Secret Out: The Lustful Whisper

Boundaries

"Do you have a girlfriend, sir?"

"I am married, Miss Cervantes."

Keila turned on her bed and covered herself with her pillow, squealing in frustration. That very short conversation she had with Daevid before she fled the school left an impression stronger than their make-out session.

The man she just had a hot make-out session with that she could never forget was not just taken, but married! It blew her mind at best. She completely thought he was single. For once, he gave off that vibe—he was being pushed by his friends for a make-out session, and then he himself gave his number to him—of course, she would assume that he was single.

He was married. Though almost all of the men that she kissed were married and even a father, they were mostly divorced. Or she honestly didn't mind about them before except now that Daevid had caught her attention.

She abruptly sat up on her bed and slapped herself a few times. "Keila, he is married. Control yourself. You can't kiss anyone outside of your workplace, especially not your Critic Teacher, who is married, mind you."

She fell back onto her bed and sighed. It was already midnight but she was still wide awake, reflecting on her interaction with Daevid. That man was certainly quirky. If he had been married, he shouldn't have almost kissed her. Why would he even make their distance that close?

"Argh! He's frustrating! I had better just sleep."

One day and she was already stressed out.

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Keila was late again, but this time, it was not her alarm's fault. It was her fault for slamming the alarm off and extending her sleep for another five minutes, which ended for another thirty minutes.

And now, here she was, left by the bus, and having to wait for another twenty minutes for the arrival of the next bus. She was blaming her overthinking tendency and the busy bar last night, so she was so tired and just wanted to sleep more.

"What should I do?" she asked herself with a sagged shoulder, dragging herself on the bench under the waiting shed. The place was empty, indicating that she was indeed very late for work and school alike.

Keila took her phone and messaged her friend telling her about being late, and as expected, she was scolded by the message. "You handsome Critic Teacher was looking for you earlier, tell him why you're late."

She frowned upon reading that. Of course, she had to let Daevid know, but how would she reach out to him when his social media accounts were private and she didn't know his personal number--

"Wait." Keila immediately closed her friend's message and scrolled through her gallery. A smile spread along her face upon seeing the number that Daevid gave her that night when they hooked up. "I'm so smart."

Keila immediately composed a message that directly told and apologized to Daevid that she was going to be late for today. It was embarrassing, and thinking about it, he was probably thinking that she was not professional and serious at teaching.

While waiting, she felt her phone vibrate, and a reply from Daevid came in. "So you saved my number after all."

Keila raised her brow. "Is he really more concerned about that than me being late?"

Nonetheless, she typed in a reply. "Apparently so, sir. You accidentally gave me convenience. Thank you."

"I wasn't expecting this was how you'd use my number, though. But I think this is better than nothing. :)"

The bus arrived and she did not reply to him anymore. She told herself last night that she would try to get away from him as much as possible and would remain as professional as she could. She had to forget that they had something in the past because she kept on getting distracted by that scene.

However, it was not that easy, especially when the man she had to avoid was unavoidable, and not to mention, so handsome that her eyes just instantly found him walking out of the classroom and probably heading to the faculty.

Keila silently walked in the same direction, trying not to get his attention. However, almost instantly, Daevid's eyes dashed at her, and it was fixed. He didn't even bother looking away as their eyes met. It was obvious that he was staring at her.

And she was staring back as well.

"Good morning, sir," she meekly greeted them as soon as they met at the door of the faculty. "I'm sorry I'm late, this will be the last I promise."

"It better be, Ms. Cervantes. It's not a good impression to create that you are tardy," he replied while they went into the faculty. Once again, they were alone, making her a little apprehensive.

Daevid looked extra handsome today. He was wearing a fitted black polo shirt and pants. His huge muscles were accentuated and his barrel chest was inviting her to caress it with care. His black hair was also combed properly, parted in half, and making him look clean.

His teacher's appearance was definitely the opposite of his laid-back self at the bar. Keila couldn't seem to forget his appearance that time. It was weird. This was her first time remembering a guy's face until she was sleeping. Usually, by this time, she had completely forgotten an interaction from weeks ago.

"It's my fault. I forgot to set my alarm. I was so tired because of work." Keila covered her mouth, cursing herself.

She shouldn't be mentioning her work, not even to anyone, especially not with Daevid again, who completely got the experience. Her classmates thought her grandparents were supporting her financially. She didn't tell any single soul about her secret job, and she was so careful about that not to slip her tongue.

Daevid looked at her curiously. "About your work... Aren't you having a hard time handling your internship and your work at night?"

"It's hard," Keila sighed. She didn't really want to talk about that but she had no choice, it was herself who put her in this situation. "But I don't really have much choice. My studies and my work are like connected devices. If I lose one, I lose all."

Daevid nodded in understanding, and then he looked away, his forehead creased as if he wanted to ask something but didn't know if it would be rude. "Does..."

Keila just waited and observed him, though. It would even be better if he would drop it, but for some reason, she wondered what was his take on her job as a student and a future teacher.

She didn't have anyone's opinion about her work before other than Ariane's. Even her grandparents didn't know what kind of work she was doing, they thought she was just a waitress at a decent restaurant downtown. So, talking to someone who knew about her top secret was both interesting and nerve-racking.

"Does your work include... making out with men?" He finally asked and vocalized what was in his mind, and for some reason, she had seen it coming.

Of course, he would ask about that. After all, that was what he experienced with her.

"Well, not really. My job is merely serving, but my salary is not enough to survive every day, so I need to think of other ways. But right now, I'm lying low. I only accommodate two-three men a week, unlike before when I accommodated two in one night."

"That's good to hear then," he said vaguely. They were sitting side by side, he faced her completely and said something Keila was not expecting, "That kiss with you felt like more than just the hundred dollars you were asking. It's very cheap to experience such a kiss. You should set your rate higher."

Keila stared at him. Daevid was seriously making her feel things inside her, probably because this was also the first time that she heard feedback from those she had make-out sessions with and told her that she deserved more. Men usually would only say that the kiss was worth their money, but Daevid was different from them.

"Thank you..." she just replied, not really knowing how to answer that. He sounded sincere, but Keila felt a little skeptical about that. "But why are you saying this?"

Daevid looked away and pretended to organize his table. "I'm just letting you know in case you don't know."

"Do you want another kiss?"

Both of them froze in their seats. Daevid turned to her slowly with his wide eyes. He was completely shocked by that straightforward and unexpected offer. While Keila was mentally hitting her head. She didn't know what evil spirit came into her mind that it came out casually like that.

"W-What?"

With a beet-red face, she shook her head quickly. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

Keila let out a fake chuckle, shaking off the awkwardness that she had caused, and wished she had not done so. Daevid was still shocked, but his expression changed to a rather calmer and more pensive expression as he stared at her face.

That kind of look, again. It was obvious that he was staring at her lips and unconsciously licking his lips as well, which made Keila look at it. It was like he was seducing her, and she was not even rejecting that attempt but was only indulging in it.

If it was another person, or if they weren't just in the situation limiting them to do something, Keila would have been proud of the effect that she was having on this handsome man. But, they couldn't. There were a lot of risks.

On top of it all, he was married.

"You said you're married," she told him. "But why do I feel like you're flirting with me... Sir?"

Keila made sure she emphasized the word 'Sir'. That was all that they should be.

Daevid was taken aback. "Am I?"

"It appears to me like that, Sir. So if you don't intend to make me feel like that, then you should stop now. My work may be for women of ill repute, but I am different. I don't associate my real identity with my identity at night."

Keila felt the need to clarify things. She didn't want to misunderstand, and she didn't want to be misunderstood. He also set boundaries in his actions and words. Something had already happened between them, but that was about it. It should not be followed anymore.

Daevid sat properly and sighed, his face becoming serious. "You're right. I'm sorry about that. I don't mean to make you uncomfortable. Just treat whatever happened between us... as a mistake."

"Dae, your basketball team is...looking for you." A man, another teacher, seemingly around the same age as Daevid, showed up by the door and peeked at them. His questioning eyes shifted from Keila to Daevid, and then back to her. "Did I interrupt something?"

"You didn't, Jay. We're just about to go to our next class. But it seems like the boys need me. Can you go to the class alone while I'm gone, Ms. Cervantes?"

Suddenly, it sounded too formal. Nonetheless, Keila nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Great. I'll follow you as soon as I'm done."

Keila watched as Daevid walked with Jay, his assistant coach. His last words would have made her relieved. Almost all of her make-out sessions were nothing but mistakes.

But those words coming from Daevid made her realize that he was not at all different from the others.