Location: Noir Club, Manila – 11:37 PM
BPM ng bass.Laser lights slicing through the smoke.Laughter. Moans. Secrets.The whole club was sin in motion.
Pero hindi si Ayla.Hindi ngayon.Siya ang show-stopper.Blood-red bodycon dress, backless, thigh-high slit.Her lips? Wine red.Her walk? Slow, deliberate, intoxicating.
Kasama niya sina Nicole at Bea, pero ang mga mata niya? Hindi sa crowd.Hindi rin sa bar.Sa VIP table lang sa taas — doon sa lalaking akala niya hindi pupunta.
Sadiq Amir Al-Farouk.Naka-black dress shirt, bukas ang dalawang butones sa taas, prayer beads still on his wrist.Pero what shocked her?Tatlong babae ang halos kumakapit sa kanya—isa sa dibdib, isa sa braso, isa sa tabi ng tenga niya na parang sinisipsip 'yung words niya.
But he…wasn't paying attention to any of them.Nakatingin lang siya. Kay Ayla.Straight. Locked. Focused.
Tangina. That's not fair.Hindi siya dapat tinatapunan ng ganung klaseng tingin.'Yung parang... kaya ka niyang hubaran kahit naka-Gucci ka pa.
"Girl, si Sadiq 'yun 'di ba?" tanong ni Bea."Oo. Mukhang nag-eenjoy sa company ng mga future single moms," she replied, smirking.
Pero deep inside?TANGINA NAGSSESELOS AKO BAKITTTT—Hindi pwede. Kailangan siya ang manira ng lalaki, hindi baliktad.
So she did what she did best.
Tumayo siya mula sa VIP bar nila at naglakad patungo sa dancefloor.May isang lalaking foreigner—blonde, tattooed, tall. Nagtama ang mata nila.She didn't waste time.
"Want to have fun?" she whispered.
At walang 10 segundo, nasa gitna na sila ng dancefloor, slow dancing to a fast song.She leaned in.She giggled.At habang nakatitig si Sadiq mula sa taas…
She kissed the guy.Full. Slow. Seductive.
Para lang kay Sadiq ang performance.
Pero what happened next?
The guy was pulled away. HARD.
In less than a breath, someone grabbed Ayla's wrist and yanked her out of the dancefloor.
"Let go of me!""I told you… don't play games you're not ready to lose."
Si Sadiq.
Tahimik ang boses niya. Pero galit. Mainit. Mabigat.Hawak pa rin ang pulso niya.Kinuyom ni Ayla ang kamao niya, trying to act unbothered kahit nanginginig ang tuhod niya.
"Aww, Mr. Ustadz got jealous?""I'm not jealous. I'm territorial.""And what am I, your property now?""No. But you will be. Soon."
Sabay bitaw.
She was left breathless.
Not because of the force—But because of the fire he left sa katawan niya.