Unfulfilled Desires

CHAPTER 2: Sorry

REENA LASERDA

"Mister Toledo, good to see you again." Nakangiti kong sabi at in-offer ang aking kamay.

Tinanggap niya iyon at naramdaman ko ang simpleng pagpisil niya sa aking kamay. "Don't be so formal, Reena. Parang wala naman tayong pinagsamahan niyan."

Umupo ito sa upuan na nasa aking harap at inutusan ko ang aking sekretarya na ipagtimpla kami ng kape.

"Where's your husband?" Tanong nito.

"He has an important meeting kaya hindi natin siya makakasama ngayon." Tumikhim ako bago magsalita. "I want you to hear my proposition, Trevor."

"Tell me everything. I am all yours all day."

Pagkatapos naming mag-usap ni Trevor ay agad akong pumunta sa opisina ni Atlas. Gusto kong ihatid sa kanya ang maganda balita. Trevor will save our company from bankruptcy.

Sinalubong ako ng kanyang secretary nang makapasok na ako sa loob. "I'm sorry, Misis President, you can't come inside for a while."

"Bakit?"

"May kausap po si Sir Atlas at binilin niya sa akin na huwag magpapasok ng kahit na sino." Magalang na sagot ng babae.

Pinagtaasan ko ito ng kilay. "Hindi ako 'kahit na sino' lang. I'm the President of this company and his wife."

Pagkatapos kong sabihin iyon ay nilagpasan ko na ito at hindi na ako nag-abala pang kumatok bago buksan ang pinto. Nagulat ako nang may nakayakap sa kanyang umiiyak na babae.

It was his ex!

Janella.

Matalim akong tiningnan ni Atlas. "Don't you know how to knock?"

"Ito ba ang importanteng meeting na sinasabi mo?" I crossed my hands over my chest. "And you, woman, hanggang kailan ka yayakap sa asawa ko? Hands off if you don’t want me to rip it off."

Mabilis na lumayo si Janella kay Atlas habang pinupunasan ang kanyang pisngi na basang-basa ng luha. Nilapitan ko si Atlas at hinila ang necktie nito.

"Sa susunod, siguraduhin mong hindi kita mahuhuli."

"Wala akong ginagawang masama, Reena," he said seriously.

"Really? Bakit mo siya niyayakap?"

"Siya ang nakayakap sa akin."

"Kahit na! Gan'on na rin iyon." Sa sobrang inis ko ay niyakap ko ito ng mahigpit at idiniin ang sarili sa kanya. "Ayokong makaamoy ng ibang pabango sa katawan mo."

"s**t. I really like this side of you."

Lumayo ako sa kanya ng kaunti at tinitigan ito ng masama. "What is she doing here?"

"She's pregnant."

I froze.

"Who's the father?"

He smiled widely. "Me."

Mabilis kong hinawakan ang parte sa gitna ng kanyang hita. Napaungol ito nang maramdaman nito ang pagpisil ko. Alam kong nagbibiro lang ito, dahil iyon ang lagi niyang sinasabi kapag naiinis ito sa akin at naabutan kong may babae ito sa kanyang opisina.

"Ang butterfly ko lang ang may karapatang dumapo sa sanga na 'to. Kung may iba rin naman dadapo, mas mainam siguro kung putulin ko nalang para wala ng iba pang makinabang." Mariin kong sabi.

"No, babe. It was a joke!"

"What? I can't hear you, sorry."

"You're playing stupid on purpose! Let it go bago ma-deformed."

"Your pleading words are music in my ears."

Binitawan ko na ito at humarap kay Janella na pinipilit na huwag matawa sa ginawa naming scene ni Atlas.

"Why are you here?"

"I'm pregnant. But, he's not the father. It was his best friend. It’s Jin’s," paliwanag ni Janella.

"Oh."

Napayuko si Janella. "But… I think he's cheating on me. I saw him with another woman yesterday."

"Seriously? Nakita mo lang siya na may kasamang ibang babae, cheating na kaagad?" Mataray kong sabi.

"Pumasok sila sa isang motel."

"Edi sana, pinabomba mo 'yung motel. Para masunog na rin pati ang nanlalamig mong ex-boyfriend— kasama ng bayag niya kung mayroon man."

Inirapan ko si Atlas nang marinig ko ang pagtawa nito. Hinapit nito ang aking bewang at hinalikan ako sa noo.

"Kaya natatakot akong humanap ng ibang babae, e. Masyadong bayolente ang asawa ko. Walang sinasanto."

"Sumagi pala sa isip mo na mambabae? So, kung hindi ako bayolenteng asawa, magkakaroon ka pala ng kabit."

"Hindi, love. Biro lang ulit. Kung magkakaroon man ako ng ibang babae sa buhay ko, iyon ay 'yung magiging anak natin."

Kinikilig ako pero hindi ko iyon pinahalata sa kanya. Inirapan ko itong muli.

I looked at Janella who's about to cry again. "Hold it! You're pregnant, huwag kang ma-stress. Makakasama sa'yo iyan."

"I don't know what to do anymore."

"Talk to him. Kung hindi niya talaga kayang maging stick-to-one, iwan mo siya. Hindi ikaw ang nawalan."

Pagkatapos umalis ni Janella ay saka ko hinarap si Atlas na ngayon ay nagbabasa ng dokumento sa kanyang mesa. Ibinagsak ko ang aking kamay sa kanyang harapan.

Madilim ko itong tiningnan. "Apologize."

"For what?"

"Hindi ka pa matanda, Atlas. Alam mo ang tinutukoy ko."

"Oh, the joke, huh?"

Tinaasan ko ito ng kilay. "Yup."

He towered me. "Okay."

He placed his hand on my shoulders and gently turns me around so I'm facing the table. He ran his hand down my back, sending shivers through my whole body, as a delicious pull begins in my belly.

He pushed up my blouse, unhooked my bra, and looped his hands around to cup my breasts.

I gasped and closed my eyes as he palmed my breasts, teasing my n*****s with his fingers until it hardens into peaks.

"Is this how you say you're sorry?" I said, as my breathing grew shallow.

"No." He brought his mouth to my upper back, and trailed hot kisses down my spine.

I whimpered as he licked his way down my back, then as his quick hands undo my jeans. He pushed it down to my knees, and does the same with my pink panties.

I moved with him, letting him touch me, kiss me, taste my body like I'm his canvas and he's painting me with his tongue.

I pressed my palms into the table and he hooked his strong fingers around my hips and tugged me so I bend my back, nearly flattening it. My behind is in the air. I want to turn around and watch, but I also love this feeling of letting go, of surrendering to his touch as he kneels and presses his thumbs against my cheeks, spreading me open.

He moved closer, blowing warm breath between my legs, making me ache for his tongue.

"This is how I say I'm sorry." I gasped as he kissed my throbbing center, tasting how wet I am for him, enjoying how my body responds instantly to his touch.

My breathing quickens as he flicks his tongue against my clit, swirling and licking and sucking me, until soon I'm panting and moaning as quietly as I possibly can so no one can hear, though I am desperate, absolutely desperate, for the release he's about to bring me.

He gripped me firmly with his strong hands on my hips, and strokes me with his tongue, relentlessly working my clit until I shattered, and even then he pulled me closer, his lips needing me, his tongue still savoring me, drinking me in as if he can't get enough of me as I come again in his mouth.

I don't move for a few minutes as the sensations wash over me, the after-effects of powerful orgasms lingering in my body.

Soon, he pulled up my pink lacy underwear, then my jeans, and I turn around.

"I suppose you're forgiven," I said, and he grinned wickedly.