Beg me, Professor

Everyone was happy. They were drinking and congratulating the soon to be husband—Zachary Villarreal.

He was sitting on a six-seater sofa while his friends were next to him. I couldn't decipher his emotions because, since I watched him, his face was only serious. It's his stag party today. It was three weeks before the wedding, but his friends had already prepared this at his condo.

I smirked when I saw how his eyes flushed because of the alcohol. The way his long lashes moved slowly against the light, I knew he was already drunk.

"We have a surprise for you," his friend from his left uttered, and he let out a loud laugh.

Based on my knowledge, he's Thelmo—one of the groom's closest friends. He's the one who prepared the party for tonight.

The other boys quickly cheered, as if they immediately understood what the speaker was referring to. Zachary slowly shook his head with a smile on his face; it was as if he wasn't willing for his friend's surprise.

"Three weeks from now, you'll be tied to your wife, dude," Thelmo urged.

The edges of my lips just lifted. I knew that Zachary was a womanizer, as did his friends. I had often seen his other friends change women before.

Well, womanizer or not, I would make him tempted.

They continued drinking for a few more minutes until his friends finally bid goodbye to each other. Thelmo laughed at Zachary as he pointed to the guest room where I was and sneaked a peek at them. Zachary kept shaking his head and telling Thelmo to bring me home, but his friend ignored him and left the condo.

Zachary couldn't do anything else but massage his temples. Later, I saw him facing in my direction—toward the guest room. I quickly moved away from the door and sat on the bed. I'm waiting for him to enter, even though I don't know if he will come to me.

I adjusted the red lingerie I was wearing as well as the black mask that covered half of my face. I don't know if Zachary can recognize me, but it's good to be sure. My plans can't be ruined.

Few seconds later, I heard his footsteps outside. I sat up straighter and assumed a more seductive position. Zachary went through the door as it slowly opened. Without glancing at me, he undid his tie, as if he didn't want to entertain me at all.

"You can leav—" his words were cut off the moment his eyes landed on me.

He looked at me for a moment. I could clearly see how he was stunned and then slowly swallowed. I remained in my position, not doing anything or saying anything.

"Do I know you?" he asked, brows furrowed.

Very well-known.

I just clenched my jaw and slowly shook my head. As much as I wanted to say something, this was not the right time. I had to feel whether he recognized me or not.

He licked his lower lip and walked near me. His eyes never left me. I don't know if he's checking me out because of how I look or if he's checking me out because I am familiar. Once again, his throat moved.

"Fuck..." he murmured a curse and ran his fingers through his hair. "I'm really drunk," he added while shaking his head.

I showed a lot of restraint, just by not rolling my eyes. Instead of waiting for him to act, I voluntarily took off my clothes. His jaw tensed up as he watched me slowly getting naked while still sitting on the bed.

Even though I could sense a hint of lust in his eyes, his expression was stern. He seemed to be holding back even though he was really affected by my presence. I was secretly smirked because of that.

"Stop," he uttered hoarsely when I was about to pull my underwear off my foot.

I looked up at him. I have already stripped off. I thought he stopped me, so I wouldn't continue whatever I was going to do, but I didn't expect him to slowly kneel in front of me.

I caught my breath when his hand reached my foot. His fingers sensually ran through my skin and slowly pulled off the remaining fabric. After that, he raised his gaze at me.

Lust.  That's all I could see in his eyes.

"You got paid for this, so I'll make the most of it," he said, and his hands traveled to my knees.

I secretly smiled.

Yeah, Zachary. Prove what an asshole you are.

I spread my legs, exposing my womanhood, and put both of my hands on the bed to support my weight. "You have the entire evening to enjoy me," I started speaking.

His throat moved again, and then he shifted his gaze to my feminity. His jaw tightened with his heavy breathing. From my knee, his hand moved slowly up my thigh.

I could feel his hand slightly trembling. I almost smirked because of that.

I had no other feeling for the man in front of me other than hatred. Lust? Affection? I didn't have any of it. I just wanted to have sex with him.

"It will be a rough night. I'm warning you," he said hoarsely as he locked eyes with me for a moment.

I smiled at him and then took his hand, which was close to my womanhood. "I'm prepared," I stated, and put it on my mound.

His jaw clenched. His eyes darkened as well as he stared back at my femininity. Without further ado, he started moving his thumb on my collar. My lips parted involuntarily, and I closed my eyes in sensation because of what he did.

Yes, I don't like him. I also don't lust over him. But to make this plan work, I should accept the desire wholeheartedly.

I spread my thighs even more, causing him to curse one after another. "You like it?" he asked, amused.

I didn't say anything and tried to put his voice out of my mind.

I let out a low moan as his thumb continued to play with my cl-toris while his other finger teased my entrance. There, I felt myself gradually getting wet. I admit, he's good. 

My body finally collapsed when he inserted a finger inside my mound. I felt a little discomfort, but it's manageable. It's been what? Two years since my last intercourse.

Zachary started moving his finger in and out at a slow pace, making my moans echoed all over the room. He did that for a few seconds till his pace accelerated. After some time, he pulled my waist closer to the corner of the bed.

"Hnnghh . . ." I moaned under my breath when I felt his mouth on my womanhood.

He explored my wetness from my labia, clitoral area, and vulva. He's lapping, sucking, and tongue-fvcking me. I couldn't stop holding his hair while my thighs were now resting on both of his shoulders. His tongue-thrusts became more intense. Exploring my whole will and driving me crazy. I quickly felt my belly twist as he mercilessly worshiped my cunt.

Another flick of his tongue, and I finally reached my peak. I let out a long moan. My knees trembled. My body suddenly became weak. Zachary didn't stop lapping my mound until I ran out of my release.

When he was finally satisfied, he carefully removed my legs from his shoulders and then crawled on top of me. He looked at me again. He was about to touch the mask I was wearing when I quickly tilted my head.

"It's not in the contract," I said simply.

"I'll pay," he replied.

He was still staring at me. I avoided my face so that he wouldn't recognize me completely. Not now.

"Don't worry. I'll reveal my face later . . ." I paused and slowly moved my hand at his arousal. "After doing it," I added sensually.

Zachary shut his eyes as he heaved a deep breath. It was as if my touch on his manhood was scorching.

"Damn," he murmured and crashed his lips against mine.

Shocked. I almost lost my breath at that moment. I felt my heart racing. Excitement? Yes. Because I knew my plan was going well.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back. I was almost out of breath. There was a thrill in each of his kisses that was obviously searching.

"Ohhh . . ." My lips were very loose from Zachary when his hand touched my chest, and he alternately massaged it.

His lips trailed from my jaw down to my neck until he finally reached my tits. I was tightly clinging to the bedsheet as he massaged and sucked on my breasts at the same time. Take turns. Back and forth.

I haven't been able to follow what else he's doing. I just came back to my senses when I felt his shaft grinding against my entrance. In anticipation of him penetrating me, I gripped him firmly.

He let out a soft grunt as his length finally slid in, while I closed my eyes tightly as I arched my back on the bed. His body was slightly lifted from me while his hands were focused on both sides of my head.

He's huge. There was a little pain, but it quickly disappeared when he started to thrust.

"Fuck . . ."  I heard him murmur between his rough pounds.

Zachary looked up slightly, and I could clearly see in my blurred vision the appearance of the veins on his neck. His face was also red, and he was obviously enjoying what we were doing today. I also gradually lost my passion every time he entered inside me. He fvck me carelessly. Very full, and I could hardly feel the pull of his manhood because of the speed of his thrusting.

I bit my lower lip when I felt my tummy twisting again. Zachary groaned when my walls hugged his hugeness for my upcoming release. He kept pounding like a beast; it's like he really wanted to trigger my peak.

"Hmmnngh!"  I finally exploded when he pressed and slightly moved his length inside me.

My toes curled up. I could still feel my release even though he was still inside and thrusting in and out again. My mouth parted as I let out another moan when he sucked my breast and deeply buried his manhood. I felt him throb inside me as he reached his peak.

We were both out of breath afterwards. He stayed inside me even after he was done coming out. He was lying on my top but was careful not to get me uncomfortable.

"Damn. I can't get enough of you," he uttered.

I was shocked when he rose and fixed my legs, parting them more so he could thrust swiftly. I moaned and grunted constantly as he started to take me again. I thought he'd stop after doing it a second time, but I was wrong. I can't count how many times we did that; all I know is that the sun was almost setting when he stopped fvcking me.

My lips curled into a smile as I watched him sleep. I didn't leave his side. I took off the mask I was wearing and then lay down properly, not bothering to cover my body.

I should rest. Later today, there will be a fascinating show. Thinking about that made me sleep peacefully.

"Have a good day, Zachary," I murmured before finally failing into oblivion.

*** 

"HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO ME!" A loud scream woke me up from my deep sleep.

Even though I'm tired, I can't help but smile, and I can feel the person next to me quickly turn rose because of what I heard.

"Fvck," I heard him utter.

I slowly opened my eyes. Zachary was running his fingers through his hair as he glanced at the woman who was now standing at the door. I could clearly see the redness in her eyes from anger and pain.

"Eunice," Zachary called his fiancee's name.

 I slowly got up. Eunice, my so-called half sister, dropped her mouth open as she stared at me. She blinked several times as if she couldn't believe what she was seeing. Because of it, Zachary, my ex-boyfriend, started to pay more attention to me.

From the corner of my eyes, I saw how his jaw clenched. If last night it was because of my body, today it's because he didn't expect me to be the one he fucked. I badly wanted to smile because of that.

Unbothered by their stares, I slowly picked up the comforter and covered my naked body with it. When I finished, I turned my eyes to my sister and smiled. I didn't pay attention to the man next to me, who was silently watching me.

"Good morning, sister." I almost puked after saying the last word. "It's good to see you again," I added and grinned devilishly.

"You are shameless," she said with trembling lips.

I acted surprised by what she said. "Come on, Eunice. Is this how you welcome me?" I said it sullenly. "Look, can't we have a good greeting first? You know... I'm a bit tired now, eh?" I continued looking at Zachary. "Your fiance made me so . . . exhausted."

"Do you think you can destroy our marriage? Is this why you're doing this?"

My focus turned to her again. We stared at each other for a second. She gave a mocking laugh and shook her head incredulously.

"You haven't changed at all, Atasha," she snorted.

I stood up with the blanket wrapped around my body. Without asking, I went to Zachary's closet and picked one of his oversized t-shirts. I also chose shorts there and then got dressed in front of them without caring. After dressing myself, I then turned to look at my sister. Zachary was still sitting on the bed with his boxers on.

"Eunice, you are too much of an overthinker," I said and laughed a little. "Destroy it? Can't I just miss my ex?" I smiled mockingly.

"How dare you?!" She quickly came to me and gave me a slap.

I didn't move from my place and smiled. "What? Isn't this normal? I thought it was okay for us to share. You know, like before."

Her face immediately lost color. She looked at Zachary for a moment, who was still staring at me seriously. I wanted to raise an eyebrow at him, but I was more interested in my sister right now.

"Get out," she ordered me as she pointed to the door.

I chuckled. "Chill. I didn't come here to fight with you. Like I said . . ." I licked my lower lip and bent forward to whisper. "I just want to sleep with your fiance." 

My eyes landed on her fisted hands. It was like she wanted to hit me again, but she didn't because she wanted me to leave. I simply patted her on the shoulder and then went to the bedside table where my bag was.

Before I left, I looked back at Zachary and smiled. "I had fun. Thank you for making me... ahmm... satisfied?"

His jaw tightened again. "Why did you come back?" he asked.

I stood in front with my bag hanging on my arm. I hummed and acted, thinking as I played with my hair. Later, I shrugged my shoulders and laughed.

"Well, I was not informed that it is forbidden to return to my own country." I shook my head and then laughed. "Why? Are you bothered by my return? Hmmm... don't tell me, you really intend to forget me? Like I never existed, is that it?" I raised an eyebrow and stared at Zachary.

"Your face is thick. Who do you think you are for us to care about?" Eunice replied.

I snorted and held my chest, pretending to be hurt by what she said. "You're terrible, Eunice, as if I'm not your sister. I'm your older sister, remember?"

She scoffed. "Get out, Atasha. Don't act like we're good siblings."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. When I recovered, I looked at her seriously and then walked closer to her. Just like a while ago, I bent slightly to whisper in her ear.

"Yeah, you're right. No sister can kill her own nephew," I murmured, loud enough for her to hear.

I felt her heavy breath and met my eyes. "You came back to take revenge?" she said boldly, seemingly challenging.

I smirked and dramatically tapped her shoulder. "Don't mind me, sister. Don't get nervous. It's just me, Atasha." I chuckled. "Your wedding is coming soon. The bride should not be stressed."

Her face became more irritated. Furious. I want to laugh again, but my laughs and smiles are enough.

I walked away from her and then walked toward the door. Before I went out, I looked at both of them and smiled.

"Anyway, congratulations on your upcoming wedding," I stated, grinning evilly. "I really hope the best for both of you." Then I finally exited the room.

As if I'm going to let that happen.

 

MY BODY was physically tired, but I'm still energized. Ever since I left Zachary's condo, the excitement I feel for my plan has intensified. I'll ruin them all. I will make sure of it.

"You're here," Aireen, my roommate slash friend, said when she saw me sitting on the couch.

She just came out of her room, carrying her laptop. She sat down on the other side of the couch and watched me intently. She raised her legs and crossed them over the chair. It's like a yoga position.

"What?  Was it a success?" she asked.

I just shook my head with a small smile on my lips. "Am I still going to slouch?" I replied arrogantly.

The other side of her lips lifted, and she presented her laptop to me. "You're now enrolled."

"Thanks," I said, looking at my school form.

She raised her brows at me dramatically. "You know I don't accept thank-yous. I ordered some food; you'll pay for that."

I just smiled and then gave her my bag. "My phone is there; you'll take care of it," I said as I got up to get dressed in my room.

It's been three days since I got back from America. Aireen has been my only friend since then. She also served as my eyes and ears here in the Philippines.

"How are you after meeting them? Are you... okay?" she carefully asked me as I was about to walk away.

I looked at her without emotion. "I will never be okay until I ruin all of them, you know that," I answered, leaving her alone on the sofa.

I let out a sigh as I entered my room. I went straight to my suitcase, which I still haven't unpacked to this day. I carried it to the bed and opened it. I smiled bitterly when a photo of an ultrasound flashed before me.

My baby . . .

The corners of my eyes started to water. Even before I burst into tears, I immediately calmed myself down, carefully took the photo, and looked at it.

"Guess what, baby?" I started talking to the picture. "Mommy is going to school tomorrow," I added, chuckling.

I stared at it for a few minutes until my eyes focused on another photo. I clenched my fist and took it, shaking. It's Zachary in his professorial attire.

"It's not enough to just break their relationship. That's not enough payment for what they did to you," I promised sharply, then crumbled the photo. "I promise, I will make them all live the same miserable life as ours."

I closed my eyes tightly as anger filled my chest. The memory comes back to me of when they deprived me of being a mother to my own child. Memory where they killed my soul with my baby.