Three years ago...

“Georgina, Darling! What a pleasant surprise!” Georgina met her Auntie Eliza in the receiving area of the airport. She’s all smiles as she hugged her father’s only sister who’s now based in Atlanta and just paid a visit for a month-long vacation. The 54 years old woman hugged her back then pull away to stare adoringly at her from head to toe. “You look stunning, my dear. The ads and magazines didn’t justify your beauty.”

“That’s why I love you, Tia. You boost my morale to the top,” and before their small chit chat turned to hours of catching up with each other, Georgina led her outside the airport where she parked her car.

They’re hitting the main road when Eliza opens up. “How have you been, hija? Does Vincenzo let you step to his precious land?” She let out a laugh, a humorless one.

The Meneses had an azucarera situated in the province of Bacolod. The land was nourished, cultivated for generations, and is now under the supervision of her father, Vicenzo Meneses. And as the sole heiress, he demands her to focus on the family’s business.

So Georgina, being the brat she is, refused to let off her modeling career. And the rift between their relationship grew through the years. Three years, she guesses.

“On special occasions, Tia. Merely on mother’s birthday,” she said truthfully. “He’s as stubborn as me. It may take a decade before he accepts that his unica hija is an international model.”

“It will be soon, darling,” Eliza brush off the few strands of hair and tucked in behind her right ear. “Vincenzo will come along, that’s for sure. Give him time to digest that you’re not the sweet, little princess anymore.” She held her hand, skin the same as her mother’s. The older woman was like her second mother, sweet and caring just like Flor.

“Of course, Tia,” She said, but she never raises her hopes to that.

They ate in a fancy Italian Restaurant before heading to her apartment in Makati. She let her rest for a while because tomorrow will be her flight to Bacolod. Georgina can’t come with her due to prior commitments. Schedule shoots are lined up this week and for the rest of the month.

But before hitting the spotlight, she’ll have her dose of booze as a kickstart. And she’ll have Jade to come with her tonight as she wears her lace string dress and killer heels. She packs another dress and heels for her timid friend before going out of the apartment.

On her way to the Velez mansion, Georgina called Harry, her on-and-off boyfriend for two years. “Baby, fetch us by 7 pm sharp. I’ll leave my car at the Velez mansion.”

“Yes, babe,” Harry answered on the other line before ending the call. She plays her music and sings along to the newest TS song.

And while she’s singing to the top of her lungs, the pimp Harry screwing at the moment was screaming on top of her orgasm.

~*~

Georgina is wasted. A few shots and she’s all red. She raised the glass and threw the contents down her throat and ordered another one. She was all smiles, too giddy and flirty as one guy sat beside her. It’s obvious the guy has a thing for her or so.

Jake Contreras didn’t take his eyes on the half Filipino-half Brazilian model while savoring his glass of vodka at hand. Of course, the known model and socialite will not miss Gregory de Jesus’ invitation at Club 56, he thought. He sat along with his friends slash models at the couch not far from her. His friends practically having the time of their life while he patiently looks at the woman he’d fortunate to know since college.

He needed to stop her. But her warning last shoot kept echoing in his brain that he had to refrain himself from meddling with the affairs of the model. He sighed in frustration. Why does he bother to look after Georgina when she’s off-limits?

Because you care? He fixed his glasses at the thought.

Maybe or maybe not.

Drake sat beside him, eyes him closer. “Nothings gonna happen if you’ll just stare to Miss Brazil, lover boy. Where’s your wit, pare? It’s now the time to use it!” He shook his head.

“I’m not here to babysit her. We’re here to enjoy the party.” Drake clunk their glasses.

“If that’s what you want. But lemme give you a bit of advice,” He drops his arm over his shoulders and point Georgina who’s busy flirting to another guy. “You knew Harry Davis.” Harry Davis was the current boyfriend, an asshole in every sense of the word. “Why don’t you put some sense to her and let’s see where it leads the two of you.”

“I said---“

“Man up, pare!” frustrated, Drake dragged him out of the couch and push him towards her direction. “Don’t be a pussy whipped. Tell the guy ‘Fuck off! Coz she’s off limits!’ Geez! Should I need to elaborate more?”

Not needed anymore as he made his way with long strides to her couch. He’s vision gone red. And he immediately dragged out the guy who’s hand starts massaging her thighs.

“Get out of here because she’s off-limits,” he said firmly. The guy easily backs off. No argument at all. Good.

And now he sat on the couch and faced the surprised Georgina with wide eyes and partly open mouth.

Her expression soured. “What the hell are you doing here, Contreras? Are you fucking stalking me?” Her heart hammered like a piston upon seeing Jake. She inched her way far from him, irritated of course, and not for something else. Something else like relief that he chase away that…guy!

Damn it! She lost count of how many drinks she had ordered. Jade was nowhere to be found so after minutes of dancing with the crowd she settled on the nearest couch. The effects of alcohol started to kick in. When will she ever learn?

A half-smile kicked the edge of his mouth. “I thought it’s the other way. So where’s the boyfriend?” Her breasts rolled pleasingly under her dress and she crossed her legs. Was there any chance she was putting a show on him?

She jerked her chin up, “Probably with Jade. She’s with us.”

“Or probably fucking some whore outside, what do you think?” His brown eyes challenged hers. And damn him from making her tear ducts irritates. She glowered at him.

“Do you think I’m stupid I didn’t know what my ‘boyfriend’ was doing behind my back? Probably you’re thinking why I stay to that asshole when I have every right to leave him?” She ran her tongue over her lip, chewed it a little, suppressing the anger rising inside her. “Now let me get this straight, Jake. Fucking leave me alone!” Tears had definitely gathered in her eyes. Shit!

Pain struck him as he saw the look of vulnerability slid over her. He never missed the tears that formed at her eyes that she immediately wiped out. He never intended to hurt her. Damn! Why it has to end this way?

He stood up, threw some bills on the table, and reached for her hand.

“I’ll take you home. You’re drunk, Georgina.” He said. Georgina shook her head.

It’s either he’s doing some Samaritan deed or he’s just simply horny and he wanted it to vent out on her. No, he can’t. She won’t permit it. She’s not as easy as everybody knew. And she will stand her ground no matter what.

“Read my lips, Contreras,” she said stiffly. “I’m not going home with you or even end up with you in bed. You fuck yourself and leave me. Mind your own business!”

“I’m making you my business, Damn woman!” Jake pulled her for an embrace, tucked her head against his chest. Her hair was soft and he breathed in her scent for seconds until he felt her push back against him, and stand away from him.

“What’s wrong with you?” he asked the same question to himself. What’s wrong with him? He walked a step closer. She stepped back. His eyes fell down to her chest, rising and falling. She’s scared but he won’t pass this once in a lifetime opportunity.

“I don’t know either but you’ll come with me, Georgina. You’ll come with me.”

She’s about to run but he had her back in his arms and he dipped his head and tasted her mouth.

He had it. Finally. The way in.

Georgina closed her eyes as his mouth touched down hers. He delved her lips, tasted all the corner of her sweet mouth, claimed her like he has every right to do so. She fought hard, hands flat on his chest as she tried to push the bastard but he’s simply unmovable. Firm and in control.

She’s stubborn but she had the most sensual lips he had ever tasted. He’s surprised how intense and serious he had gotten. Damn it! But he knew he was telling the truth. She’d become his business since then and it’s officially sealed now. It’s time to let the all-mighty beauty know her rightful place.

Beside him.

He’s just simply breathtaking. He’s consuming her with that deep, extracting kiss. He’s pulling out every ounce of emotion from her she never knew existed. Jake whispers her name against her lips and it scampers her mind, creating images she only knew. She’s so immersed to him Georgina doesn’t know if she’ll ever get off to breathe.

It was mad.

It was passionate.

It can’t be explained in mere terms.

He pulled his mouth back and stared deep into her glazed eyes. He searched her, shared the air she’s drawing in and out. He fucking knew she’s dangerous for him. He felt like a mad man he knew when he’s around her.

Had to take it to the next level

.

Had to taste the vixen that stole her heart.