Prince's Downfall

3. Paul Shalem

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Paul Shalem

Hell!

I can’t imagine myself carrying bags like these. I have pink ‘My Little Pony’ trolley and a blue ‘Superman’ trolley. f**k! Zayn ang Paige are just preschoolers and not high school students of Harvard. Bakit naman ang laki ng bag ng mga batang ito at may gulong pa? They’re quite heavy and I have to endure this just to pay my mess.

Stupid fucker! I cursed myself.

Tatanga-tanga kasi ako. Nakita ko tuloy kanina sa mukha ni Nissy ang saya nang makita akong hindi magkandaugaga sa mga bitbit ko.

I also have nanny bag, lunch boxes, spare shirts, and spare undies.

Lintik na. Kapag tumae ang dalawang iyon ay paano ang gagawin ko? They don’t know how to wash their butt holes. Si Nissy ang naglilinis ng pwet ng kambal kapag nagbabanyo.

I mentally prayed. I hope they’ll not poop today. Sana bukas na lang sila tumae o kaya sa makalawa kapag hindi na ako ang yaya nila.

“Careful, careful.” I reminded Zayn when he hopped out of my gray Zenvo TS1 GT.

I noticed that all eyes are on my car or maybe on me. Pinaghirapan kong makuha ang kotse ko dahil limited lang ang sasakyan na ito. I chose the best car that suits my personality and this was the one which captured my heart.

“Papa, help me please. I want you to terry me.” Tumalon-talon si Paige sa upuan kaya halos mapakamot ako sa ulo.

Mapapanot yata ako. I salute Zed for being the best Dad to these kids. Paano niya kaya ito nagagawa?

Hindi ako makakilos. Paano ko ba kakargahin ang prinsesa ko? May trolley bags akong nakasabit sa mga balikat and I have Donatella’s bag, too.

Damn it!

I’m too gorgeous for this! I drive a 1.8M Dollar car, I wore branded clothes and has diamond piercing on my nose, I’m tall, has nice body built, has bulging manhood but f**k! I am sweating at this early. Pinagpapawisan ako dahil sa trabaho ko ngayon.

“Come on.” Pilit kong sabi saka ko kinarga si Paige.

Zayn is just looking at us and looked at his bag.

“Papa, I can carry my bad. I’ll push it.” He said, maybe felt a little compassion for his handsome ‘Papa’.

“No, no.” gatla ang pawis ko sa noo pero hindi ko siya papagtutulakin ng trolley. He’s still small for his bag.

Papagalitan ko ang teacher nila dahil bakit ang lalaki ng mga bags nila. Pwede naman na isang notebook lang ang dala. Ako nga noon sign pen lang at sigarilyo ang nasa bulsa pero Suma c*m laude ako—suma c*m laude sa katarantaduhan.

“Papa can handle these things. Go on, walk buddy.” Utos ko kay Zayn saka ko inginuso ang hallway.

“Papa, why is everybody looting at you, too?” hinimas ni Paige ang panga ko at pinunas ang pawis ko sa sentido.

“They also loot at Daddy when he’s the one fetthing us.”

I chuckled. “We’re twins, right? We have the same faces and built. We are truly the same. They find us appealing and sexy.” I told her, not minding how stupid I look with all these things dangling around me.

I look like a damn Christmas tree.

“But Daddy has no piercin’.” Zayn looked at my nose.

“He has, on his ear.”

“That’s trazy. Tuya Zeyn, ten we do pierting, too? I’ll do on my ear and you do on your nose, lite Papa.” Ani Paige at tumango naman ang isa kaya natawa ako habang naglalakad sa pasilyo.

May nakasalubong kaming isang lalaki. Nakatingin ito sa akin na para akong isang hiwa ng matamis na cake.

The man is wearing a uniform and I know that he’s a teacher.

“Good morning, teather Joy/Dood mornin’ teacher Joy.” The kids both greeted.

“Morning cuties! Paige, nahihirapan si Daddy. Get down, baby and do some exercise like teacher Joy. Walk, baby.” Sabi ng lalaki pero boses babae kaya alam ko na kung ano ito. Isa itong bakla. “Good morning, Mister Grande.” He greeted and I nodded.

“I want to etertise, Papa. Put me down.”

Fine.

Ibinaba ko si Paige pero laking inis ko nang magkadahulog din ang mga bag na nakasukbit sa balikat ko.

“Susko, Mister Grande. Kaya niyo pa ho?” the teacher helped me and I fixed myself.

“I can manage. Where is section Heaven?” I asked him instead when the twins ran away, giggling.

Nakahabol ako ng tingin dahil baka madapa ang dalawa, talagang patay ako kay Nina Scarlet.

“Si Mister Grande naman, palabiro. Alam niyo na ho kasi naghahatid naman kayo di po ba?”  nakangising sabi niya pero umiling ako.

“I’m just their Uncle. I’m the twin brother of their father.” Pakilala ko sa sarili ko pero nalukot ang noo ko nang matutop niya ang mga pisngi.

“T-Talaga ho? Dalawa pala ang nagmamay-ari ng mukha na ‘yan? Grabe, walang ipinagkaiba, hikaw lang. Ako ho si Joy Ferrer.” He presented his hand and I accepted it.

“Paul Shalem. The father is actually Prinz Melchizedek.” I formally replied but stretched my neck when the kids went out of sight.

“f**k!” mura ko kaya halos manlaki ang mga mata ng kaharap ko.

He pulled out his hand and just awkwardly smiled. “Sige na ho at baka makawala ang mga batuta.” Aniya kaya mabilis akong naglakad.

“Liko ka lang ho riyan, tapos kanan, tapos kaliwa, you’ll see section Heaven, next to Universe!” Joy yelled at me and I nodded without looking back.

I doubled my pace but when I reached the end of the hallway, no Paige and Zayn again.

Damn!

Naipinid ko ang labi ko sa pagkainip. It’s been just an hour since I started this career but seems like I was already working for a day! Nakakapagod palang sumunod sa mga bata—nakakatanda!

But Nissy is still pretty and young looking. Oh, perhaps she enjoys this kind of stuff. Ako, hindi ko kaya kapag mauulit pa ito. Baka mamatay ako nang maaga. Babawi pa ako kay Fatimah at babawiin ko pa siya.

Binabaan niya ako ng tawag kanina. I wanted to see her and f**k her but the giggle she had turned into madness when I said I don’t want another man touching her even her husband!

Nagalit siya sa akin at sininghalan ako sa telepono. Tantanan ko na raw siya pero hindi ako papayag na basta ganoon na lang.

She knows the story how my supposed to be wife fell in love with my twin. Nasaan ang kunsensya niya na ulitin sa akin ang bagay na kamuntik magpabagsak sa isang Paul Shalem Grande?

Fatimah has no right to hurt me and I will seize revenge and that will lead her back to me.

Nagbungguan ang mga kilay ko dahil nag-uumapaw ang inis sa dibdib ko, yet I still walked curtly but then remembered that I must turn right.

Bigla na lang akong pumihit at lumiko pero laking gulat ko nang may bumangga sa aking unano.

“s**t!”  I cursed.

“Ouchy!” a woman squeals so softly.

Hindi ako nakagalaw dahil natumba siya sa hallway at lintik dahil nakapalda ang babae.

“f**k! Damn! s**t! f**k! f**k!” I don’t know what to do. I’m full of stuffs to help her but my eyes were on her inner thighs.

Ganoon na ba ako katigas para bumaliktad siya? Well, she seems small and not fat.

I looked at her legs instead of helping her get up. Whew! Nice pair of legs. Sapo niya ang noo at mariin na nakapikit, sapo rin ang balakang gamit ang isang kamay.

“My goodness. Isusumbong kita sa Daddy ko.” Ngiwi niya at pilit ko naman na sinilip ang mukha ng bata.

Is she a preschooler, too? No. Ang laki na niya para sa apat na tauning bata. Matatas na siyang magsalita hindi tulad nina Zayn at Paige.

“You’re not looking at your steps.” Sisi ko pa sa kanya at biglaan ang pagtaas niya ng mukha dahil yata hindi iyon ang inaasahan niyang makukuha galing sa akin.

I was halted and she was, too when our eyes met. Biglang parang lumambot ang mukha niyang masungit matapos na mapakunot noo at pakatitigan ako.

“Damn…” usal ko na halos ako lang ang makarinig.

I looked at her, too. She seems familiar but surely I’ve never bedded this teenager yet. Hindi ko siya sa kama nakilala o baka may kamukha siyang naging babae ko.

She has beautiful face. She’s…cute. She merely looks like Asian. She’s…napatingin ako ulit sa legs niya at naisara niya ang mga iyon kaagad, kaya napangisi ako bago ko ibalik ang mga mata ko sa mukha niya.

She chinned up and stood up. “How gentleman.” Inis na litanya niya at parang may British accent siya.

She’s annoyed but her eyes aren’t. They’re actually warm and welcoming. She looks kind.

But be careful for looks can always be delusive.

I just sighed and smiled.

Kumurap siya bigla sa gesture kong iyon kaya gusto kong mailing.

Crush niya ako. I can’t be wrong. I’ve met plenty of ladies in my life and bedded almost all of them.

Ganoon ang mga babae kapag natitipuhan ako. When I stare and a woman almost giddy and blinks, she’s affected then.

“I’m sorry. I have plenty of luggage and I must say I really couldn’t help you get up.”

“I helped myself up.” Taas noo niyang sagot na parang gusto niya akong pantayan pero hanggang leeg ko lang yata siya, take note naka high heels pa.

But she’s really lovely and has a very sweet face. She actually reminds me of Nissy. Parang hindi maglalayo ang edad nilang dalawa. Naalala ko tuloy kung gaano kataklesa ang babae na ‘yon pero simula at sapul ay mahal na mahal na ng kakambal kong sira ulo.

“Good girl.” I broadened my grin but she surveyed me.

Hindi iyon tipikal ng pagsusuri na may kasamang pagnanasa. Iba ang dating sa akin ng titig niya. She seems analyzing me. Her gaze is familiarizing my whole built, my face. Her eyes show no lust, just pure innocence.

Maybe she’s also a teacher. Parang uniporme rin ang suot niya, nasobrahan nga lang sa ikli.

Napatingin naman ako sa dibdib niya dahil medyo mababa rin ang ukab.

She’s got no cleavage but surely she has round mounds. I could see the outline of her boobs beneath the white fabric.

Bigla ang pagtakip niya sa dibdib kaya tumaas ang gilid ng labi ko. Napakurap na naman siya.

“Your eyes are naughty mister. Don’t you know the word, demureness?” she sassed.

“Oh I know, Mrs. Sassy.” I said and she furrowed. “Demureness means modest and not provocative…but sorry, honey…I’m not demure.” Tahasang sabi ko na may kasunod na ngiti kaya halos mamula ang mukha niya at lalong nangunot ang noo.

Paraan ko na rin ‘yon para malaman kung dalaga pa siya.

“I don’t even wonder why, mister. At hindi po ako Misis.” Hinagod niya ako ng mapang-uyam na tingin saka siya mataray na humakbang pero sa dami ng bitbit kong bag at mukha akong tanga, nagawa ko pang hawakan ang braso niya.

God, she’s soft. Parang mababali ang braso niya kahit maagan naman ang kamay ko.

“Hey!” she raised her tone but I leaned in to reach her ear.

“I’m not demure and I find you attractive yet you’re too young for my taste.” I muttered and my voice was husky.

It’s always husky when my d**k finds a girl inviting.

“And you’re too old for my taste. Ilang taon ka na ba? I don’t want to be rude but I can’t help myself.” She mocked and I was taken aback.

What?

No one ever said that to me.

“My arm, mister not so Demure, spare it. You’re inside my building and I could kick your ass.”

I chuckled with her remorse.

Brave young girl. I like that style, hard to get.

“So, you own this?” I scanned the entire hallway and spared her little arm.

Tumingin ako ulit sa dibdib niya pero hindi maalis ang mga mata niya sa mukha ko. Her sassiness can’t hide that attraction her eyes scream.

“I own this. How about you? Mukha ho kayong Christmas tree at sobrang aga niyo para sa pasko.” She made a sign of the cross.

Parang nagsisisi siya na masungit siya sa isang poging kagaya ko.

“Well, it’s October and Christmas is really coming. Mas mabuti na ang maagap kaysa sa February na ako maging Christmas tree, Miss Sassy.” I grinned. “What’s the name, honey?”

Kumurap siya at hindi kaagad sumagot. Parang pati pangalan niya ipagdadamot niya pa sa akin at laking dismaya ko na inirapan niya ako at lumayas siya na ganoon na lang.

Damn it!

A woman just turned her back on me?! What a beautiful day! Una, si Fatimah binabaan ako ng telepono, ang isa naman ito naturingan teacher ay tinalikuran ang kagwapuhan ko.

I think I better find a mirror and check if I’m still wearing the same face, the face that makes every woman freak out not just in bed.

“I’m Shalem! Sorry for the trouble, Miss Sassy.” I yelled like an idiot but she never looked back.

Fuck her butt!

She’s walking stubbornly like a vixen yet she’s too sexy to resist.

But as I’ve said, she’s too young for my taste so—never mind!