André

TW: graphic sexual scenes ahead. Please stop reading if you're a minor. Please read with care.

It had been almost a year since grandpapa left the Earth. But, I didn't go visit him yet. I never once visited him. I couldn't send him off. In my heart, he was still very much alive...

Even though my heart has been dead for a year now.

I tried to move on with my life. Just like what Charles said that day.

I had to let go because I couldn't make peace with myself. I couldn't face the fact that she might not like the real me.

So, I stayed with Olivia and focused my time acting like a good fiancé.

Yes, because our parents had been pushing it... and my dad was about to come visit and knock some senses in me. But because I didn't want him to personally punch me in the face, I just agreed and proceeded with the engagement.

I was a coward just like that. I could never win against dad... and his goddamn leech in the form of a forty-year-old-something woman namely Phoebe.

"Boo!" The mocking voices from the crowd broke me from my reverie, stopping me from playing the drums.

I was inside a club, playing a gig with our band, when the crowd started throwing hate on us. Hindi pa namin natatapos ang first song, but I had to stop playing because I couldn't stand the insulting atmosphere.

"Alis na kayo!"

"Ayaw namin sa banda niyo."

"Uwi na!"

They continued to throw hateful remarks while our vocalist remained calm, trying to gesture us to keep playing.

Shaking my head, I stood up from my seat and took the microphone. "If you don't like our music, just go home, assholes!" I growled at them.

"Boo!" Someone's shoe came flying, hitting me on the face.

"What the fuck!" I cursed out loud, rubbing the side of my face. "Sino ang bumato sa akin? Harapin mo ako, gago!"

"André, tara na!" One of my band members tried to pull me away, but I stood my ground.

Hindi ako aalis dito hangga't hindi ko nauupakan ang bumato sa akin.

Just then, a very familiar guy stepped up the stage, moving closer towards me. Ngayon ko nalang ulit nakita si Tyler matapos niyang ma-expel sa FU few years ago. I would never forget and forgive this motherfucker for treating girls like his toys.

"Long time no see, André," Tyler tapped my shoulder, but I quickly shoved it off. He stood a few inches taller than me as he glared with his hawk eyes. "Walang may gusto ng banda mo dito. Doon kayo sa fiesta ng barangay tumugtog," he sneered.

I smirked, tilting my head and preparing my fist. Without a single word, I aimed for his face and it landed perfectly, causing the guy to jerk away.

"Putanginamo!" He leaped at me, his fist hitting the corner of my eye.

I instantly felt a vein burst from inside my eye, but I remained standing with my hands in defensive position. "Masakit ba?" I mocked.

Tyler stiffened his jaw, attempting to punch me again, but I swerved to my side, avoiding his aim. "Hindi ba mas masakit mawalan ng lolo?"

"Fuck you!" His words struck a nerve inside me, making me more infuriated. Hindi ko napigilan ang sarili kong pagsusuntukin ang mukha niya hanggang sa may umaawat na sa amin.

"André, tama na yan. Tignan mo hindi na nga gumagalaw o!" I heard my friend say while pulling my arms.

The music was too damn loud in this club that I couldn't think straight. But one thing was for sure... I couldn't afford to lose in this fight.

"Oh my God! André!" And the fiancée finally came to rescue me.

Looking up, I saw Olivia approaching with the usual worry on her face everytime I got into fights. "Livie, I'm okay," I assured her as I tried to stand up.

"No, you're not okay, André!" She lectured me as a tall guy helped me stand up. It was her driver, Kuya Tony.

When we finally reached inside the car, I rested my head on the window as Olivia continued to nag at me.

"When will you stop going to clubs? You're not a freaking kid anymore, André. You're about to become a married man... and you're going to be married to me. You're supposed to be helping me out in the family business."

I just exhaled a breath, closing my eyes. My whole body was aching and the side of my face was stinging so much as if I got beaten by an army of bees.

The truth was I had been going to different clubs in hopes of seeing Charles. I heard Koleen saying she was working in a club right now, but she didn't tell me the exact name.

I had been acting like a damn stalker after "that day." I'd been sneaking into the university and into their department just to see her. She seemed to be living her life as normal... unlike me who had been nothing but miserable.

I just wanted to know why she's working in a club now after quitting her job at the hotel. She could get any other job, but why choose to work in a club where tons of prying perverts lurk?

Minutes later, we finally reached the penthouse. It was the same building where our old penthouse was situated.

"André!" Olivia called out to me the moment we reached inside.

I was already heading towards our room, but I turned to face her.

"Please fix yourself," she mumbled, moving closer to me. She raised her hands up, cupping my face. "I can't fix you if you don't want to be fixed."

I just nodded at her. "I will."

She stood on her toes, reaching my face and giving me a quick kiss. "I love you, André."

I didn't answer her. I couldn't lie to her. I still couldn't push myself to love her. My heart was still beating for someone else.

Olivia fell quiet, staring straight into my eyes. I could feel she was about to cry... again. I felt bad everytime she did. But, I just couldn't say I love her if I really don't.

"Livie," I finally spoke, catching her hand and planting a kiss on it. "I'm sorry."

She looked down, trying to hide the tears from her eyes. "Just stop, André."

I continued to plant kisses on her hand going up to her arm and neck, until I reached her cheek and lips.

My hands travelled from her neck down to her ass as I deepened the kiss. She let out a moan, giving me full access, so I slid my tongue inside her mouth, exploring every corner of it.

"Mmm..." she continued to moan, holding onto my nape.

I lifted her skirt a bit as my hand found the lace garment underneath. Rubbing her womanhood against the garment, I felt the wetness coming from it already.

"Aaahhh... André...." she let out a louder moan, biting her lower lip.

I covered her mouth with my other hand as I finally inserted a finger inside her, moving it gently at first.

"Mmmm..." Her eyes were closed as she suppressed a moan.

When my hand got tired, I bent down, pulling her garment down her legs. I didn't hesitate to lick the corners of her pearl before pushing my tongue inside it.

Closing my eyes, I could only see one image in my head and it was definitely not the woman I was pleasuring right now. I wondered how she would moan my name if I did this with her.

I had been thinking of making love with her for the longest time, but this was the closest I could get to doing that.

For now, I could only do it in my head...

"Aahhh, André, I'm cumming," she announced as she grabbed the curls on my head.

I waited for her liquid to come out and when it did, I devoured all of it, not wasting a single drop. "Fuck, I love you damn much, Charles."

"What?"

The voice of Olivia broke my trance as she glared at me while I was still on my knees, realizing what I just blurted out loud.

"What did you just say?" she repeated, her tone a notch higher.

"Livie..." I grabbed her hand, tightening it with all my might.

"No, André!" She shoved my hand away, pushing me. "I heard it loud and clear! So I'm right all along... it's Charlie! You've been in love with her all this time."

"Livie... I'm sorry..." I mumbled, biting the insides of my cheeks.

"She's the reason why you never had sex with me... why you always go to clubs and wasting your life... why you chose to work at the hotel before... and why you never loved me..."

I looked away, avoiding her eyes. I couldn't even defend myself because she was right.

"How long are you going to hurt me, André? How long will I endure until you say it to my face?"

"Livie... I'm sorry..." I shook my head slowly, hot tears already escaping from my eyes. "I didn't want to hurt you. I genuinely wanted to make this work. But, I just can't..."

"André..." she bent down, levelling her eyes with mine. "Am I not good enough for you?"

"No, Livie! You are great. Nothing's wrong with you. I just can't love you the way you want me to," I declared. "Curse me all you want, but please don't hate on Charles."

"I don't hate her, André. In fact, I like her as a person. But, right now, I don't want to see you... or ever again.

"I'm really sorry..." I mumbled.

"And before I leave, can I just say..." she paused, looking at me with her already swollen eyes. "You're such an asshole!" With all her might, she slapped me on the cheek, leaving a good reminder of my assholery. I knew I deserved more than just one slap.