RATED SPG (R-18)
~ PRESENT ~
"Athena, wake up, we're here at your townhouse." Amy shook me awake. I immediately opened my eyes and glanced at the house.
All the memories that were built in this house were still vivid—fresh as yesterday.
"Mommy, Daddy, I'm home… I wish you were here with me," I whispered softly to myself.
Amy stepped out of the car, and I did the same. Josh carried my suitcase, and as I turned toward the gate, I saw our household helper, Nanay Voiley, and her daughter, Vina.
They had been with us for as long as I could remember. They welcomed me warmly.
"Yaya Voiley!" I called out happily, walking quickly toward her before wrapping my arms around her in a hug.
"How have you been, Athena? You've grown so much, and you've become so beautiful. Are Ma'am and Sir with you?" she asked. Her question left me speechless—my ears seemed to go deaf for a moment.
"Come inside so you can rest," Yaya urged. I only nodded and didn't answer her question earlier.
We walked to the front door. Josh handed me my suitcase.
"I'll go ahead, Athena. Babe, just call me when you need me to pick you up," Josh said.
"D-do you want to come in first?" I offered, since he had been driving for hours.
"No, Athena. I still need to meet Attorney Kenji—I just bought a house from him. I had him prepare the agreement," he explained, and my lips parted slightly.
"Attorney?" I asked absentmindedly.
"Ah, right—you don't know yet. Just let Janice tell you if you want. I'll head out now. Nice to see you again, Athena." Josh gave me a wide smile, and I saw Janice playfully pinch his arm. I only nodded without saying a word.
We went inside the house. Ate Vina carried my luggage to my old room while Janice and Amy sat down in the living room.
"Wait here, girls, I'll prepare some snacks for you," Yaya Voiley said as she went to the kitchen.
"I'll leave you two for a bit, I'll just change," I told Amy and Janice.
"Alright, but hurry, you have a lot to tell us," Janice reminded me.
I nodded and went straight upstairs. When I entered my room, nothing had changed—none of my things were moved.
As I looked around, my eyes landed on a small box under my bed. I pulled it out and placed it on top of the mattress before sitting down and opening it.
Inside were all sorts of sentimental gifts. Thankfully, Yaya Voiley hadn't thrown them away—a necklace with my name, letters, a bracelet, and so much more. While I was looking at each of them, I came across a few pictures of me with Kenji.
"How are you now?" I asked unconsciously as I held the picture.
I felt the traitorous tears slide down my cheeks. Then, I saw the very first gift he had given me—a ring. He gave it to me on the same night I gave myself to him...
~ PAST ~
"How many times have we told you, Athena, break up with James already. You won't win in that situation," Amy said angrily.
We were at an exclusive bar in BGC. I was exhausted from cleaning the library earlier, so I invited them to go out tonight.
"I know. I just can't confront him… but don't worry, tomorrow I'll do it myself. I'll break up with him," I said before gulping down shot after shot of tequila, uncaring of the noise around us.
I drank continuously—not because of that bastard of a man, but because of the humiliation. Their scandal was all over, everyone was messaging me about the video, and I couldn't say anything.
"You know what, Athena, come with us to the dance floor. Let's dance," Janice urged and pulled me toward the stage. Dizzy, I walked along. Many were already dancing, so I simply moved with the crowd.
The deafening music pounded in my head. I raised my arms as I danced.
I was startled when I felt a hand on my waist. I had been to bars many times before, so this wasn't new. I let him enjoy holding me as I swayed my hips, feeling him match my movements from behind.
The stage grew even louder with the crowd's screams when the DJ switched the music. The night was insanely fun—I joined in the cheering while dancing with the mysterious man behind me.
"Athena," a low voice whispered, his lips close to my ear.
I turned slightly toward him. His eyes—I couldn't see them clearly through my haze of dizziness and drunkenness, but they were dark.
What I did notice was his sharp nose and soft, red lips. He wore a fitted black polo shirt that showed off his muscles. He was tall—I had to tilt my head up. I hesitated to ask how he knew me.
I felt his hand slide higher on my waist, one finger trailing along my back. I was wearing a red sweetheart backless dress.
His eyes were intense, staring straight at me. I bit my lip and looked away, breathing deeply before dancing again. He pushed me closer against him, and I instinctively placed my hand on his shoulder—firm and muscular.
I squeezed it unconsciously.
His hand roamed further. I wanted to stop him, but I couldn't. The heat I felt was overwhelming. I shouldn't let this happen—not when I wasn't even broken up with James yet. I was about to pull away when he grabbed my wrist and pulled me back.
My body pressed against his. Slowly, he brushed my hair to the side, exposing my neck. Then he kissed it. Shameless as it was, I couldn't stop him. The sensation tickled me in ways I couldn't resist.
"Athy," he whispered, making me frown.
"I'm not Athy, I'm Athena," I corrected. I felt him smile.
"Only I get to call you that, Athena. Athy for short, baby," he said as he inhaled the scent of my skin. My eyes fluttered shut as I bit my lip, unable to breathe properly from what he was making me feel.
"Wanna go somewhere?" His voice was low but dangerous.
His hot breath against my neck made my skin prickle. No man—not even James—had ever made me feel this way.
"Athena, let's go," he urged, but I kept dancing without answering.
He held my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes again. That stare—it was commanding, as though telling me to go with him. His deadly gaze captivated me.
Before I could reply, he pressed his lips to mine. His lips were unbelievably soft. At first, I didn't respond, but then he bit my lower lip and kissed me slowly.
Each kiss showed how much he wanted me. Without realizing it, I placed both hands behind his neck and kissed him back. My body grew hotter every second.
His lips curved into a smirk. I was left breathless from the way he kissed me.
Someone started dancing behind me, clearly fooling around with their friends, and it made me lean even closer to him. That was when I felt the hardness pressing against me as our bodies were flushed together.
"I'm sorry," I whispered, pulling away slightly.
I didn't know what happened next. The next thing I knew, I was in a room, making out with the same man from the bar.
I felt him unzipping my dress, so I quickly undid his belt and pulled down his shorts. With just our undergarments left, I could almost see all of him.
"Calm down, Athy. Let me handle this," he said gently as he stripped off his clothes, followed by his boxers. I was left stunned.
"Shit, Athena, what did you get yourself into," I muttered unconsciously. His manhood was big and long, and I felt a wave of fear.
He kissed my neck while one hand cupped my breast. My eyes were shut as he pleasured me.
"Ahh," a moan slipped from my lips when he nipped the top of my chest and teased it with his tongue.
"Ahh, s-shit," I whimpered, and he repeated it even more, urging me to moan with every kiss along my body—almost as if telling me not to be afraid. I gave in, letting myself feel everything.
I had no experience in this, but the pleasure he gave me pulled me in. He was the only man who ever made me feel this way. But I did watch porn, so my mind wasn't completely naïve to it.