes, wanting to look at him when he reached his own peak. He was a sight to behold in the throes of passion, his face etched with harsh lines of pleasure, his pupils dilated. He was staring at her, too.

“Oh baby…God, you feel so damn good! Angie, sweetheart…you’re mine…mine! Mine!”

He threw his head back and shuddered in his own release. So beautiful and wild!

Her Jaq.

She felt one with him, joined with him for eternity.

“It’s done!”

Angie glanced at her ‘husband’. She was cooking lunch for them. “What?”

“Our movie.”

Her eyes brightened. Jaq had been working on their movie for weeks now, recording their every secret meeting. She saw him bring out some electronic gadgets from his SUV earlier. He got busy with his tech stuff and she got busy in the kitchen.

“Really? Can I see it?”

Jaq wrapped his arms around her and kissed her lips tenderly. “After lunch. I’m starving.”

“I didn’t think you’d ever ask for food.”

He laughed. “Yeah. Been eating another very tasty meal all night and half the day but now I want something for my stomach. Then I’ll go back to my new favorite food. I’ll never get tired eating it.” His hand crept to the juncture of her thighs.

She slapped his hand away. Jaq’s candid, mischievous ways took some getting used to. “Don’t even think about it. It’s already sore!” It was true. She’d been walking with a bit of discomfort since they left the bedroom.

He was instantly worried. “I’m sorry. Are you okay?”

“Just sore, that’s all.”

He kissed her forehead. “I’ll kiss it better later. I’ll be so gentle.”

“That’s already gluttony, mister!”

“My favorite deadly sin, then.”

“Sit. Lunch is almost ready.”

He obeyed her like a boy scout. “Yes, ma’am.”

The rest house caretakers
Dario and Thelma came over to give them fresh fish and vegetables from the town market. Thelma offered to cook for them but Angie insisted to do it herself. She wanted her boyfriend to taste her cooking.

She filled a bowl with her recipe and laid it on the table. Jaq leaned forward and sniffed the steaming dish. “Hmm, smells good! What is it?”

In truth, she was not really confident with her cooking yet, but she will learn how to be a good cook for Jaq. “Uhm, just steamed fish with sauce that I mixed from the stuff I found in the pantry.”

“Looks good to me. I’ll eat anything you cook for me.”

Minutes later, she was anxiously waiting for his comment and he was taking his time, just looking at her, chewing his food.

She kicked his shin under the table. “What?”

He chuckled, shrugged and continued eating.

“What? Tell me!”

“Not bad.”

She sighed glumly. “It is bad.”

He winked at her. “Not bad for a wifey.”

“Really?”

He filled his plate again.

“You’re gonna make me fat. I won’t fit in my leather pants no more. I’m gonna lose all my groupies. But I won’t mind.”

She laughed. These moments were so precious she wished the day will never end.

“Angie?”

“Hmm?”

“The day after you graduate, I will marry you,” he said, his face serious.

She lifted her hand to show him the ring he gave her. “In my heart, we’re already married.”

Later, they lay in bed and watched
their love story on a TV screen.

Angie didn’t know how her talented boyfriend did it but it was indeed a mini-movie. Even as Jaq had protested before, he used Always, the song she had chosen to be their theme song as the musical background at the end part.

It was strange watching her face dominate the screen, her uninhibited laughter mostly providing the most distinct sounds. But she loved what she saw of herself there. It was like meeting a different person, a happy, free-spirited person, not her timid, often insecure self. She didn’t know she could look so beautiful, too! Jaq had edited their lovemaking scene, showing them passionately locked in each other’s arms without capturing any of their most private parts. Well, the camera had caught his sexy bum numerous times but it titillated her more than it scandalized her. Jaq had a very fine body and watching him naked on screen, so expressive and full of life made her warm all over.

She felt so beautiful in the mini-movie. So desired. So cherished. So loved.

“What do you think?” he asked her after they were done watching.

“I think…uhm…”

“What?”

“You’re an exhibitionist.”

He guffawed. “And I think…” he countered, grinning naughtily.

She frowned. “What?”

“You’re a voyeur. That turned you on.”

She blushed and giggled.

She kissed him, loving him even more. “Thank you, honey. It’s beautiful. I love it. I love you.”

Jaq stared at her, turning serious. “Angie?”

“Yes?”

He sighed deeply. “I’m sorry…but I think...I have to...I need to bring you back to your family.”

Her heart sank.

She couldn’t respond for awhile. Just when she had decided to turn her back on her family to be with him, he would change his mind like this? “But…why?!”