THE SWEET COUPLE

"Alright, Grace. Don't hesitate to call me if anything comes up," I say to Grace as I grab my phone from my desk.




"Okay. I Will be waiting for the gossip behind this sparkle that is blotted on your face, dear bestie," She retorts.

How can I not be glowing? How can I shade this glow of love emanating from the inside? I am in love, and I love back. That comes off like too much robust bang for me to cloak. I feel like I am walking in an alley of shining stars. Love is indeed a beautiful thing.


"Whatever. See ya," I wiggle my jolly-burning self and catwalk out of her vision before she goes raucous with interrogations.

I evacuate the cloggy coffee shop and trudge outside to the black Lamborghini awaiting me and get in. "We can go now," I nervously giggle after putting on my safety belt and settling on the seat.


My face has assumed a different color since his declaration. I am glowing red all over my face. The sound of love has never boomed with so much power and euphoria. I know I am acting like a sweet sixteen, but what can I do? It was such a surprise to hear him confess that he loves me. I have not yet recovered from that and I don't think I will recover any time soon. Neither do I want to cloak this. I want the whole world to know that he loves me.

"Everything okay? Will she be able to manage?" Damian asks, reaching out for my hand and hugging it tight in his.

I feel the familiar sense of adrenaline chilling my spine. It's a simple touch, just a skin brush, yet it arouses me this much.

"Yeah. She can. I trust her," I respond, squeezing his hand back.

He should be in his office, but he insisted on driving me here first to check on my shop before proceeding to wherever he is taking me. I don't know where to go, but I am so eager and thrilled to find out.

"Okay. Let's go then," he says while igniting the engine, and he presses on the accelerator.

He doesn't let go of my hand. Contrary, he kisses it and slopes it on his thigh, his on top of it. Another tickling gesture. As we maneuver through the arduously busy boulevards of the now-ordinary streets to me, I can't help but extort glances at him.

It is amusing how it takes forever to locate true love. You kiss a lot of dogs along the way and sometimes screw as much. At least I only kissed and fucked one. You go through heartbreaks and almost forfeit your sanity over some dog who wasn't simply meant for you. The hell I underwent. I know the heartaches that come in massive streams. But that is until you collide with the right one for you. Everything melts down in a blink. The agonies wither mysteriously fast, and something strong builds in you, dominating every other feeling or sense. Before you know it, you are head over heels again. All the pain is gone. All pain is forgotten. And you want nothing but to bask in the glee of your new-found love.

The way of loving does vary too—extremely!

I loved Leo, or so I thought, for three good years. I saw and felt my chances of being happy close so rapidly when he betrayed me. But it's funny how Damian, this beautiful stranger who doesn't feel like a real stranger at all, has managed to alleviate that heartbreak and erase the pain from my heart in just three months and without much ado. He didn't even need to do anything. It was just a matter of meeting him and being close to him, and just like trash, Leo was now dumped and dusted in the can of trash.

I want this phase with Damian not to be just a rampage. I want our love to glow and grow until forever. I feel that I have found Mr. Right. My one true love. My knight in shining armor. My sole. The one meant for me was fated to me. And I want him to be all that and more! This one, him, I am never letting go. I will fight all the b*tches in the world for him. He is mine. You are all mine, Damian Almeda! I have marked you, and I am never letting you off the hook, come what may!

"Somebody can't keep their eyes off me, huh?" His voice startles me, snapping me back from wonderland. "Am I too hot, or do I have something on my face?" He asks, and I leap as his hand pinches my thigh.

Oh, my! I might have been too engrossed in thoughts to notice when his hand left mine. I sheepishly yank it away, and he retreats it on top of mine, still on his thigh.

"You are an incredibly hot, naughty flirt. All that combined together makes you a compelling and alluring charm. But I can handle that," I defend myself, a white lie because I can't control my feelings around him.

"Mmh, are you sure you can handle me?" He mumbles with his eyes on the road, one hand on the steering, while the other, well, being naughty again, rides my dress up suggestively. And when he nips his lip like that, darn!

Gosh!

"You want to finger me right now?"

Shit! That just rolled out as his middle finger brushed my clitoral area. This jerk side of him is turning me into a bitch.

"Can you handle two machines?" I challenge again, and he smirks.

"You know I can, babe. You won't challenge me?"

"Yeah!" Huh, What? I didn't just say, did I? It's too risky. "Hey! What the heck are you doing? Ooh!"

As I grumble, I am slumping into the seat as he pulls one of my pants to the other side, his finger sliding in. Jeez! That was so swift! He takes his eyes off the road to smirk at me as my legs clench to his hand between them.