Chapter 19: Chapter 19
Quote to Remember:
"Then let me kiss you ... to give you my sincerity."
Cassandra Jilonan's ...
Cassandra did not look for the man because she knew he would approach her voluntarily. And her instinct never gets her wrong, the young Silvestre came to them a few days ago after she met Jillian. Wearing his gallant suit and a pair of his tucked black tie and furnished iron slacks he knocked in front of the door of their small shack. His hair is well gelled. A few strands escaped and touched his face. But his face was still imposing because of a new moustache on his face. His jaw looked hard as it always does.
His broad and strong shoulders looked like he could carry a whole bull. The shoulder line of the suit fits so fine with every flex of his arms. Cassandra's eyes also noticed the young man's hands that roamed all over her body. Her hands were already naked, and it felt so warm and relaxing as if his fingers were massaging her. Her breasts, thighs, face, cheeks — almost everything was touched by the young man's fingers. And that includes her virgin slice. The taste of his claiming hand is full of bones that give her a reason to say hello if her condition is still okay. And the veins she forte witnessed in a man how she moaned while moaning every time it thrust a finger inside her.
Before. He knocked one after another and when she opened it, her jaw almost dropped as he threw a smile at her. She leaned on his shoulder and crawled over to give him a very tight hug. She was not even shaken even though she knew her brother and mother were watching them. Surprisingly, Cassandra was also pleased with what she did. The anxiety that had lingered in her mind for the past few days has eased a bit. Jillian's words deliberately tilted her mind a little.
"Son, why don't you just come in here and do this to hug my daughter" Her Mom said. It prepares just a few vegetables from their small backyard.
"Come on mom you're bothering sister's love life" Her brother Carlos frowned as he moved into his room with his notebook. "That's where I'll just finish my assignment inside, your noisy Na'y ... kuya pogi, watch me out." she saw his brother's eyes widen at Jethro. She laughed at what it did.
"For once I was more afraid of your brother than your Mama Cas" the young man smiled as he sat in the single chair.
"Well, you should be hijo. I don't want my daughter to get hurt. I will not let anything bad happen to my children snd even if you are close to us, we still can't help but be careful."
"Don't worry, I won't let you down. I'm not a bad person. If you heard rumours about me, I think only a few of them are true and I am descent towards your daughter." He said. Cassandra smiled at what he said. It seemed serious to her. She did not know if the young man was courting her or not. She only realized one thing and that was that she had already broken down a large wall between the two of them and the young man.
Her mother did not just intervene in the rest of the conversation between the two of them. It topped them with hot and smoky freshly baked bananas and two bottles of soft drinks.
"Why did you suddenly come here to my house Jethro's? Won't your business go bankrupt when you come here with us?"
"I own quite a big asset wherever you go here in the whole province of Negros, sweetheart and my assets are enough to make me swim on money for life. It is not a loss for me to stop here with you to see a beautiful beauty like you. "
"You seem to be getting used to being a bad boy. How many times have you bullied me with the amount of things you say" She smiled, there was a tremor on her cheek at what it told her.
"A guy like me knows when and where to make a lie. And for this instance, I will not sweet talk the woman as beautiful as the flowers I brought today." She was surprised when it suddenly pulled a rose from behind. She love surprises, Jethro bit the rose stem between his teeth and it winked at her, "For you sweetheart a special rose for a special lady."
Cassandra pinched a few strands of hair that were inserted into her reddened cheek. She reached for it with the young man's hand. Brushing off the electricity she felt. Cassandra's senses was condemned and crucified. His veins in the hand revived her sleeping veins in the body. Their fingers parted yet her hands wanted to grasp him more. She wasn't satisfied but she had to separate her hand so that the young man would not notice her longing for it.
"Don't you have a walk today?"
"I had so many things to do sweetheart but I meant to postpone all that."
"For?" Cassandra fumbled. She gapped the rose's stem and brushes her soft skin to it. She looked up at the young man after placing the rose on the adjacent shelf- beside their family picture.
"For you, you are my priority Cassandra. I wanted to see you badly. My conscience doesn't put me to sleep until I see you. Past days had been so hard for me."
Cassandra contains her tipsy feeling. Clouds she feels. "Is that really true Jeth? I mean, I was surprised. I never thought that would be how you would feel and feel for me. Cassandra Jilonan, was just an ordinary woman. No wealth to spare, there is not a single penny to be confessed to your last name. Yet here you are declaring your will to be with me. That is contrary to what I hear about you. "
"Are you saying about my codes here in the province?" She nodded. "Yes I am a womanizer, that’s a fact and I will never deny that allegation. More so, I am also rude like most of my colleagues describe me. But all that changed when I saw and met you Cassandra. I was being condemned and no one can satisfy my feeling anymore other than you. “Her hands darted on his fingers. Voltage surprises her like shocks enough to electrocute her whole being. Her skin's baby hair straightened and glued up as their fingers touch in motion.
It is bad to think and lead what it says. But hearing Jethro's confession to her was a fulfilment and joy. The anxiety that had formed in his chest in recent days had eased. Worried that Jethro would leave her in case Jillian pursued their plans. Jethro gave her the assurance and she felt it deeply from her heart. Maybe all that is needed is to take her to the mansion and introduce her to his parents, just as she wanted.
"But I couldn't be more satisfied Jeth. You know what I want." Her fingers grasp his. She squeezed the veins that bulged in the man's hand. "I wanted to feel the same as yours Jeth. But I am afraid to do so" she said. The fear that awoke in her heart was not because of what people would say when she clung to the young Silvestre. That part she had already prepared. What she fears most is that when she gambles on the heart, the man might not catch her and leave her in the air. Maybe she prefers wealth; her premonition was blocking her from expressing her feelings. She knew from the beginning that it was not part of her plan to fall here. Fall into the burning lust and blasphemy of his lips. From the very start she and her plan were just to stop the wedding and it is not associated with being attracted to the man. But over time she seemed to hesitate. His lips, touches and male harshness were all a complete surprise to her.
She feels insect bites every time his kiss goes lower. They had four encounters already- if she was counting it right- and one almost gave up. Her containment in doing so was her own will. Because if she just forgot what she thought the man might get bored with her when she committed to giving the virgin-cut her inhibitions would have gone wilder and far. There she desperately needed to kiss and crawl with her hands, but she can't let go of the original plan. To set her heart away from the man and only to gain his trust but now it was all the opposite.
"I know you're just holding back Cassandra. And I wouldn't give this day a rest until I erase that from your chest and mind." Jethro palmed her, glued it to the young man's other hand, covered it, and kissed it earnestly. "It’s my duty to gain your trust anymore sweetheart. Dress up, because we are going somewhere." She was stunned. She waited for the proceeding sentence to spit out of her thin naughty lips.
"It's time for you to set foot in the mansion. I want to honour your request and I will never disappoint you."
Cassandra was shocked. Sincerity varnished into his face. She was captured and seemed to be possessed by the spirit of pleasure. Before she could mutter and think things out she clasped her hands behind his nape. Her lips boiling the heat, long enough the distance between them was no more to be measure. Goodness, her mother is in the backyard. Their lips are already touching each other both lips pressing at each other with a unified temperature. Juicy, quirky and playful, adjectives sprung out of her mind- good adjectives. Her hand rubbed against his face, deeply thrusting their lips. The movement were frank, vulgar, and subtle. She could taste his food, the male scent on his lips and the sweet lime that almost poisoned her to the bone.
Gosh, dominance is her sister. She was cupping him. Filling his mouth space, moving like an expert and sweeping him off his feet, and it let her do what he wanted. Jethro's creamy eyes were so distracting and self-tormenting. The way Jethro looked at her and closed his eyes to fill the inhibition was indescribable.
Reaching thru the pace, Cassandra stops her subconscious self. She distanced herself slightly. Their gazes met at each other. Long gone the kiss, yet the flavours mark on her. Before she could ensconce in her seat to stand up and get dressed it gave her a quick kiss on the cheek. She darted. She almost got stiff.
"I'll wait for you." he said to her before she entered the room.
Turban cloth and a satin wore combined. Margarita gave it to her. Red dominates her skin well and to her heels bloody red as well. The laces were off garments at the back. It serves as a binding to tighten the curves of her body. Her breasts were enough to be held in the breast pocket, it was a bit tight so the shape of her breasts popped out. Her shoulder line was emphasized as well, as if only a red thread served as a tie to keep you from falling to the floor. Make-up weren't darker; Margarita taught her that it was not appropriate for her to put on thick make-up when she was wearing that. Her lips were touched with a hint of Maybelline and her hair was laid back tied in a pony but she left a few grains of hair on her face so that the whole look would have legality.
"What do you think?" The young man could not answer immediately. It just stared at her.
"I suppose you like my dress." She smiled.
"I-It's perfect. You look much prettier than prettier. I must say I'm the luckiest." He took her by the hand and kissed her.
When she got out, she found her mother there. She had just finished cleaning the backyard so she was still carrying a broom.
"You're a beautiful child. It's up to you." She said. "Are you leaving, Son?"
"Yes Ma," she seemed gutter at the speed she turned to Jethro as he called her mother. "I wanted to show Cassandra some interesting things."
"All right, be careful. Just take my daughter home later Jethro. You'll taste my punch if she comes home with a scar."
"Yes Ma, I will." The mother went up to the hut first.
"Why are you calling mother like that?" she said with a restrained shiver.
"I just like the ring to it. One more thing, I need to respect the woman who gave birth to this gorgeous lady I see right now." She blushed. She felt a little shocked when he kissed her on the other hand. She thought it was all but there was still a kiss on the cheek and lips.
"Let's go sweetheart." Much to her surprise she was effortlessly picked up by his arm from the stand and bridal carry. Their warm bodies stick together. His shoulders were strong and broad holding her. Hot. She feels very hot. Their breaths were closer than she thought so it was mixing with the air.
"Jethro, I can manage myself." Her protest was long late.
"No you can't I don't want you to get tired. You're wearing heels and its painful walking in this road." It's true again. The highway where his vehicle was parked was still far away. It does not enter the hacienda because of the size of the sugarcane, corn and rice fields.
"What if someone sees us, I mean you."
"Let them see. No one dares to hit me Cas. You know that. Ising and Julio are the only ones in this part of the farm. They're the once in charge in this side."
Oh right she knew it. She was sure the man already knew everything about this land. More so, Jillian also told her that it pays people who see them together to keep quiet.
She did not protest anymore. Then the young man put her next to the driver's seat and then started the car. In a few minutes they were at the entrance of the mansion. It is on the boundary of Libertad Dos and La Pamplona. Just as your Chevrolet was approaching, she could see the large signage where the surname Silvestre was engraved on wood. High walls startled her. An assistant opened a very tall gate. She thought that was the mansion immediately. Another high driveway will be traversed. Outside were acacia trees lined with plants. They were coiled with Christmas lights. Clean landscape grasses and some staff she sees spraying what is on the plants.
"Do you want to smell the air here?" The man lowered the windshield. The air then filled thru the car. She smelled the fragrant, fresh air mixed with the strange fragrance from the flowers that lined the few thousand pots she could see Carnations, Daffodils, Daisies, Tulips, Roses, Malaysian Mumps. The driveway is very fun to watch. She saw those who are in their present stop what they were doing and bowed in front of them.
Jethro stopped the car. He called an old man who immediately approached.
"Pick me the ripest fruit and the best flower; send it to Satur at the mansion."
"Yessir!" It started the engine again and resumed driving.
"Do you love flowers?"
"Not totally, my mother likes them. That's why we have so many flower plants."
"I see." A little while later, a large gate greeted them again. Another maid opened the door. Upon entering, Cassandra was even more overwhelmed. French style mansion startled her. The fountains were not just one but four, flowers are everywhere and the aura of everyone around the house was very expensive- it was just outside. There were trees around decorated with Christmas lights. A pond on her left side filled with water lilies just blooming. And to her right were plants contained in a huge glass container were lights are enough to strike.
Jethro got down first and opened the car door for her.
"Barry, put the car in the garage." followed by what he called an older man.
"Do you like what you see?" She could not answer. Like is lesser than anything. She prefers to say she really loved it. She felt stiffness in the body.
"Don't worry you fit anywhere in this mansion."
The lavish chandelier opened up to her they were just outside. That three storey mansion is white. On each floor there are terraces. On the first floor she could see outside where the tables and chairs. Artificial Christmas trees and large Christmas villages each on each floor, they headed for the gate. The door was huge and especially made from an expensive wood. She couldn't feel the roughness of the wood when she touched it. She could imagine the windows overlooking the vastness of the land the Silvestre owns.
When the door opened, she was even more amazed. The inside was all made of gold — or at least colour gold. The chandeliers, the railings, the vases, the tables and chairs even the sofa is a combination of gold and white. It was very clear. The lounge area where she could see huge sofas, TV and paintings on the walls, the flowers on display in all corners will not go unnoticed.
"Don't be intimidated Cas. It's just a speck." He said. He called one of the servants to bring them something to drink.
"The size of your house is really Jeth. I never imagined I would be coming here all my life. I can only see it in the distance. And it's hard to believe I am now sitting in one of your couches."
"That's what you'd expect from me Cassandra. I have no promises not fulfilled. And I always see to it that I get payments for it." It sidestepped her. It held her hand. Their eyes created a silent dialogue.
"Anyway Jeth. The size of your house it must be so lucky to live here." she noticed a change in his expression.
"Yeah it's nice- but for some reason I would rather live in a small shack rather than living here." Its language is full of resentment towards him. Only now did he see this side of the young man. She wanted to ask the man if the father was here but she stopped. In fact, she wanted to personally see Don Fructose and Donya Trinidad who he only observed in the tabloids.
The maid approached them. It already has a drink and cake in the tray.
"Cassandra. I want you to stay with me. I can bear to live in a small place as long as you are with me. Me and my Mom and you and you're family."
"I don't know Jeth. It's too early to tell. Are you ready to give up everything you have?" He did not answer. But he looks far away. "My Jeth will you be able to live in poverty. You have been living in luxury ever since and I don't know if you can give up that."
If Cassandra was just thinking maybe she immediately accepted his offer to live in his condo unit. But she did not want to, except for the gratitude she did not want to repent, when she lived there he and Jillian would still get married — he had already clarified that. The land will still be sold and she will still serve as kept girl. With his offer now that he wants to keep her next to him. She also wants it. That is a blessing because he is sure that he will destroy his relationship with Jillian if he always insists, otherwise that marriage will not continue and the sale of land will be completed.
But she had a big problem and she thought she had better admit it to herself. Her heart was falling for the young man. If she gambles can she be sure he will stand by her? He hesitated. Maybe he’ll just turn his back on her and leaves her like Julius did. She needs to outsmart him. She will not allow what happened to her and her ex-boyfriend to happen again. So she requested to be taken to the mansion. She wanted to get to know the man and his family better. Whether it is enough to trust what he says to her or is it just like what he says to the various women who have slept with him.
"What is your reason for holding back Cassandra? I will do it!" His voice made her turn back to their conversation.
"I think you aren't ready to do things right yet Jeth ... I still want to know a lot about you." She did not utter the last line.
"Then let me kiss you ... to give you my sincerity." Before she could speak he covered her lips. His kiss wasn't rough. His kiss makes her feel comforted. Their lips were glued and seemed unwilling to part. It gave her peacefulness and calmed her. His lips shouted trust. Her hesitation and doubt earlier seemed to disappear as they took a deep breath.
She moaned a little. Jethro doesn't care about the helpers who can see them. They kissed in the lounge but she also did not want to let go. She tries to get up but his tongue is playing with her, as if he is holding his last strand of sanity so that he cannot get over it.
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"Yeah it's nice- but for some reason I would rather live in a small shack rather than living here." Its language is full of resentment towards her. Only now did she see this side of the young man. She wanted to ask the man if the father was here but her tongue stopped her. In fact, she wanted to personally see Don Fructose and Donya Trinidad who she only observed in the tabloids.
The maid approached them, bringing a drink and cake in the tray.
"Cassandra. I want you to stay with me. I can bear to live in a small place as long as you are with me. Me and my Mom and you and you're family."
"I don't know Jeth. It's too early to count the eggs. Are you ready to give up everything you have?" It did not answer. But it looks far away. "My Jeth will you be able to live in poverty. You have been living you're life in luxury ever since and I don't know if you can give up that." She said.
If Cassandra was just thinking maybe she immediately accepted his offer to live in his condo unit. But she did not want to, except for the gratitude she did not want to repent, when she lived there he and Jillian would still get married — he had already clarified that. The land will still be sold and she will still serve as kept girl. With his offer now that he wants to keep next to it he also wants it. That is a blessing because she is sure that she will destroy his relationship with Jillian if she always insists, otherwise that marriage will not continue and the sale of land will be completed.
But she had a big problem and she thought she had mentioned it to herself. That was her heart falling on the young man. If she gambles can she be sure it will stand for her? She hesitated. Maybe it just turns its back on her and leaves her like Julius did to her. She needs to outsmart her. She will not allow what happened to her and her ex-boyfriend to happen again. So he requested to be taken to the mansion. She wanted to get to know the man and his family better. Whether it is enough to trust what it says to her or is it just like what it says to the various women who have slept with it.
"What is your reason for holding back Cassandra? I will do it!" From the thought it was his voice that shook her so she could return to reality.
"I think you aren't ready to do things right yet Jeth ... I still want to know a lot about you." She did not utter the last line.
"Then let me kiss you ... to give you my sincerity." Before she could speak it covered her lips. His kiss wasn't rough. Your kiss makes her comfortable. Their lips skin were glued and seemed unwilling to part. It gave her peacefulness and calmed her. His lips shouted trust. Herhesitation and doubt earlier seemed to disappear as they took a deep breath.
She moaned a little. Jethro doesn't care about the helpers who can see them. They kissed in the lounge but she also did not want to let go. It looks like a sailing ship. She tries to get up but his tongue is playing with her, as if it is holding her last strand of sanity so that you do not get over it.
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She moaned. Moan again. Moan again. The air they emit is as heavy as NFA rice as the lips separate. But she thought the man was satisfied. Nope, she was wrong. The word "containment" seems to have escaped the young man. It does not run out of energy. Before she could outdo him she was drowned in a kiss- torrid kisses filled her.
Cassandra realized only one thing in that kiss. She let go of the original plan; the plan of seducing the man just to stop the wedding to save the land, now she will focus on something else.
—That is to save Jethro from his wrong decision to marry Jillian. If before, her plan hadn't involved emotional factor: now she wants to save the man to save her heart as well. She will not allow the young man to marry Jillian, if that happens her heart will be crushed in pain. In this stage she has two jackpot prices, she can save the land and she can even snatch Jethro from Jillian. She will look selfish but she has no plans to back down.
She will not take a step the way Jethro wants. Just like living in a condo, that is a good offer but there is a hanging because the marriage can still continue. In a way she knew what she was going to follow. She will stay next to it because she wants to get to know it better. She will stay next to it because she does not want to be separated from it anymore. And she will stay because she already loves it and she does not want to share with Jillian.
Before she drowned even more in his kiss, she was very close to the last thread of sanity when she saw Donya Trinidad. It went down the stairs and looked at them habitually.
She quickly pushed the man away. Shit! She is nervous. Has Donya been standing on the stairs before?