Forbidden: Loving Mr. Alejandro

Cathy's POV.

The loud rock music filled my ears. Seeing a lot of drunk people dancing on the dance floor makes my eyes sore. I am supposed to be in a place where there's peace and a lot of food, not a place where there is a lot of liquor and drunkards. I should wear a beautiful gown and sit on a comfortable chair, not sit on this cold sofa alone and wear this sexy blue dress where a little movement exposes my butt to the people. It's my fault, though. Why am I in this kind of situation? It's because I agreed to come here to celebrate my 18th birthday, which I find so rare. Who in their right mind celebrates their debut at a club? That's only me. Firehot Club is a new club built in the area. It is famous for being huge, wild, and a place for rich customers. Many of the wealthiest business people and celebrities are here enjoying their night. It is crowded with only the richest people, and it's not easy to enter this place. It so happened that my best friend's father is a famous businessman, so we got a chance to join this expensive club.

I kept looking from right to left, hoping to see my best friend. To my disappointment, I didn't see her or even her shadow. I swung my right leg back and forth impatiently.

"Where did she go? It's been 30 minutes already," I whispered, annoyed, looking at the small watch on my right wrist.

I hate being alone and in an awkward position. I see a lot of couples, or maybe some are not couples, being intimate in front of me, on my left and right sides. I feel like I am torturing myself. No one is approaching me, and I hate how people throw glances at me with their unreadable eyes. Are they criticizing me for sitting alone and not moving like a robot?

I can't take it anymore. I roamed my eyes around the corner for the last time before deciding to stand on my seat to look for her. I was about to take a step when my eyes accidentally met the eyes of a very handsome man, the man that I secretly love. My body reflexes were so fast, turning around.

"Wait? Am I not wrong? Is that really him?" I looked crazy asking myself, but I couldn't help it. I blinked a few times before deciding to take another glance in his direction. My eyes widened after confirming that the man was really him. My eyes and mind know who that handsome poker face is very well. My heart started to race after seeing that he was staring straight into my eyes. Oh my goodness. What is he doing here?

I couldn't stare at his eyes for long and had to tilt my head to the side. I did my best to cover my face with my hair, even though I knew it was useless now because he already saw me. We were in trouble.

My hand was shaking as I dug into my purse for my cell phone. I was about to dial my best friend's number when I froze on my spot after feeling someone tap my shoulder. I held my breath for a second and slowly tilted my head to see who it was.

"Are you okay, Cathy?" Alyana asked, confusion very visible on her face. She is my best friend, the lady I had been waiting for ages.

"You scared the hell out of me. Where have you been? I've been looking for you for ages now. Do you know how awkward it is to sit here alone without moving or drinking?" I said, almost yelling at her. She looked at me, as if asking herself if she had done something wrong.

"I don't want to hear where you went because, Alyana, I saw your dad!" I said, emphasizing my last sentence.

I felt really nervous about her dad being there.

"My dad? My dad is on a business trip. I guess you are drunk already. Why would my dad come here?" She said.

"I'm not drunk. I really saw your dad here. We need to go home now," I said, feeling frustrated because she didn't believe me.

"If you don't believe me, then see him with your own eyes. Look, he was there," I said, pointing to the spot where I saw him a while ago, but I furrowed my eyebrows after seeing that the table was now occupied by someone else.

"Wait, what happened? I really saw him there a few minutes ago before you tapped my shoulder," I said, feeling confused about his sudden disappearance.

I was very sure that I saw him. I wasn't drunk because I hadn't sipped any liquor that night. I was busy thinking about where he had gone when Alyana suddenly held my shoulder and chin to meet my eyes. She was looking at me with a serious expression.

"Why are you so afraid of my dad?" She asked with a serious tone.

Time felt like it stopped after hearing that question from her. Alyana had no idea that I loved her dad as a man.

How could I tell her that when he is 15 years older than me and, worst of all, he is her dad? I was pretty sure she wouldn't like it, and she would definitely stop being my friend as soon as she knew my feelings towards her dad. I didn't know where or how it started, but all I knew was that I loved him because every time I saw him, my heart beat wildly, and my mind entertained inappropriate thoughts. I couldn't look directly into her eyes. My eyes were busy looking around as my mind was occupied with finding an answer to her question.

"I-I'm worried he will scold you," I said, stammering. I pinched my palm, wishing she wouldn't notice how strange I am tonight. My heart feels at ease after I see her smile looking at me.

Cathy's POV.

"He won't do that. I'm an adult now. Come on, it's time for your gift. A hot and rare gift, to be exact," she said, wearing her naughty smile.

"I don't like that smile, Alyana," I said to her. I could feel with her smile that danger was coming towards me. She is the queen of pranks.

"Don't you worry. My gift won't harm you. In fact, it will make you a woman. This is your first time, and you will never forget about it," she said, winking at me.

I don't know what kind of gift she has for me, but through her words and that naughty wink, I slightly have an idea in my head. This naughty woman.

"Let's go," she said with a hint of excitement in her voice.

I don't have a choice but to follow behind her. I don't want to be assumptive, but with every step we take, I can't help but notice that a lot of owls are staring at us. I try to shake my head with those thoughts and focus my eyes in front. Alyana is so confident walking in her sexy dress, not minding those people who make weird noises. We headed up to the third floor and stopped after we reached the door. It was the color red. The third floor is kind of mysterious; every door here has a different color. I turned around planning to ask her what we were doing here when she just motioned for me to get inside.

"I won't get inside until you tell me what we are doing here?" I asked firmly. All I want is my safety tonight.

"Come on, girl, don't you trust me?" She asks, pouting her lips.

"I trust you, but not tonight," I said.

"I promise you that you will get out of here safe and sound. No one will harm you, but you will enjoy my birthday gift for you. Stop having second thoughts and just trust me. You can smack me or take whatever revenge you are going to do with me tomorrow if my present harmed you and didn't make you feel good. Do we have a deal?" She said, extending her arm.

I observed her for a second and realized that she was serious. She may be bad sometimes, but not to the point that she will harm me, unlike someone I knew from kindergarten.

"Fine. That's a deal," I said, reaching for her hand and hugging her.

"It's my gift. Please accept it," she said gently as she caressed my back.

I distanced myself and opened the door to get inside when she held my arm before I could step inside.

"Enjoy, darling. I will be waiting for your call tomorrow," she said and didn't forget to wink at me before she walked away.

I breathed deeply a couple of times before I pushed my legs inside. The first thing I noticed was the color of the light inside this room was the same color as the door. I closed and opened my eyes, trying to adjust my vision here. I thought I would go to see my present after I stepped inside that room, but I didn't see it. I looked around, but I didn't see a box or anyone there. I busied myself with my eyes and memorized every detail inside this room. It's a very spacious room, neat, and not too much furniture inside, just a queen-sized bed, a mini table with a chair, a 32-inch flat screen, large curtains covering the glass wall, and two other doors inside this room. But there is one thing that caught my eye, and I feel so strange looking at it. There are four big mirrors placed in each corner of the room.

"What's the purpose of these mirrors?" I asked, feeling confused.

"She said, he is waiting. Who is he? Where is he?" I asked, heading to the bed and immediately throwing my body on it. I guess she got me in the wrong room. It's better to enjoy this soft and comfy bed first before I stress myself about that gift. I closed my eyes, leaving myself to be swallowed by the darkness.

I don't know how many hours I've been sleeping in this comfy bed, but I woke after I was thirsty. I stretched my arms as I slowly pulled my body to sit down. My feet were about to touch the floor when I saw a human figure sitting on the chair across the bed.

"WAHH!!!! GHOST!!!!!" I yelled so loudly. I didn't think twice and immediately ran, heading to the door, when I heard his voice before I could twist the doorknob.

"It's me, Cathy," he said.

A very familiar voice passed through my eardrums. I turned around quickly just to confirm that I was not crazy about hearing that voice. I covered my mouth with my hands after confirming that it was really him. After adjusting my eyes, I could fully see his face and figure. I'm so crazy about thinking he is a ghost. Then, I'm not wrong seeing him on the first floor a while ago.

"A-Alejandro?" I said his name, stammering. Is he going to scold me?

"What are you doing here?" I asked, trying my best to control my trembling body. I'm so nervous right now.

"I should be the one asking you that. What are you doing in my playroom?" He asks back.

"W-What? Your playroom?" I really need a doctor for stammering so much in front of this man.

"You are not deaf and not blind either. Look around to see for yourself what kind of room this is, Cathy," he said with his deep voice.

I'm not that innocent about that kind of thing. Sometimes I watch movies that are not suitable for people under 18 and read a lot of books that make my pussy wet. If this is his playroom, is he into something like daddy's stuff?