She brushed his arm atrociously, taking her time to seat in his lap that tensed, and she knew, this manner was very foreign to him that he jumped upon it. Still, he persisted shutting his eyes shut which he decided from the moment she had danced seductively, a minute ago, refusing to see her almost naked body. Yet, it only made her want to tease him more, tempt him, until finally, he lay his deep set of charcoal eyes on her which she saw only once before this encounter.
"Look at me," she told him in a soft whisper, cupping his cheek, forcing him to face her. But still, he refused.
'What a wild beast!' she thought, almost aggregated, but it challenged her on how to tame him.
But who would be able to tame a man who had pledged himself to serve the Lord?
She provocatively grinded on his lap, and a smirk formed on her lips after receiving a restrained moan from the man who evidently been slowly melting on this torturing seduction. His appearing veins, tensed body, hard breathing and rapid heartbeat which was too loud to be heard by anyone's ears told her how his body was responding to the pleasure she's providing him. Not to mention the bulged she'd seated on.
Caressing his prominent cheekbone down to his neck which hardened upon the warm touch, she placed her lips too close to his left ear that in the moment she spoke, it was brushing against it, sending shivers to the man.
"You're..."she whispered."...hard."
The man's eyes finally fluttered open, meeting her peanut eyes masked in blue shade of contact lenses she managed to wear before deciding to agree upon this event. His eyes in the color of the night reflected horror which confirmed her statement.
She knew seducing this man was a heinous crime. She knew tempting him would definitely bring her directly to hell after. She knew wanting him would be the greatest mistake she'll ever do among those big ones before.
But who could stop her? To seduce this alluring man who in months later, would be a priest, serving his God...
7 Days Ago...
At Laurent International Airport, 2017, a day before Christmas, a young man arrived with a smile upon the warm greeting of his so-called home.
"Matt!" called a bass voice and he immediately spotted the man who owned it. It was his cousin Vior who stood proudly among the crowd with his proud chest and muscled arms. Dressed in a tight white shirt that wrapped his whole body, Matthew couldn't help but grin seeing that almost all of his cousins were there with the same outfit. They almost look like some goons in movies, except that they're wearing white shirts instead of black.
Alejo men were these type who were tall and well-build and this runs in every genes of male member of their family. Of course it includes him.
"Hey!" Matthew runs over to the waiting area and hugged everyone of them. Some of them tapped his back.
"Still the gay in the family huh?" teased Ryu, who gave him a high-five and took his suitcase. They laughed upon the reminiscence of their old joke on him, since in them, only Matthew was the one who was still as what they branded as "pure".
"Or...maybe, you've already found some pretty lass out of this city and..." All of them laughed, receiving curious yet amazed glances from the spectators around them. Not that their appealing looks were enough to make necks turn to them.
Matthew just smiled slightly though personally didn't enjoy such jokes, believing women must not be treated as such.
"Matthew!" was a shriek that caught their attention, dispersing the giggles from the recent joke and from the crowd, out of the entrance, was Argus Santiago. His childhood friend.
"Another gay comes in," Dan whistled playfully and Matt almost burst out laughing, noticing the banner Argus was holding above his head. It was a large printed tarpaulin of his face back two years ago when he was last here in the city with bold letterings saying," WELCOME HOME MATTHEW ALEJO-THE GAY IN ALEJO BLOODLINE!"
"You're still late as always bro," Matt grinned tapping his back but his friend probably had missed him much that he had pulled him into a tight embrace. This action received comments from his cousins such as 'yucks' and 'iwws',mimicking soft voices belonged to woman.
Still, it was both the least of their concerns.
"And always still the most beautiful man," Argus added that made them both laugh. When they separated, they were eyed suspiciously by their companions, not of real suspicions but to tease them since they were already aware of this deep bond between the two that started even from their birth. An unbelievable coincidence was that both of them were even birthed in the same day and place.
"You know, we're making a scene here. We better get our ass of here," he added and it was when Matt meandered his eyes around that he noticed how they were being watched by almost everyone.
"You shot it right man!" Vior fist bumped with Argus and they all started walking away from everyone's watchful eyes. Some even was capturing with their phones and this wasn't new to them.
As big and as wide as their business in the city, there probably was only a handful of people in the city who doesn't knew them. If you talk about power and influence in this city, Alejos were one of the families on top of the list.
The group of five tall, tanned and handsome men walked with proud mien as they exited in the airport, catching almost everyone's not just eyes but also, hearts. They were a breath taking sight. Well, not for Argus.
For unlike the men in his either sides, he was the complete opposite of them. Them, the Alejos, was the type of men who were manly in nature whereas, him wasn't. He seemed out of place in this group. Not that he wasn't good looking enough. In fact, he had boasted his alluring face for ages but he was just uncontented with his femininely handsomeness, pale skin and lean figure.
'But who cares! I am still the most beautiful man!' he hissed inside his head and there goes his grin plastered in his lips.
Matthew Alejo, who was in the middle beside his friend couldn't stop his smile and excitement when finally, they had exited the building and he consumed the air of home. Though the season must be cold, the weather here in Aciga City would always be the same fiery hot. Good thing it was an island that it was perfect for the weather to enjoy.
The bustling city welcomed him once again. Aciga City was named as City in an Island, and the wholeness of it was the one who captured his heart.
"Wait for us Matt! You might get lost," he heard Ryu shouted, grinning at him.
It was only by then that he had walked ahead of them, almost giddy. When he turned to stop, he saw his cousin's and friend's smile and he reciprocated it with his signature smirk.
" Good, I'm home again, "he sighed in relief. But would he be able to utter it again? Not until the evil plan laid before his arrival was executed by his naughty cousins.
He never sensed danger behind those grins.
" Aren't they a hot fellas? " Snow almost jumped with Lily's whisper too close in her ears that it tickled her as well as jolted her.
She placed the phone on the small table and continued brushing her long black hair in front of her rectangular mirror attached in the mahogany dresser. Though it looked vintage, it's beauty was obscured by it's oldness and lack of maintenance, that some dirt tainted the glass and spiders webs on some corners.
"They were the Alejo men, popular in the city for being filthy rich and handsome bachelor. Got millions of followers in Instagram and of course I was one of them! You know what, Snow? You know-"
"You know what, Lily?" she interrupted, raising a brow on her on the mirror. "If I were you, I would be scrubbing my shit of a make up out of my face and bath at least once a day. You know why you were cheated by Erwin? Because you stink like a pig!"
Lily, though aware it was a joke, rolled her eyes and marched out of her friend's room loudly.
But Snow didn't meant it as a joke. She only thought it was the only thing that would keep her friend away for the mean time. At least now as she turned her eyes back on the phone her friend left, laying on the old table full of unkept paper, magazines and children books.
The picture of a group of men, all dressed in white, at BIA was still displayed on the screen. Well except the one who was in the middle dressed in light blue long-sleeves curled up to its elbow, paired with black six pocket short pants and rubber shoes. All of the six men were smiling but the man's smile was different among.
Snow placed her hand on her chest. Feeling it in a moment, then sighed disappointedly.
She still felt nothing.