Not A Saint (ENGLISH VERSION)

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I CAN'T understand why Bellevera was so angry when Brent was probably ahead of me. There's a reason why Brent came first. He just found out that I am interested in a woman, and he is trying his best to change me. I'm not sure if it was a challenge for him. Which never happened. I will ask no one to change me.

I like what I am. I want the one I am. I haven't even told the world I'm a lesbian

lipstick lesbian, to be exact. But I know this is how I like. I wanted to get out of this world that seems like a chain. Starting from Brent Echavez to Ezekiel Bellevera then Barbie Ann Fuendes that turns out to be a man who hasn't been fully retouched and had the se. xchange.

Whatever I tried to lose from the chain, I felt like I etched in my destiny and I wanted to change it. This is insane, and this is not what I wanted to have.

I had no choice but to assist him after getting drunk.

When I put Bellevera back in his seat, he was so drunk. The guests left and his father begged me to take care of him. To be honest, I want to run away from him and just leave him there. But then, I felt sorry for him. I was so thankful to one of the valet drivers who help me get him in his car. Then I drove the car. I took him to his unit. The available person assisted me and help me take him up to his room.

I know how demonic attitude Bellevera was, but I still wanted to help and did not remind myself to help him free. Otherwise, I can't say that he's terrible even though he's a womanizer. Even though I want him to change, if he just does that for me and not for himself, it wasn't acceptable. It would be useless.

I first removed his shoes when he could comfortably lie down on his bed. No one would think he looks like an angel when asleep, while he is even worse than a devil. When his eyes are awake and he becomes greedy about his worldly desire for me, I can't even feel my body is worth his compliment. I'm not that sexy compared to the supermodels or pageant contestants he's supposedly slept with. He even often compared me to others that I didn't know if it was negative or positive.

How could he be able to live alone here in his condo? He doesn't seem to know how to cook or clean. Maybe he just hires a weekly maid and schedules the cleaning of his room or entire condominium unit. When I peeked at him, his snoring was loud. I even inhaled the smell of alcohol from him. It stings. I moved slightly closer to him and arched my back to reach him and remove his suit coat. I heard him groan. "Don't be naughty if you want to sleep, sleep well!" I growl at him.

I lifted his arm to undress the other side of his formal coat, then pushed him to tilt. Disgusted, I took his clothes off and just threw them somewhere. Where is his hamper?

He lay down again as if his body had a mind of its own. I swallowed. Do I still need to remove his white long sleeve, the inner one? I guess so; it looks like the stench coming from him.

I kept my back slightly bent and one by one removed the button of his white long sleeve until I pulled the hem of it because it was tucked into his black trousers.

I pulled it aggressively to undress him. Drunkard bastard! Not knowing how to take care of himself. Dmn annoying!

I went straight to his bathroom and saw if I could use a basin to wipe his stinky body. I found a dipper at the end of the bathroom and sat in his tub; I picked up the red dipper. I open the faucet and put it in hot. I just mix a little cold and find a clean towel and dip it in there.

I brought the dipper to his bedside table and placed it there. I squeezed the towel and then touched his face. He barely moved. He must have felt the heat of the towel. Then, I wiped his arms and finally his next up to his chest until his lower abdomen.

I winced when he grabbed my hand, holding the towel that landed on his body.

"Celestine..." he groans, saying my name.

Is he asleep or faking his sleep?

"I want you..." he almost growled. His eyes were closed.

I eagerly pulled my hand holding the towel so that I could stop this madness and pretend that I have a good heart, even if I don't have one for him. But I got startled when he suddenly grabbed me and I didn't expect him to run into me. WE ARE already in reverse position. He was on top of me. My eyes widened when I saw that his eyes were slightly bulging and his full weight was already on top of me.

"B-Bellevera, what are you doing! Go away and I will kick you," I hissed.

He had his hand on my arm while the other hand was holding behind me. He's awake, for Pete's sake!

His gaze dropped from my eyes until it stopped at my lips and my eyes widened, even more, when he grabbed me with a kiss.

I struggled, but he only put more and more of his weight on me. Gradually, he was able to insert his playful tongue inside my mouth. He plays with my tongue and explores inside of it. "Stop it..." I said between kisses.

But he didn't want to stop. He was like a thirsty child, and I left his goal to quench his thirst.

"Stop it! Ugh!" I cried after his lips disappeared from mine.

But his lips did not land back to my lips but on the side of my ear down to my neck. He licks it like a lost puppy, excited to see his owner. It left a sensational feeling and strange tickles that I shouldn't have felt. Maybe that's because of his growing beard that gives a ticklish effect.

He clenched my arm tightly, pinning me against the bed. He was too heavy for me to get away with. I could hardly breathe. He was deliberately brushing his body and man. hood against mine.

"Bellevera.. stop this. I know you are not drunk," I told him, trying to escape what will happen next.

For a moment he stopped, and I just felt his warm breath on my chest. He rested there for a while. Until he suddenly sucked on it like a vampire. My body lifted at what he did. This is the first time Bellevera did that. There seems to be something strange about him now. Is it he truly a drunkard?

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I just heard the sound of the zipper of his pants. He tried putting it down. Until he succeeded and I almost screamed when his hand reached under my dress. Trying to remove what I am wearing down there.

I wanted to kick him but his two knees were pinning on both my legs.

"Fck you, Bellevera! Stop it! Dmn you!"

He was silent. All I could hear was his breathing. His eyes were half-closed, squinting against mine. He knew very well how to do lovemaking even when his eyes were closed.

I could already feel the air between my legs. He managed to get rid of the cloth covering down there. And now I feel like he's focused on my folds as he takes the hem up. I just swallowed even if my throat dries up. My defense fell on a drunkard, Bellevera. He succeeded in what he was doing.

He pushed himself hard inside me. It was still throbbing inside. I was unprepared and felt the pain of it and how he forced me to enter himself. My nails press his back because of the pain, marking it against his skin. He wants to hurt me like this, then I will hurt him, too. As it sinks inside me, I also bury the sharpness of the nails in his na. ked back.

At the same time, I felt inside me, flowing down his fluid and his thing slowly soften. After a while, he's back on snoring. Tired and sleeping, lying on top of me as if nothing happens.

I immediately pushed him, then picked up the undies he took off and went straight to the bathroom to clean my body. I couldn't believe he fulfills his lu. st even when drunk!

I would be very consistent or strangle him while he was fast asleep. He succeeded again. I jumped several times and shake my body as the fluid he had planted inside me dropped. I even made a pee just to get it out of my tunnel. I don't want to get pregnant and I don't want to have children with Bellevera.

I always made sure that I would not miss taking the pills without his indecency bearing fruit. He wanted me never to talk to any man, but he was the one who slept with any woman.

I don't know if I should be offended by what he's doing. I'm not jealous. Why should I? He is not what I want.

I walked away from Bellevera's hellish condo unit and hailed a taxi. When I checked the phone, it was past eleven o'clock going to midnight. I went straight to our house, to my mom. After paying for the cab driver and getting out of the car, I thought nothing that would startle me.

It was silent inside the house, and no one seemed to be around until I entered the room. Wrong move. It was as if I suddenly regretted coming home to our house. It feels like mommy is rejecting me too.