One Night with a Stranger

Yesha's POV.

"Are you breaking up with me?" I asked, my voice trembling.

He'd invited me to meet him that afternoon and decided to meet me in a nearby park near my office, and I just arrived when he dropped the words I had heard before.

"I'm not breaking up with you, Yesha, but I think we need some space from each other," he said, and honestly, some of his words didn't register in my mind, only a few that I was so used to hearing.

His exact words were cool off, which is a gentler way of saying that we should break up, split, or do anything else people use when they don't want to be with their partner.

After our very short talk, he just left me here in this park, alone and crying my heart out. I didn't even care about the sympathetic and curious looks I was getting from those people around; they could gossip about my misery all they wanted, and I couldn't care less!

Why should I care what they think or say when I was hurting so freaking much?

To be honest, I had been expecting this breakup for a long time, and I know why Brix decided to end things with me: I couldn't give myself to him.

I can't bring myself to agree to have sex with him. I'm not sure why I can't give myself to him or my previous boyfriends.

I was anticipating him leaving me after being in a relationship for a long time, and I still couldn't find the determination to agree to his demands and needs.

Still, I was hoping that he would be different from the other guys, but I guess I was wrong.

Men couldn't last without having sex; that's the painful realization I learned because of my relationships.

I'm not sure how long I remained in that park, lamenting over my breakup with Brix, but after calming down, I decided to leave and go straight home. There was nothing I could do; Brix wasn't going to come back and take back what he just said.

When I got home, I tried to focus on other things so I wouldn't think about Brix, but no matter what I did, I found myself spacing out and thinking about my failed relationship.

At this point, we've been dating for over a year. We were set to celebrate our first anniversary as a couple in June, but he dumped me just weeks before it was meant to happen.

"God! HELP! I don't know what I should do." I cried in a loud voice.

"Shut your pie hole!" Someone yelled from the first floor of our house.

Oh, that is my mom, by the way.

By the way, my name is Ayesha Santillan, but my friends and colleagues call me Yesha.

I am half-Filipina, half-British, and 22 years old, so I appear slightly different from a typical Filipina.

I have brown hair that is an inch longer than my shoulders and hazel brown eyes with long eyelashes, which some say are my most attractive features. I have a straight nose, which gives me the appearance of being snobbish, and kissable red lips that don't need lipstick.

I'm 5'7 tall, and people kept telling me that I could be a model or a beauty queen if I wanted to, but that's not how I roll.

I'm merely a simple, innocent girl from the Philippines who dislikes being in the spotlight.

Forget about my father if you're going to ask about me; I haven't seen or heard from him.

The bastard, according to my mother, quickly returned to his country after getting my mom pregnant, neglecting all his responsibilities.

The jerk abandoned his child in the care of a poor and helpless woman, allowing her to endure the full weight of the responsibilities that both of them should be carrying.

Fortunately, my mother was a fighter and was able to raise me on her own.

I was still a virgin at 22 years old, having been in four... No, there have been five failed relationships since Brix broke up with me for the same reason.

I was not ready to have sex with them, or perhaps the reason why was because of what happened to my mother, and I didn't want to go through what she went through being a single mom.

I don't want to get pregnant out of wedlock and raise a child without a spouse on whom I can rely.

I know what it's like to grow up without a father, and I don't want my future child to go through what I went through.

My mom hasn't entertained any suitors and has just focused on me since I was born; even though I remember several men trying to charm her, I believe she was still waiting for my biological father to return as if it were going to happen.

To return to my problem, I still believe that a relationship may work even if there is no sex, but I guess I was mistaken because all of my boyfriends wanted to have that kind of interaction.

I suppose all guys are like that, and the only guys who don't want to have sex with their girlfriends are usually closeted gays who got into a relationship with a girl to conceal their true identity.

"Shit! I muttered quietly after failing terribly at not thinking about Brix.

So, instead of staying home and wallowing in self-pity, I went to see my best friend Julia and asked if she'd want to go to the mall with me.

Julian and I have been friends since elementary school, and she is well-versed in the melancholy details of my life, from my loutish father to my failed romantic relationships.

In our second year of high school, when we were attending a public school close to our home, I realized our friendship would never be broken.

"Juls, I have something to tell you," I stated solemnly, as she was busy looking for cute guys.

"What do you want, Yesha? Can't you see I'm busy?" she asked irritably without even looking at me.

I resolved to tell her the truth right away to prevent me from backing out.

"Mark is hitting on me!" I hastily stated.

Her current boyfriend is Mark, the star player on the school's basketball team.

I finally caught her attention as she stared at me, bewilderment written all over her beautiful face.

I was contemplating whether or not to tell her about it, but I didn't want her to be in the dark, knowing full well that it wasn't only me who Mark tried to hit on, but there were other girls.

I had no idea how she would react. Will she be upset with me? Will she assume I'm just trying to separate them?

But before I could find out, she was already walking away. I assumed she was angry with me, only to discover she was walking toward Mark, who was walking in the opposite direction.

"Jul..."

Mark couldn't finish his remark as Julia slapped her hard, and before he could react, Julia ended her relationship with Mark.

When she returned, I was dumbfounded, and I didn't know what to say or how to react to what had unfolded.

Her face was flushed from the outrage she was feeling, but she managed to grin at me when she finally looked at me.

"Are you ok?" I asked in a worried tone.

"Of course! Why wouldn't I be? And thank you, Yesha, for being honest with me; I had noticed how he glanced at you when he thought I wasn't looking, and your confession confirmed my suspicion," she responded.

"Are you not upset with me because I ruined your relationship?" I asked, still a little skeptical.

"Oh, please! You didn't do anything wrong, so don't feel bad or worried about it, and you're actually helping me because I like someone else," she said in a humorous tone.

And our friendship has grown stronger since then; we're no longer just best friends but more like sisters from different mothers.

Let's go back to the source of my most recent pain.

I took a quick shower first, then rode my motorcycle to Julia's house after getting permission from my mother.

I'm still paying for this motorcycle; my mother was initially opposed to me having one since she felt it was inappropriate for a lady like me to ride such a vehicle. Nonetheless, I was eventually able to persuade her.

We live in a modern era where traditional norms do not bind women, and it is also more convenient to travel by motorcycle, especially when I need to get to work.

I'd been driving for ten minutes before arriving at Julia's house, which wasn't that far from home.

"Julia!" I yelled as I continued to pound on their front door.

After a few moments, the door finally opened, revealing Julia's father, Uncle Gerry.

Because Julia and I are close, I opted to refer to his father as Uncle Gerry, which he agreed to.

"Hello there, Uncle Gerry. Is Julia at home?" I asked, even though I was already aware that his daughter was at home.

"Yesha, good afternoon. Julia is upstairs, so go right ahead," he explained, and after letting me in, he returned to his favorite couch to read his newspaper.

After I thanked him, I went straight to Julia's room, which, as is characteristic of Julia, was a complete mess, as if the person occupying this room wasn't a girl at all.

Julia was deep asleep, wrapped in a blanket, when I arrived. I'm not sure how she sleeps, especially in this heat.

"Juls, wake up," I whispered, gently shaking her arm, but she didn't budge, so I tried harder, asking her to accompany me to the mall.

"Yesha, go away! Please don't bother me! I've just returned from duty." I could see she was tired and sleepy when she replied, but I kept going.

"Juls, please, I need you," I begged, my voice shaking with sorrow.

I tried to hide it previously because I didn't want to make my mother worry about me, but now that I'm with Julia, I don't have to.

She abruptly lifted the blanket from her face, and I could tell how serious she was as I gazed into her eyes.

"So, did Brix break up with you already?" she inquired.

Finally, she rose up and hugged me after I nodded my head in response to her question.

The tears I held back finally poured freely from my eyes as I let the pain finally leave my chest.

She didn't interrupt me while I told her what had happened, and after comforting me that everything would be fine, she finally decided to accompany me to the mall.

It took her fifteen minutes to get ready, and then we rode my bike to the nearby mall.

We went to our favorite pizza parlor on the third floor of the mall because she hadn't had her meal yet.

"So, let me get this straight: that person broke up with you because you wouldn't agree to have sex with him?" She queried as she chewed her pizza.

"I suppose so; I can't accept that he couldn't understand that I wasn't ready yet," I said grumpily, my gaze fixed on my pizza.

Seeing Julia shake her head after hearing what I just said puzzled me.

"Did I say anything wrong?"

"I'd like to know why you're opposed to sex. Even though we're in the twenty-first century, I understand that some women still choose to keep their virginity before marriage. But I know you, and I'm guessing you're not one of them," she said.

"I don't want to be like my mom," I said.

"If that is what troubles you, there are other measures you can take. You could ask that Brix wear a condom, or you could use birth control pills; if you like, I could give you some pills."

"Oh, my gosh! I had no idea you were using those!"

I was surprised to learn that she was using those contraceptives, and even more surprised to learn that she had a prior experience of having sex.

"Peabrain! Those are from the hospital, and I am still a virgin for the record," she replied as she flicked her fingertips across my brow.

"Does it mean I should give myself to Brix?" I asked, still a bit hesitant.

"It is entirely up to you, Yesha. It depends if you love him and if you're willing to surrender your V-card to him," she said.

"Of course, I love him! If I didn't love him, I wouldn't be shedding tears like this!" I stated.

I ignore a small voice in my head that tells me I didn't love Brix, and the only reason I'm hurt like this is my disappointment with having had five failed relationships.

"Then why don't you get started?" she inquired, her gorgeous face contorting into an annoyed grimace as she looked at me.

Quickly, I got up and left, ignoring Julia's question about who would pay for our meal.

I proceeded to the parking lot where my bike was parked and rode it to Brix's condo apartment in Makati, where he lives.

When I got to the building, it was well past 8 p.m., and knowing Brix's routine, I was confident he had already gone home.

My heartbeat was beating so fast as I waited for the elevator to take me to the floor where his unit was located. I didn't realize I was clutching the paper bag so tightly due to my anxiety.

Inside the paper bag is a box of condoms I bought at a nearby drugstore.

I nearly died of shame while paying for the items, and even though I didn't get my change, I left the store right away.

Finally, I arrived at the 27th floor, exited the lift, and headed to his condo unit, 27-C.

I was about to knock when I realized I still had his spare key.

I used the spare key he gave me to get into the property; there was no one in the living room when I entered, so I assumed he was already in his room.

"Don't overthink, Yesha," I kept telling myself as I was about to change my mind; thankfully, I stuck to my decision to give him my virginity.

Slowly, very slowly. I approached Brix's room and opened the door, but the smile on my face disappeared as I saw what was inside.

I couldn't believe he just broke up with me a few hours ago and was already banging another girl!

I felt my hopes and dreams vanish instantly, and all I wanted to do was disappear.

Now I knew that it was really over between us.

Yesha's POV.

I walked out of the room without anyone noticing me, seeing that Brix had betrayed me.

They were so engrossed in their own worldly lust that they didn't notice me.

"Shit! Why are you so dumb, Yesha?!"

I was scolding myself for my foolishness. I know we broke up, but that doesn't mean I won't feel betrayed when I find out Brix is having sex with another woman.

I may be innocent, but I'm not stupid; I realized she was Brix's colleague when I saw the woman.

I met her before, and as a girl, I knew she had a thing for Brix, and I wouldn't be surprised if I found out they were cheating behind my back even before we split up.

I don't give a damn if people were staring at me weirdly; all I know is that I'm pissed that Brix has the guts to betray me, and just when I was ready to give myself to him, it's a good thing as well that I learned about his betrayal, or else I might have given myself to an undeserving man like Brix.

I don't feel like going home just yet; I'm not sure I can keep my bitter mood in place, and I'm worried that I might upset my mom at home.

I should be upset and bawling my heart out again after finally understanding that we're truly over, yet all I can feel is fury for his betrayal.

Instead of returning home, I opted to drive to a bar in BGC. I didn't even bother looking up the bar I was about to enter; all I wanted was to get wasted and just forget this bitterness in my chest.

Perhaps it will help me forget Brix's betrayal.

As soon as I spotted a vacant seat, I called the waiter standing to the side of the bar.

"Give me your most powerful booze," I demanded.

As I could see him hesitating, I gave him my most deadly glare, which convinced him to comply.

I rushed to fill my glass and drank it all without hesitation after the waiter put my order down.

All I wanted to do was drown myself to forget everything, even if only for a short while.

I kept drinking so much that I didn't realize I had almost finished the bottle, and it was already 1 a.m. when I became intoxicated.

"All men are trash; all of you should just go to hell!" I screamed, without a car in the world.

I didn't remember those words coming out of my mouth because I was wasted at the time.

There were several men who tried to hit on me, only to be scolded by me for being trash, and sex-maniac dogs who couldn't live without sex, and because of my outburst, they were scared to even approach me.

I decided to go home at 2 a.m.; I didn't think I could finish the liquor bottle I ordered anyway.

I was about to call the waiter for my bill when my gaze was drawn to the semi-dark VIP section.

I've had the feeling that someone is watching me, but I ignored it earlier and concentrated on my drinking. Now that I'm leaving, I can't help but notice the man sitting alone in the luxurious VIP section.

A hypnotic sensation washed over me when I noticed the darkest pair of eyes I'd ever seen. It was quite dark, and I wasn't even sure that he had the darkest pair of eyes.

It was like looking at a starless and clear sky, and I felt like all of my senses were being drawn into him, just like a wormhole.

He held himself as if he owned the place or, more accurately, the world.

Approximately seven waiters were waiting for his command, and I also observed some men in suits, who were most likely his bodyguards, indicating that he was not your ordinary Joe.

I couldn't tell what he looked like because I couldn't see his face, but I could tell he was quite attractive from the lines of his face.

I'm not sure what got into me, whether it was the drink or his hypnotic eyes, but I found myself walking towards the enigmatic man, whose attention didn't leave me.

The closer I went to him, the more I could see what he looked like, and I was taken aback when I saw his gorgeous face.

But to call him handsome would be an understatement; his sinfully stunning looks would put those so-called celebrities to shame.

Seeing him in the faint light revealed more expressive features, such as his thick, noble-looking eyebrows and deep-set eyes that seemed blacker than the night sky.

He has a straight, well-defined, and prominent nose, and my goodness, those are the most kissable lips I've ever seen, and just by looking at those lips, it's as if heaven was guaranteed once I tasted those lips.

I kept advancing towards him, flashing him the most seductive smile I could muster.

I could never be so brazen in my wildest dreams because I'm so anxious most of the time, especially when dealing with men.

His bodyguard stopped me in my tracks, as I was only a few feet from him.

"Sorry, miss," one of the bodyguards added solemnly, "but this is a VIP-only area."

"Just let her, Bruno," the enigmatic man's husky voice says, sending shivers down my spine.

His bodyguard finally let me past, so I walked and sat down on the expensive leather couch he was sitting on without waiting for his invitation.

"What's the problem? Why are you all by yourself? A handsome man like you should not be drinking alone," I murmured, squinting my eyes.

I'm not sure what had gotten into me, but I found myself confidently caressing the muscles on his exposed arm.

With his deep voice, he replied, "I'm no longer alone, now that a gorgeous woman like yourself will keep me company."

I didn't notice the passing of time as we flirted because, quite frankly, I found him to be enjoyable company.

He's not just gorgeous, but he's also a natural talker. With him, there was never a dull moment.

By the way, why were you drinking on your own?" He questioned, his attractive features showing a hint of curiosity.

"Well, I saw my boyfriend having sex with another woman; oh wait, he's already my ex since he broke up with me," I said, laughing bitterly.

"Don't be too hard on yourself. It's his loss, not yours, for letting go of such a stunning woman like yourselves," he stated.

I couldn't help but giggle like a crazy woman when I heard his words.

"Actually, it was my fault because I hadn't agreed to sleep with him yet." I looked around to make sure no one was listening before continuing. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm still a virgin."

Suddenly, I observed his eyes darkening, and I was sure it was lust, but it didn't terrify me; to be honest, I found it sexy, and I could feel something inside me, like a feeling that wanted to come out.

"Well, if you want, we can do something about it," he added seductively.

"Bring it!" I responded without hesitation. It's as if all rationality in me disappeared in an instant.

I didn't see him paying his or my bill, so I figured he owned the bar, but why should I bother?

"Nice car!" I couldn't help but make a comment when I spotted his Rolls-Royce.

He didn't respond, but he grinned and nodded. Then he told his chauffeur to take us to a five-star hotel as soon as we were settled in.

I had no idea how or when we arrived at the hotel, but what mattered to me was the man's passionate kisses.

His skillful lips were making my knees weak, so it was a good thing his muscular arms supported me while he kissed me passionately.

I felt something inside of me that I had never felt before. It was a strong emotion that wanted to break out.

He was looking at me with such blazing need in his eyes as he let me breathe, but after a few seconds, he captured my lips again, tempting me to reciprocate with the same passion he was giving me.

When I felt his tongue inside my mouth, I let out a soft gasp, tasting every inch of it.

I was so enthralled by the feeling that this man elicited in me that I found myself sucking on his tongue with enthusiasm.

My hands began to move on their own and unbuttoned his polo, and when I became upset because it was taking too long, I decided to tear his polo.

"I like that," he remarked between kisses.

I tried to take off my blouse, but it was futile because his kisses made me insane with desire.

"Let me," he whispered as he sensed my struggle, brushing the top of my left ear.

He easily removed my blouse, and before I could figure out what was going on, I noticed his lips heading downward, leaving wet trails along the way.

His lips continued to kiss me all the way up to my neck, which was the most sensitive part of my body.

He gave me a not-so-gentle bite on my neck, and I felt moist in between my legs due to his motion.

After he finished kissing my neck, he moved on to my firm breasts.

When I felt his mouth on my left mound, I sucked in my breath. Even with my bra on, I could still feel his hot, moist mouth, which made me dizzy with need.

It wasn't long before he took my bra off, and he started sucking on my left breast while stroking the other.

When I felt his free hand caressing my womanhood, I let out another moan.

I wasn't sure when or how he took off my last garment, but I didn't have much time to ponder it when he gently caressed my folds.

My body is on fire from the intense yearning that consumes me.

After a few minutes, his lips steered away from my breast and proceeded to kiss my flat stomach, my navel, and finally, my lady parts. I couldn't help but grab his hair for support as he continued to kiss my folds.

"Oh my God!" I couldn't stop murmuring as he kissed and licked me in my lady part, and a few moments later, I had my first-ever climax.

He licked the juice that came out of my core, ensuring that no nectar was wasted.

I was panting when he finally decided to leave that region and level his face with mine.

"Fuck! Your sexy murmur is driving me insane," I heard him remark before he captured my lips again.

I could taste my own juice from his lips, which didn't bother me.

He kissed me again while grasping both of my boobies with his large hands.

He continued to arouse me most sexually, and I had already reached my climax three times before he finally positioned his enormous manhood in front of my entrance.

"This could become rough, so hang on tight," he warned, and as I agreed, he began moving his hips.

I initially felt the pain of his penetration, but his kisses made me forget about it, and before I realized what had happened, I felt his erection filling my core.

He moved slowly at first to ensure that I could adjust to his length, and when he sensed that I was already moving, his thrust became faster.

"Goodness!" I exclaimed when I felt his shaft strike something deep within my core, causing me to feel bliss.

"I think I found your G spot," he chuckled.

"My wha..." I couldn't complete what I was about to say as he suddenly thrust his manhood into my core, striking the same region that had me in a state of bliss.

He continued to pound on me, his movement becoming more intense with each thrust, and after a few minutes, I noticed him becoming tense, indicating that he was approaching his climax.

I felt his warm seed inside me, and after a few minutes, we were both panting from the earth-shattering experience we had had.

His length was still inside me as he looked at me with calmness in his eyes.

He kissed me again, deeply, before finally removing his erection from inside me.

He lay down next to me and looked at me with a playful expression on his face.

"Congratulations on losing your virginity," he remarked with a sly grin.

I merely smiled at him and kissed him before falling into a deep sleep owing to exhaustion from that earth-shattering experience he had made me experience.