Chapter 112 SINFUL DESIRES

• The heat we felt before isn’t something that can be ease by a mere talk, by closure we thought would freed us—no, both Jacques and I knew that it wouldn’t be. I love him, and I could feel the same feeling when our lips touch. It wasn’t right, but it doesn’t feel wrong either way. I married Zach to be an El Mayor just like what Daddy wanted, but it’s been so long—perhaps, it would be the time where I could let myself enjoy this tiniest bit of freedom I had. My father is already dead, but that doesn’t mean I was happy he is—perhaps, because I lost count of how much he was trying to butt into everything that I was trying to make on my own.
• The anger and hate, the loathsome and contempt crawled all the way, yet only to be forgotten, when I felt Jacques lips against mine.
• “Van—” He moaned in between.