The Woman He Broke

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Breaking 2 - The Manwhore Moves

*Arlene’s POV*

We walked the wooden bridge leading to the bungalow over-water cottage. I could feel my knees shake and I do not know if it is due to the cold breeze or was it because I am nervous because of his presence.

“I am sure you have an org in the university,” Mago broke our silence, “tell me, what organization do you belong?”

“Music,” I can’t seem to understand why I am loss of words.

“I see,” he nodded, “so what do you do in the club?”

“I play stringed instruments,” I answered, “playing guitar is my favorite.”

“That’s great! That means we can get along well,” he flashed me his adorable smile.

Mago was the lead guitarist of their band and the truth is, I intentionally learn how to play the guitar because of him.

I stopped when he opened the door for me.

“Hey, are you okay?” he asked as moved closer to brush some of hair that flew to my face.

I did not answer but I checked the cottage. It has only one bed with white linen and sky blue pillows on top.

“If you don’t want to get inside, we can stay here,” he said.

“Wait,” he moved towards the door, “let me get Trojan first.”

What? Trojan? Isn’t that a brand of a condom? Is he seriously going to do it here in public? What should I do? Should I run away or should I hide? I am about to turn my back when he came out with his guitar.

“Meet Trojan,” he proudly exclaimed.

I mentally scolded myself for thinking crazy but I could not stop myself from laughing.

“What’s funny?” he was more amused than annoyed.

“N-nothing,” I still cannot stop laughing.

“That’s unfair,” he pouted his lips, “tell me what’s funny.”

“I-it’s just that,” I can’t tell him. What would he think if he knows that I am anticipating that something is about to happen between us?

“What is it?” he said in low coarse voice as he pulled me by my waist and our bodies were almost as one.

I froze and then drowned in his essence.

“You laughed sexily,” his voice made my skin shiver.

He slowly lowered his head and brushed his nose on the skin between my shoulders and my neck before saying, “you smell nice, Babe.”

Uh-oh! I tried to calm myself but the heck! I could feel the warmth of my cheeks and the gushing of my blood in my veins. I wanted to step back but I can’t move my feet. His presence envelopes me, I could not even think well. What will I do? I have to think fast or I’ll definitely pop my cherry tonight.

“C-can I make a request?” I stuttered.

“What is it, Sweetie?” he asked.

I thought he called me ‘Babe’? But I did not have enough time to dwell on the thought so I immediately uttered, “can you sing me a song?”

“Sure, but you’ll have to kiss me first,” he teased.

“Kiss? Why not,” I said and then kissed his cheek.

*Mago’s POV*

THE FUCK! She kissed me on the cheek and not on my lips. Her gesture surprised me but I must admit that this chasing game she is trying to play is really turning me on.

She sat on the lounger and hugged her legs so I followed her and sat next to her, “what song do you want me to play?”

“Hmm,” she nibbled her lip and the sight of it made me want to devour her. She is truly a temptress. She mastered her craft well and she knows how to awaken the monster in me by just her simple gestures.

“’Your Love’ by Alamid,” she smiled at me.

So she’s a hopeless romantic. The song she requested is sung by a Filipino band and by its lyrics, I now know how to handle her.

I started strumming the guitar while I stared at her. She has a beautiful set of eyes. It is very alluring that I could not help but let myself drown in her eyes. Instead of seducing her, she seduced me. Instead of making her want me, I wanted her.

She clapped childishly when I finished the song and then she asked, “so what part of the song do you like most?”

Alas! We finally have something to talk about.

“Why don’t you tell me first,” I uttered, “which part of the song do you like the most?”

“I like the first stanza,” she let go of her legs and sat well.

“Why?” I placed my guitar at my side.

“Because the lyrics were strong. It tells of how much a man is willing to do for the woman he loves,” she said dreamily.

I am right! This girl is a hopeless romantic.

“How about you?” her big eyes looked at me, “what part of the song you liked the most?”

I smiled at her and then sang in acapella, “I am all alone without you. My days are dark without a glimpse of you. But now that you came into my life, I feel complete. The flowers bloom, my morning shines and I can see.”

“Whoa!” she exclaimed, “that’s very impressive.”

“Thank you,” I uttered.

“Thank you for what?” she looked confused.

“For being here,” I sighed, “you know, I am always misunderstood by many,” I started acting as the ‘man in pain needing a woman to understand him.’

“O-oh,” she nervously responded.

“I need someone right now,” I held her hand.

“Huh? Ahm,” she stood and said, “let’s go to the chapel. Let’s pray for your problems.”

“What?!” I can’t believe what she just said.

“Uhm, you said you have a problem, right,” she said, “the best way to deal with problems is to pray.”

I do not know what game she is trying to play but I am not going to give up.

“Argh!” I pretended that my head hurts.

“W-what happened?” she came close to me.

“My head hurts. I guess I drank too much,” I fibbed, “can you help me get to my room?”

“O-okay,” she said as she helped me get-up. She made me hug her small body making me drown in her luscious scent.

When we were almost at the bed, I intentionally lose my balance, making us drop on the bed.

I was on top of her. She stared at me. I trapped her body between my arms. Our breaths now uneven.

She shyly smiled at me as if this was her first time. She acted like a virgin so I decided to kiss her to confirm my thoughts.

Her body stiffened as I nibbled her lower lip so I asked, “I-is this your first kiss?”

She shyly nod at me and that made me cussed – NOT ANOTHER VIRGIN!

“M-mago?” she called me as I stood away from her.

“I am sorry,” I said while I opened the door, “I think I should walk you to your room.”

*Arlene’s POV*

I did not expect us to fall on the bed but I see burning desire in his eyes. I knew what will happen but I did not have the strength to stop him.

He kissed me.

Waaaah! What am I going to do? Should I open my mouth? Should I suck his lips the way he sucked mine? I really do not know what to do. I forgot to ask Patricia about this.

“I-is this your first kiss?” he looked surprised.

I answered him with a nod and in an instant he stood away from me.

What did I just do? What’s wrong with my answer? Isn’t he happy that he was the first to claim my lips?

“M-mago?” I asked.

Was he mad because I did not answered his kiss? I really do not know what to do, but I can learn it.

“I am sorry,” he opened the door, “I think I should walk you to your room.”

*Mago’s POV*

“We’re here,” she stopped by the front of the door, “thanks for the night.”

She tried to open the door but it was locked, “Janine and Patricia has the hotel cards,” she said coyly, “I couldn’t get in.”

I never thought I’d let this night pass without getting laid let alone will I allow a woman to stay in my room without having sex, “I can’t leave you like this. You better come with me to my cottage. You can stay there for the night.”

Silence ruled us as we walked our way back to my cottage but she was obviously nervous when we finally reached the door.

“Don’t worry,” I assured her, “we will just sleep.”

I saw her tensed shoulders relaxed and then she said, “I thought you’ll hit one every woman you date. I guess this breaks your record.”

“Just don’t tell anyone about this,” I said and then opened the door, “so, let’s get inside?”

She entered the room and stopped in front of the bed, “what side of the bed are you going to sleep?” she asked.

Is she serious? She expected me to lie next to her?

“I am not used to sleeping alone,” she childishly uttered.

“You do not know what you are asking for,” I said as I took some pillows.

“S-sorry,” she lowered her head.

I took some pillows and went to the couch. This is the first time that I let a woman stay in my room without expecting sex, and this is the first time that I will have to sleep on the couch. I tried to sleep but I noticed her shifting from one position to the other. Sometimes, she will sit to check on me and then drop herself on the bed. I guess she was telling the truth when she told me that she could not sleep without someone accompanying her so I decided to get up.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Yeah,” she bowed her head as she played with her fingers.

This woman never realized how irresistible she is. She has no idea how much I tried to stop myself from taking her. She is a virgin but there’s something about her that made me desire her.

“Okay, I’ll lie next to you,” I said and transferred to the bed.

“M-mago?” her innocent eyes looked at me, “why did you stop kissing me? Didn’t you like the idea that you were my first kiss?”

“It is an honor for a man to be the woman’s first kiss,” I answered.

“But it seems that you’re not happy when you learned that you are my first kiss,” she said.

“Because I am not a normal man,” I looked at her.

“You don’t like to be the first?” she seemed surprise, “that’s weird. All men would love to be the woman’s first experience.”

“I don’t do virgins,” I closed my eyes and placed my arms under my head.

“Why?” she raised her head to watch me.

“Girls who treasures their firsts and virgin women are so clingy,” I said without opening my eyes, “I don’t like clingy girls because I am not the type who stays in a relationship.”

“What if you fall in love?” she asked again.

“Love?” I chuckled as I looked at her, “Love does not exist, honey.”

“Everybody falls in love, Mago,” she sat up, “someday, you’ll fall in love.”

“I told you, I am not normal,” I closed my eyes again, “besides, love does not really exist. It is just about having a companion and getting into a commitment.”

“Commitment? But you’ll never get into a commitment if you don’t love the person you are committed to,” she insisted.

This is my first time to talk about this matter and I cannot believe that I am discussing this with a woman.

“Believe me, sweetheart,” I smiled at her, “love is just a word but what is really present is commitment.”

“What if I can prove to you that love really exist, would you believe me?” her voiced filled with determination.

“How do you think you are going to prove that?” I chuckled.

“Through Janine and Marco, or Patricia and Stuart,” she said, “you’ll see that Marco and Stuart would do anything to keep their relationship.”

“My friends?” I laughed at the thought, “they are surrounded with girls. They will never waste time chasing your friends.”

“How about we make a deal. If within two months, Marco or Stuart will do something to keep Janine or Patricia, I will win a bet,” she challenged me.

“What’s the prize of the bet?” I asked, this time I sat up to face her.

“If I win, you’ll agree to be my faithful boyfriend. You’ll be sweet to me and you will go out with me,” she imposed.

“And why do you think I will do that?” I raised a brow.

“Because that is the only way I can teach you how to love,” she said firmly.

“What if I won,” I gave her a mischievous smile, “what will be my prize?”

Her smile shifted nervously as she asked, “what would you like?”

“I want you,” I replied, “I want you to give yourself to me without expecting something in return. You will not be clingy and you will not expect it to happen again.”

“Deal,” she held her hand for a handshake.

“Deal,” I shook her hand.

I have to admit; I want her. If this bet will make me have her without worrying that she’ll be clingy, I will do everything to win this bet.


“Stop it, Miguel!” I heard mommy screamed, “you’re hurting me.”

I pressed my eyes closed as I tried to cover my ears. I do not want to cry. Daddy told me that crying is gay so I must never cry.

“I beg you, stop it,” she whined.

It is always like this. Daddy forcing himself to mommy. As young as I am, I know what was happening but what can a six-year old kid do? All I can do is hide in the closet until everything is done.

“Mago,” Nana called, “you can come out now.”

I fell asleep crying so I did not know that it is already over. I rubbed my eyes as Nana opened the closet. She was the only one who knew where I hide every time this happens.

“Where’s mommy?” I asked her.

She gave me a sad look but did not answer. I know what she is trying to say so I ran towards my parents’ room. No one is there. I searched the whole mansion but I cannot find my mother.

“She left,” Nana told me.

“No!” I shook my head in disbelief. How could she leave me behind? How could she just leave me with a monster?

“Don’t cry, young man!” my father’s voice roared, “she is not coming back. Your mother left you so you should forget her.”

My little hands clenched with anger.


I woke up from a dream. I have been having the same dream since I met Patricia’s friend. I don’t know what she did to me but after that night, everything starts to change. I don’t know how she did it but she has destroyed the wall I built to hide my true weak self. I do not want to beg. I don’t want to be left behind. I have to stay away from her or she will be my downfall.

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