Lies & Temptation

Agatha tripped walking out of Vibe, a famous club in Makati. She regretted splitting from her friends who agreed to go to another club. She hated it when she couldn’t get her way, so she stuck to her plan and went alone.

She drank at the bar when a man sat beside her. That happened to her whenever she went clubbing. She was gorgeous with her beachy waves and intense makeup. Her strapless black mini-dress made her look hot. Hot and fuckable.

Even in simple clothes, her beauty and charm stood out. Her ancestors were Chinese and Spanish. Many said her beauty was unique and captivating.

This man’s name was... What the hell was his name? Hans? Hal? Shit, was she that drunk to forget the name of the man trailing her?

Annoyed, she shooed him away. He refused to leave her table and kept pestering her to dance despite her refusal. Acting like a bitch did not affect him. He was born stubborn. Not that he was ugly or had foul breath. The man was handsome and smelled good. She was in no mood to dance, irritated at her friends for not following her lead. Due to her annoyance, she drank more than she realized.

“Leave me the fuck alone, Hal!” she snapped when he followed her to the club’s parking lot.

“It’s Huck.”

“Whatever.”

“You can’t drive. I will take you home,” he offered.

“I’ll call a taxi,” she declined.

Panic hit her when Huck grabbed her arm. His grip was tight, refusing to let her go. She spotted a man stepping out of a black SUV—a tall, muscular man who walked without a care in the world.

“Hey!” Agatha called out. “Over here. I’ve been waiting for you!” she said, making her tone cheerful. She broke free from Huck’s grip. “My boyfriend is here,” she hissed at him.

“Boyfriend? Yeah, right,” Huck laughed.

She ran toward the man, and his muscular arms caught her when she lost her balance. She dropped her black Balenciaga evening purse, forgetting to pick it up, distracted when their eyes met.

Under the parking lot’s street lamp, she noticed he was handsome. He looked in his late twenties, his dark eyes guarded but charming. He had a clean haircut, and she liked it. She disliked men with long, messy hair. His nose was prominent, unlike a typical Filipino nose. His jawline was masculine, and his lips... Oh, look at those sexy, inviting lips!

“I’m in trouble. I need to get rid of that guy over there. Please, play along,” she ordered, hooking her arms around his neck. “Kiss me.”

“W-what?” he stammered in surprise.

“Kiss me. Do you know how?” she said in irritation, parting her lips and bringing her face close to his. “You are not gay, right?” she challenged.

Ugh. This walking testosterone would be a waste if he belonged to the third sex. But, hey. Maybe she could make him straight? She laughed to herself at the thought.

“Kiss me—”

The man crushed Agatha’s lips. He kissed her in a savage way she had not experienced. Sure, she had done heavy kissing and necking. But not like this. This man’s kiss was... Sexual. Erotic.

His tongue going in and out of her mouth made her think of something else—something wild and delicious as hell. The thought brought heat and tingles to her vagina. Gosh, was it right to think about having sex right now? If this stranger’s kiss brought such sensation, imagine what else he could do to her. Imagine that sensual mouth working between her legs!

A one-night stand. Why not? Some of her friends had their cherries popped with strangers. It was nothing for them. But it was important to Agatha. She had fooled around with men but never allowed it to lead to sex. She didn’t know what kept her from fucking. Maybe those men were not good at coaxing her. Or maybe she had been waiting for the right partner.

Agatha surprised herself when she moaned. It was a loud, throaty moan because a stranger gave her a mind-blowing kiss. He seemed unwilling to let her go. One hand held the back of her head while his other palm stroked her neck. His kiss was possessive and seductive.

When did a kiss affect her like that? She remembered nothing like it. She was in control whenever she was kissed. But this time... Aaaah. Her body succumbed to lust.

The man continued attacking her mouth. His tongue explored, urging her to dance with him. Her tongue wrestled with his when she felt his hand slide from her neck to her side. It caressed her waist, moved to her back, and descended to her bottom.

She opened her eyes in delight when he began sucking her tongue and kneading her ass. Her body moved. She arched and pressed her body against the man, ravishing her mouth. She danced to a song only she could hear—swaying, grinding. Oh, it felt damn good—her breasts against his broad chest and the center of her legs against his muscular thigh. She didn’t realize she was rubbing her womanhood against his thigh, relishing the sensation.

She felt wetness in her pussy. Ah, goodness gracious. Had any man made her wet there?

She recalled none. She had been aroused by men, yes. But dripping wet and ready to be fucked? No.

Agatha no longer cared about her surroundings. She cared nothing for Huck or his whereabouts—whether he left or got abducted by a spaceship and returned to his home planet. To hell with her surroundings! She shared a wonderful moment with a man. She felt hot, ready to ignite. She had a need to fill tonight.

Maybe this was the man she had been waiting for...

“What’s your name?” Agatha heard the man ask as he helped her into his car, a black Audi Q7.

His voice was sexy and masculine, sending tingles down her spine. She grew wetter between her thighs. His deep, husky voice was a sign that their kiss affected him.

“Is that important?” she replied with a laugh, waiting for him to enter the driver’s seat before pulling his collar toward her.

“W-wait, wait,” the man stopped her. “You got rid of that man. You don’t need me.”

She laughed. “Don’t tell me you don’t want to have sex with me?” she challenged, surprising herself. Sex, really, Agatha?

She was bold and daring, but not in this. She couldn’t see herself as sexually promiscuous. Otherwise, she would have surrendered her virginity to the men who tried to bed her. But tonight, her impulsive side awoke—the fiery kind of impulsiveness.

The man laughed. Oh, Lordy. He had a sexy laugh! She observed his face. He grew handsomer the longer she stared. And his lips... Agatha swallowed. She wanted to taste those lips. She wanted him to make her burn, to drive her crazy with lust.

“I don’t have sex with drunk women, sorry,” the man said.

Agatha frowned. She didn’t know whether to feel annoyed or impressed. The man took no advantage, even though he was aroused. Men like him existed.

“Let me take you home,” he offered.

She refused. “I don’t want to go home!”

“What do you want to do?” he asked, amused.

“You know what I want, Mister.” She looked at his lap, noting the bulge below his stomach. “The same thing you want.”

“I told you I don’t have sex with—”

“My drunkenness will pass. Maybe we can have coffee and then...” She smiled and played with his collar. “Let’s see what happens next.”

Agatha was drunk; she knew that. But if her drunkenness caused this intense lust, she didn’t want it to fade. She liked the feeling. She liked the man who made her hot. She wanted something to happen between them tonight. She refused to let the moment pass, fearing she might never experience it. Or if she did, she might be old and unable to have sex. Sure, she could get drunk like this, but to meet a guy like this? Unlikely. This man was something...

As the man drove out of the parking lot, Agatha fought her heaviness. Though her eyelids felt heavy, she stayed awake.

“What’s your name?” she asked the man driving.

“I thought we didn’t need to know each other?”

A bit obnoxious. “Just asking.”

He answered her question moments later. “Romius.”

Romius. Sounds strong, smart, and sexy. Masculine. The name suited him. Would it be crazy if she wanted to have sex with his name and voice?

“I’m Agatha,” she said.

It was going on two in the morning, and with few cars on the street, Romius drove fast. It took twenty minutes before they reached a beautiful village with a security post at the large gate.

“I’m taking you to my house, Agatha. I hope you don’t mind,” he said.

“Take me anywhere, Romius,” she said, restless in her seat.

As the car entered the garage, Agatha realized Romius could not wait. He claimed her lips the moment he killed the engine. His hands roamed her body. She gasped when his mouth trailed down her neck while his palm squeezed her breast.

“You taste like heaven,” she heard Romius whisper before his mouth descended between her breasts.

Agatha helped him pull down her dress to expose her full breasts. The car filled with her moans as Romius’s mouth played with them.

“Oh, God!” she cried, writhing in her seat as Romius suckled her nipple.

She gripped the back of his head and tugged his short hair. She arched when his hand stroked her thigh as he continued sucking her breast. She drowned in lust and refused to surface. She wanted this...

His hand went up her inner thigh and cupped her moist pussy. “You’re wet,” he whispered, flicking her nipple with his tongue.

“And you’re hard,” she whispered back, rubbing his crotch.

“Coffee.”

“Hmm?”

Romius lifted his face from her chest. “Coffee. You need coffee, Agatha.” He opened the driver’s side door.

Agatha didn’t wait for Romius to open her door. They exited the Audi together and met at the front.

“Fuck the coffee,” she said, kissing him on the lips.