A Night With My Ex

Chapter 2

Warning: Adult content! Scenes may not be suitable for younger readers. Read at your own risk.

---Four Years Ago---

I placed down the freshly cooked scrambled eggs on our plastic circular table. My father is now wearing a respectable blue polo uniform, dark blue slacks, and a black belt. He put down his head cap on the table and playfully messed mt hair.

"Eat now. You're going to be late for school." He said and motioned me to the seat. 

My mother, wearing an old house floral dress, brought a tray of three cups of coffee and one hot chocolate to the table. She stirred the hot drinks one more time to assure that the powders are dissolved well.

"Kristine, get down here and have your breakfast. You're gonna be late!" Mama shouted to my nine-year-old sister who is still sleeping peacefully on the second floor of our old and mostly wooden, yet neat two-story house. When she noticed that Kristine isn't up yet, she went to her room.

"I will be buying you a cake later. Make sure to go home early after school, okay?" Papa said before biting the egg sandwich that he made for himself.

"It's okay dad. I'm already happy that I spent my birthday with a complete family. There's nothing I want more than it!" I answered enthusiastically even deep inside, I was jealous of how girls my age celebrated their debut. 

Last week is my 18th birthday. My parents have no enough budget to throw her an elegant birthday party so they decided to cook spaghetti and bought a box of pizza from a not-so-famous brand to celebrate my day. I was happy and contended. However, I can't deny that at the back of my mind, I am also dreaming of having an 18th birthday party that most teenage girls want.

My dad is a policeman with the lowest rank, while my mother is a housewife. Papa's salary is only enough for me and my sister's school fees and monthly bills. Mama sometimes offers to do laundry just so we can pay for our debts and finances. 

"Mom, I'm still sleepy!" My sister ranted while my mom is forcing her to get into the table with us.

My cute little sister welcomed us with her cute sleepy eyes and her short hair left uncombed. Papa chuckled when she slammed down her heavy and sleepy head on our plastic table. 

"What time did you sleep last night, my dear?" Papa asked. He messed Kristine's hair and gave him a long forehead kiss. The sleepy Kristine didn't answer instead, she closed her eyes, attempting to get back to sleep.

Mama sat down on their four-seater circular table and dragged the hot choco in front of Kristine-- enough for her to smell it. Suddenly, Kristine dolled eyes went open. 

"Hot chocolate!" she yelled and excitedly pulled her cup of chocolate milk closer.

I smirked at her reaction. I knew that it's her favorite.

"Did you play another mobile game last night?" I said in an accusing tone. My eyes twitch a bit while watching her expression.

"N-no! O-of course, n-not!" Her face went pale. Even with her skin as white as snow, her paleness is still evident. All of us are fair skin except for my father who is tanned-- probably because of fieldwork. 

My eyes formed in a hawk-eye one. "Liar!" I accused. I badly want to smile when I saw the nervousness on my sister but I stopped myself. A great way to start the day is to annoy your sister!

Instead of arguing with me, Kristine just rolled her eyes. She knows that even when she lies, she will get caught. She can easily lie to our parents because she knows they're gonna let her go, but not to me. I'm not as soft as our parents and I am not easily swayed by her puppy eyes look. 

"Yeah, I did. So?" she raised her eyebrow. At a young age, she may sound like a brat but the truth is, she isn't. She knows that I am just annoying her so it was just her defensive act.

"I told you to limit your phone usage, right?" Mom scolded. I stick out my tongue to annoy her more.

My sister is a very smart kid. We both got a scholarship to the same prestigious school. It is an elite school that is why they are required to use a phone in class. Their books and exams can be accessed with a gadget. Papa has no choice but to buy her one since it is not covered by her scholarship. 

I am already in my last year of high school. Next year, I am hoping to enter a university. I will tell papa and mama that I will be working part-time so I can help with my college fees. I am a consistent dean's lister. I know I will be given a scholarship when I entered college. However, miscellaneous fees, as well as my allowance, will not be covered by it. I don't want my parents to be stress about it so I'll take the initiative to help.

Kristine pouted her lips and glued her eyes on the chocolate milk in front of her. She silently continued eating when the topic was diverted to me.

"Kiya..." my mother softly called. I was a bit stunned when I turn my head to face her. Even in her 40s, she's still a beauty. Her hair is in a messy bun. Beads of sweat are also forming on her forehead. Our house isn't air-conditioned. If you live in a tropical country such as the Philippines, you'll understand why AC is a necessity. 

Even with a haggard look, she's still astonishing as always. When I was still young, I always admire her beauty. I remember the time when my papa was upset because even when they are already married, mama has still a lot of suitors.

I turn back my gaze on my food. I tilted my head to listen to her while adding a teaspoon of sugar to my coffee. 

"We will be celebrating your birthday later. Go home early, okay?" the softness of her voice makes me forget the jealousy that crept in me whenever I remember how girls my age celebrated their birthdays.

I stopped stirring my coffee and faced both of my parents. "Mama, I already told papa that I won't be celebrating my birthday for the second time. Last week's celebration is enough for me," I smiled, reassuring them. 

I know they want to give me a birthday party like most girls do during their debut. And just like most of the girls, I want it too. I know papa is aware of it since he once caught me searching about the cheapest debut gown that can be rented on the internet. I don't know what gotten into me that time. Maybe even with our financially struggling situation, I am still wishing that maybe my parents have a little extra to celebrate my day.

"Or maybe you don't want to celebrate with us because you will be celebrating your day with someone?" The suspicion raised in my father's voice. I sighed. Before I can even answer, a loud and double beep from a car outside of our house was heard.

I raised my head to look at the reaction of my parents. My mom smiled at me while dad showed his disapproval. Nothing changed. My mom always supports what I want while my dad is overprotective of me. 

I stand from my seat. I went to my sister who is drinking her milk and kissed her hair. I also kissed mama and papa's cheek. I hurriedly went to our jealousy glass window and pushed it down. In between of the glasses, I saw Ace, leaning on the driver's door of his white range rover. In his faded jeans and a plain black shirt, he smirked at me. 

I tried to hide my smile but his presence outside of our house brings too much excitement to me. I bit my lips inwardly before turning back to my parents. Even I hid my smile, papa's glare bore into me. 

"Go home early," he firmly said when he saw me quickly fixed my things. 

I went to our small sink and brushed my teeth. I gradually rinse my mouth and moved a half-step away from the sink so my uniform won't get wet. I dried my mouth with a facial tissue before answering my dad and smiling back at my mom.

"I will," I answered as I hook my bag on my right shoulder and wave goodbye to them.

"Sorry if it took me long."

In the midst of my greeting, Ace kissed my cheek. As I glance at my reflection on the window of his car, I saw how my snow-like skin turned into a ripped tomato.

"You're blushing," he teased. 

I avoided my gaze. I couldn't afford to look at his dark, teasing eyes. He put his thumb and index finger on my chin to motioned my head to look back at him. 

I felt something rough brushed my chin. When I look into it, I saw a band-aid wrapped on one of his fingers. I gently grab his hand. My eyes darted on his knuckles. It's all reddish. A sign that his fist hit something... or someone. 

I sighed. "Have you gotten into a fight again?"

His jaw moved and his forehead crumpled. His hooded eyes lazily pierced into mine. His hand rested on the sides of my waist, pulling me closer. 

"Don't worry about it. I made sure that this fist landed on those who deserved." He smiled devilishly without humor. He tilted his head to give me a kiss like he always does when picking me up. 

A thundering voice of my father doomed before our lips touched, making us pull away from each other. I calmly turn my head to my dad who is standing furiously on our doorstep. In my peripheral vision, I saw Ace straightened his back, alarmed at my dad's presence.

Ace went to where my dad is standing. He bends and politely reaches for my father's hand to motioned it on his forehead. My father let Ace do the courtesy but even at this distance, I can sense his walls building up. 

"Good morning, sir. I will be driving Kiya to school. We can drive you to your station too," Ace greeted and offered my father a ride.

Ace is tall. He leveled my father's height. My father looked at Ace with nothing but blankness. I went to them. Making my presence felt will surely help with my dad's actions towards Ace. I know he dislikes Ace for me. But when he knew that I am already in a relationship with him, even he is not in favor, he tried to understand. I just hope someday, he can fully accept him.

"I will be pick up by my comrade." My dad answered, rejecting Ace's offer. Ace slightly nods his head to acknowledge my father's answer. "I heard you were once again at the police station yesterday? For punching a construction worker..." My father's tone when he uttered the last sentence is pure of scornful disbelief. As if he's not surprised that Ace was even at the police station. 

My eyes widened at what I heard from my father. I know that Ace was often being dragged to the police station for his petty fistfights so I'm not surprised at all.

But yesterday, I was with him. We were having a date on the plaza. There was ongoing construction there. Ace and I walk on the sidewalk until one of the construction workers whistled at me. His catcalling was paired with his eyes traveling from my head down to my toes.

Ace was about to attack the s****l harasser but I stopped him. I told him that I was alright. I thought he let it pass since he let me drag him out of there. 

Don't tell me he went back and... 

I eyed Ace curiously and worriedly. I hope this is just a coincidence. I don't want him to get into a fight because of me. 

"Yes, sir. Our family lawyer already handled it."

"I heard that your lawyer paid for it." My father's disdainful tone didn't escape our ears. And I know he didn't even try to hide it. 

Ace didn't answer. He knows my dad's opinion of our relationship. 

The small awkward conversation between Ace and my father was interrupted when a police car stopped behind Ace's car. The police car rolled down the window of the driver's seat, revealing my dad's comrade. He waved at us. I replied with a smile. 

My father passed through us and went to his comrade. He opened the passenger's seat but before entering the vehicle, he stopped and eyed us. 

"Kiya, 6 pm," his eyes darted to me and then to Ace. 

When the car successfully went off, I and Ace look at each other. He smirks at me but I can sense that he was a bit disheartened by my father's actions. From the past years, even when he is still courting me, I witness how he was trying to win my father's approval. I always tell him that my father is just overprotective of me. He understands it that is why he is been patient with my dad. 

I know being respectful to the parents of your girlfriend is only a bare minimum... something that should be considered normal. However, I can't stop myself from admiring him more. In school, he is the most respected and everyone is if not afraid, admires him. But when he stands in front of my father, he keeps his feet on the ground. 

"I'm sorry about that..." I said and faced him.

Just like he always does, he boyishly grins at me. "It's okay, I'm used to it."

He gave me a quick peck on the forehead and motioned me to get inside his car. 

In our 11 months of a relationship, I am aware of his reputation in our school. He is a well-known bad boy. He often got into fistfights even before we got into a relationship. None in our school, even boys, has the courage to fight him. Everyone is aware that he is active on his Mix Martial Arts. Every year, he always won the gold medal.

This is the reason why it took him three years to finally get my 'yes'. Aside from my conservative dad who thinks Ace is not good for me, I also know that there are girls who are dying to be with him. He is not just delinquent, but also known as a notorious playboy... and that was before he courted me. 

In his three years of courtship, I notice how he stopped dating and playing with random girls. That is why I always receive some low-key bullying from my girl schoolmates. Although none of them has the guts to bully me directly since they are afraid of what Ace might do. Everyone knew that Ace never hit girls. But what these girls are stopping from bullying me is the fact that Ace's family is very powerful. Their growing business got them a lot of connections. Be it in business or politics.

I have a lot of colleagues but I don't have someone that I can consider as a friend in school. Not because they outcast me, but because I am distancing myself. The school I am attending is an elite school. Most of my schoolmates are sons and daughters of a business magnate, politician, and well-known people in the country. Whenever I am invited to hang out with my classmates, I often refuse. I know I don't have money to join them whenever they want to go shopping or go to a high-end bar. Even some of my classmates are still minors, due to their name and connections, entering places where minors are not allowed becomes a piece of cake.

In the summer before this school year started, I am officially in a relationship with Ace. I once asked him, "why me?" A lot of girls wanted to be with him. Even being his fling or a side chick, I bet these girls will accept whatever relationship he can offer with them. 

"Because you're different. You don't like me. You don't chase me. You're not afraid of me." I remember him answered.

I remember years ago when I saw him throwing a can of soft drink in the hallway of the high school building. I picked up the can and threw it in his direction. It hit his head. That was our first meet. 

I chuckled at the thought. Ace noticed my soft laughter which made him turn his head at me. He maneuvered the gear without leaving his eyes on me. 

"What?" he raised his brow and his snobbish tone made him more manly. He turns his head on the road and started the car to drive.

I repeatedly shook my head even he won't see it. The smile on my face is still plastered. "Nothing, I just remember our first met."

He glanced at me and look back at the road. He suddenly smirked. "Yeah, war freak," he teased which made me lose my smile. 

"I'm not!" I argued. I can't hit him since he's driving so I just crossed my arms over my chest and shifted on my seat to look outside the window.

"I am vacant on your break time. Where do you want to have lunch?" he asked after a long moment of silence. I hissed. If I know, he paid the registrar to adjust the schedule of his course so it will match mine! I heard to one of his block mates one time that their original schedule was revised.

I am in my last year of high school while he's already a 2nd-year college, currently taking up a multimedia arts course. Our school offers pre-school to college levels that is why we are still in the same school.

 I didn't answer him. When he realized that I am throwing a fit here in his passenger seat, he suddenly pulls out. 

"We will be late, Ace!" I faced him when he stopped the car at the side of the road. 

"School can wait, this will be quick."

I didn't understand what he meant by it until he unbuckles his seatbelt and aggressively collided his lips with mine. I should be pulling away from our kiss since I am still upset by his mockery but here I am, weakly clinging my hands to his shirt. 

I felt him smile in between our kisses. I half-heartedly pushed him. He knows it so instead of letting me go, he rakes a handful of my hair to deepen our kiss. His kisses traveled down on the side of my neck. 

"Ace!" I warned. I don't want him giving me kiss marks on the part of my body that can be easily seen. He understands it so he stopped sucking and started showering me feathery kisses. 

His free hand is now unbuttoning my coat. I am wearing our school uniform's white short sleeves blouse, navy blue above-the-knee skirt, and topped with a navy blue coat with dark red outlines. 

Ace loosened my dark red necktie and started unbuttoning my white blouse. The left sleeve of my coat is now sliding down my left arm. When he successfully unbuttoned the first three of my buttons, he cupped my mounds from below, making them squeeze with each other. 

His lips left my neck. I felt his thumb and index fingers playfully pinching the small proudly standing nips at the top of my mounds.

Even with thin single clothing, his warm fingers still fueled the already ongoing fire inside of me. 

"My baby like this?" he whispered in my ear. I bit my lips to stop myself from answering. But when his hand forcibly pulled down my brassiere, a soft moan escaped my mouth.

The cold breeze from the air condition of his car made my already standing nips hardened. He attacked my left mound with his lips while the other one was covered by his hand. He sensually bit it while his hand pinches the other one. He alternatingly does it. I keep on moving my head left and right when I can't keep them steady because of the heat I am feeling.

"A-ace, there are c-cars passing b-by..." We are on the main road, even cars here are rarely stopping, I can't stop worrying that they might see us.

"The car's fully tinted," his hoarse voice answered when he left my upper privates. 

His dark eyes pierced straight into mine. He pulled up my skirt without removing his eyes. I arch my back when I felt his warm hands crawling on the insides of my thighs. His massive hand made my legs part.

He did not push aside my underwear rather, he touches me with thin clothing in between which made me frustrated. With my wetness dripping on my underwear, I know he felt it. 

His fingers continued playing in a circular motion with the most sensitive part of my womanhood. I saw a smirk on his face when he saw me part my lips to gasp. 

"A-ace..." I cannot fathom if my voice screams pleading or warning. 

"Yes, baby?"

He still hasn't pushed aside my underwear! He keeps running his middle and pointed finger on my devil's doorbell. Sometimes, he pushed his finger inside my hole with still my panty's on. This guy right here is teasing me! Damn!

"P-please..." I whispered, almost voiceless.

"What is it?" he once again asked, teasing me. My nails dug into his arm but he wasn't hurt at all. He's even enjoying my frustration!

"Please, Ace! P-put it inside m-me..." I screamed, defeated by my own lustful desires.

Without a warning, Ace expertly pushed my underwear on the side and inserted a finger in me. He motioned it in and out of me, faster and faster. He attacked my neck and planted continuous kisses on it. With each thrust of his fingers, he went deeper and deeper. His knuckles are the only part of his that stops him to dive in.

"A-ahh!"

With his fast-moving fingers, my wetness, my frustration, and his playful whispers on my ears, after a few deep thrusts, I came.

"Oh my..." I weakly screamed after reaching my climax. 

Ace's finger is still inside me when he spits lustful words at my flushed face. "The moment you start throwing a fit on petty things, I can't promise that fingers are the only part of me that will delve inside yours."

I bit my lower lip when I heard him threatened me. Although it wasn't actually threatening since... I like... the thought.. of it. I bit my lips harder. Damn, Kiya! What a dirty mind you have!

His finger completely left me. I felt like all the heat of my body went to my face when he showed his finger at me, dripping wet with my juices! I shut my legs close and covered my face with my palm.

His laughter filled every corner of his car. 

"Ace, stop!" I yelled but his laughter isn't fading at all.

"Ace, please..." he mimicked my voice. Another set of laughter escaped his lips. I pressed my face on my palm harder.

When his laugh faded. He reaches into me. He fixed my panty and pulled up my skirt! 

Sht! I didn't even notice that I haven't fix it earlier!

"Hey, come here..." He unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to pull me closer to him but I refused. My face is still hiding in my palm when he removed them. He catches both of my wrists with his left hand, making him see my face. His free hand reaches at my back as he successfully pulled me closer for a warm hug.

After a few refusals from me, I gave up. I leaned my back sideways towards him. "Don't tease me like that!" I pouted.

He chuckled and kissed my head. "I'm sorry. I just love making your face red," he smirked which made me pout even more.

It took us a minute when I finally realize that we will be late for school if Ace won't stop showering me kisses and cuddling with me. He started the car and we went off.

I haven't brought my powder with me so I just combed my hair to fix myself. I just hope I don't look like someone who got finger f*cked.

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Unedited. Expect typo and grammatical errors.

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A Night With My Ex

by: Joanne Cristel

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