3

Hearing what he said got me excited. I don’t need to ask him what we’re going to do because it’s obvious as hell.

I immediately prepared my late dinner after we talked. Even though I keep on telling myself that I should have the upper hand in this arrangement, sometimes, I still can’t help it whenever he talks dirty or he’s being too bossy. I kind like that side of him.

Maybe that’s one of the reasons why he’s the best lover that I had. The past ones just can’t seem to arouse me as quick as he can before we fuck. While with Ford, just thinking about him, I get wet in a second.

The next day, I met with my best friend, Sari, to catch up before my schedule in Valenzuela.

“Six months of fucking, Ami. When was the last time you were with someone that long?” She looked at me with wide eyes while she puffs the smoke from her cigarette.

“Just Ford,” I answered quickly.

Sari shake her head.

My lifestyle isn’t as bad as it sounds like. I wasn’t a slut, I’m just open in my sexuality. Well, that’s what I kept on telling myself. I don’t do multiple partners and so far, Ford’s just the third exclusive partner I had.

I don’t do relationships and commitments. I got traumatized from the first and last relationship I had when I was just eighteen. That was one of the most painful things that happened so as much as possible, I don’t want to experience it again.

“I think you really still have feelings for the guy.”

I choked when I heard what she said. “O-of course not!” I protested, wiping my mouth.

She laughed. “First love never dies.”

“Wow. Coming from you.” I said in a sarcastic tone.

Kuya Argos is Sari’s, first love. Before they even meet personally, she already got the hots for my brother. And I learned about it when we’re already best friend. When they became an item even though I know that Kuya Argos still haven’t moved on from Ate Via, I felt happy somehow. I was thinking that maybe, there can be a chance, even a little, that Sari will make Kuya Argos forget.

But the moment that Ate Via came back, I hated it when Kuya Argos dropped Sari like a hot potato. I know he loves Ate Via but what he did was wrong. I know how Sari was hurt.

It’s been a year since it happened and I am happy to see Sari is healing. The first few months were messy for her. She wasn’t suicidal, but she became really thin because she cannot eat properly.

That’s what love brings you. A broken heart. It leaves you vulnerable, weak and there’s nothing you can do about it. And it’s exactly the same reason why I don’t want commitment. It’s painful, bitter and you’re the one on the losing side.

“Honey, unlike you, I am not denying that I still love your brother. Another thing, it’s only been a year since he dumped me.” She shrugged her shoulders and puffed from her cigarette again.

Sari’s actually better in moving on than I did way back. But then, maybe, it’s because I was young and innocent back then. And I wish I wasn’t. Oh, how I wish.

“I’m not hiding anything. I don’t feel anything with Ford anymore. Lust, maybe. But you can’t blame me. That guy has talents in bed aside from having a god-given tool. You know what I mean.”

Sari chuckled. “Is he really that good?”

“Yep.” I said proudly.

“Fine. But I’m telling you, I don’t believe that you already moved on. One of these days, you’re going to tell me I’m right.” She even winked at me.

I sighed. “You’re crazy.”

“I just know you well.”

After catching up with Sari over coffee, I met with Kelly in Cubao. From there, we booked a car to Valenzuela. We arrived earlier than the scheduled time as usual.

“How’s my favourite girl?” Stan welcomed me with a wide smile. He’s a counselor in that city and he’s the one who invited me aside from the reason that I am also an endorser of Flawless, which is one of the biggest beauty brands in the country,

He pulled me in for a hug and he kissed me on my cheeks. He’s still using the same perfume.

“Better. How about you?” I answered smiling back.

“Doing good. Is it traffic?” He put his hand at my back and ed me to the backstage venue while Kelly’s just walking at the back.

I was wearing a smile white backless summer dress and I just let my hair down. I only have my pearl necklace and pearl earrings as my accessories.

“A bit,” I answered casually while looking around for a familiar face I can talk to later.

Instead, Stan came closer and whispered, “I’m free later if you are,”

I can’t help but to smirk. Stan’s actually my first sexual partner. He was the one who made me realize the wonders of being open to my sexuality. He’s good. Best, actually, if not for Ford. But I had to let him go.

Let’s just say that even though we are very compatible when we’re in bed, it’s the opposite when we’re not horny for each other. He’s nice. A little naughty bit he’s just too nice. And passive.