2 Modern Cinderella

|| Carlo

The clock strikes at 9:30 and I can't miss the fun. Last week was a busy week, and I have been declining 2 of my homies. It's time for me to spend time with them and do my thing.

I wore clothes that would make me a magnet; Yeezys, Gucci, Supreme, you name it. Hypebeast sh*t are my thing, and I can't live without them.

But specifically, I wore a black Gucci bomber jacket, Supreme white tee, Gucci denim pants and black and white checkered Vans. I tamed my hair with a pomade and wore a black mask.

I went out and drove my 2019 Ford Mustang Shelby, from a somewhat jammed C5 road to one of the best nightclubs in BGC. It took me around an hour to get here, but it is all worth it.

I parked my car at Uptown and met up with my dudes at Xylo. Of course, I'm ready to flirt with some hotties.

We were at the lounge, drinking beer and I haven't found a chick to hit with.

One of my homies already caught one, and they are flirting in front of me. I can only look at the distance and chug some Hennessy.

The vibe was lit, but the the mood inside me is a little unusual. Maybe because I worked my ass off last week? I'm not used to this kind of slow process, to be honest.

"Lamya mo ngayon dude ah. You look f*cking lit, sayang porma oh!" a friend told me whilst flirting with his new girl.

I didn't answer and gulped some beer from the bottle.

As I stare from the distance, a Korean chick flipped her long wavy hair as she walked down towards us.

She is wearing a black spaghetti crop top, skinny denim jeans and maroon ankle boots. She's also has a black Chanel side pack hanging on her shoulder.

She looks like a typical BGC gal; a mix of sass and class. But I don't care.

I think she noticed me, for she caught my gazed and smiled sweetly.

Her eyes are mysteriously cute, her smile in a red lipstick is alluring.

Everything got into slow motion.

And she looks so familiar, I think I met her before.

"Wait bro, I'm going to fetch somebody. Be right back." I told them and chased her but lost sight.

I searched for her everywhere, with her hare and the clothes she was wearing as a clue. Some minutes later, I found her at the bar counter, sipping on some paloma. I approached her and pulled a question.

"Did god brought an angel to watch me over in a hellish place like this nightclub?"

I don't know she didn't hear me for the sound system's too loud, or she is ignoring me.

"I see now, angels cannot talk to devils like me." I added.

Suddenly, her head turned to me gracefully, the colorful strobes shone onto her face, and I can see her eyes stabbing me with sexiness.

She really does look familiar. I think I met her before. Not in a bar, but somewhere I can't remember. Oh god, you're too beautiful for this place.

"Nice pick-up." she answered. "But you may be mistaken, I consider myself as a sinner as well." and she finished her paloma.

Her voice is sexy as well. Damn I think I got a full package tonight!

"A sinner? You can't be. You look so pure."

"Do not be fooled with appearances baby. It's deceiving." and smiled sweetly.

Strike one.

"Can I take you somewhere private?"

Without hesitation, she agreed. So I took her to our lounge.

"Bro what a lucky catch! Yung isa sa mga sikat na iG model pa talaga ang nabingwit mo." another friend greeted me as we sat down on the leather couch in front of him.

"Yeah so don't mind us, we'll be doing our thing." I told him

"Okay so iiwan mo ako dito?" he told me. "Iniwan na tayo ng isa nating tropa, ready to get down na yun."

Suddenly, a notification tone was heard from his phone, and he checked on it.

"Carlo, iwanan na kita dito. May emergency sa bahay eh." and left.

"Oh, so that leaves us both alone, in our own private place." She uttered in a sultry voice.

She took her vape out of her bag, and switched it on.

"Sorry I wanted to de-stress." she took a puff and laid on my shoulder, rubbing herself against me.

I whispered. "Put that down baby."

She gave me a stare. "Why? Aren't we rushing things?"

I pulled her closer. "No we aren't, and we both know where this is going."

She put her vape on the table and gave me a 'quizical' look. "What do I know baby? I'm clueless."

I stared at her eyes. She has this fainted eye crease and long lashes. She doesn't have any eye make-up on, and she looks like someone from a distant memory.

Strike two.

"You know what I'm talking about baby."

Her eyes turned provocative as I lean to kiss her.

As our lips started to touch, my blood went on rush and my brain started to get blank, as if I had this kiss before that I just can't remember when I first had it. I invited her tongue to link with mine, and she did. And her hands started exploring on some of my erogenous zones.

Strike three.

After minutes of heavy french-kissing, I kissed her neck, leaving some spots on the right side and on her collarbone. I also made a trail from her collarbone to her chest using my lips. I can hear her soft moans on every kisses I make.

I whispered onto her ear "I had to. I still wanna see you tomorrow. I wanna leave marks all over you if needed."

She pushed me away gently. "S-sorry. I have to go, it's 12 am."

"So? I want to hangout with you even longer. Please?" I pleaded.

"I'm sorry. I have a meeting to attend tomorrow. See you around."

She fixed her things and herself, brushed my hair with her fingetips gave me a gentle kiss on my lips and left.

It feels emotionally overwhelming and painful and I don't know why.

And I realized that I forgot to ask for her name.

Nevermind, since my homie mentioned that she's an instagram model, I'll lurk on instagram tomorrow.

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|| Maryl

My sidetable digital alarm clock rang for the fifth time, and hitting the snooze button will be worthless. I gently opened my eyes and felt a little headache from tiredness. I'm uncertain if the paloma I had last night is to blame as well.

My phone rang and took it on for me to check the time.

It is already 8 o'clock in the morning.

I quickly got up, looked at myself in the mirror and noticed 2 bruises on the right side of my neck and on my right clavicle. I gently touched my lips in quiver that my senses quickly snapped back to reality.

Oh f*ck, it did happen.

Oh shoots, I did make out!

I slapped my cheeks three times to ensure that I'm still in touch with reality, while asking myself tons of question, being 'why did i do that?' first on the list.

I took a shower, wrapped myself with a towel and put a cold compress on my neck, worried that someone would notice later on.

Moments later, my phone rang in a ringtone that signalizes a phone call, and I swiftly pressed a home speaker nearby.

"Hello Reign? Good morning"

"Babaita, nakabihis na ako." Reign answered. "Nakaayos ka na ba?"

"I just had a shower. I won't take long to prepare, maybe a blow dry, cushion, lip tint on my cheeks will do, no?"

"Just bring whatever you need like your phone and wallet. Baka nanaman may nakalusot na di dapat makalusot diyan." she reminded me. She knows about my whereabouts for I tend to update her if necessary, for protection and back-up of course.

"Sure sure. Be careful while driving. I'll see ya!" and I turned off the home speaker.

After a few minutes, I put down the cold compress, and proceeded to wear a business attire, blow dry my hair, wear light make up, give Potato his vitamins, and leaving my unit. I mentally prayed for them, even Reign, to not notice my bruises for I swear to god, last night was a mistake.

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