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Kristen Mendoza

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Stealing Her Innocence

Stealing Her Innocence

 Romance
5.0
I can still feel his hands on every inch of my body - his kiss, his tongue, his grip on my hips, and his hot breath against my neck. I just can't forget it. I still can't believe that something happened between me and Reigo. He was my first... and it was everything. So this is what it feels like... I never thought I'd experience it. I didn't expect it to affect me this way either - now, I find myself craving more. That hot, steamy night - I don't even know where these thoughts come from; they just keep popping into my head. What did you do to me, Reid Diego Alarcon? Why do I keep yearning for you? How am I supposed to face him after what happened? Does he even remember... or was I just another girl he hooked up with for the night? He can have any woman he wants with just one look. Am I just one of them? Maybe I am. I sighed deeply and stared out of the car window. We stopped at a large gate, and without a doubt, there was a mansion waiting behind it. "Is everything alright, Avi?" Mom asked as she unbuckled her seatbelt. I forced a smile and nodded. "I've noticed you've been spacing out. What's wrong?" "Nothing, Mommy," I insisted, "I'm just a little overwhelmed." She bit her lip and reached for my hand. "I'm so sorry, Avi. I didn't mean to surprise you like this. You know - I was afraid you wouldn't accept it, because I know how much you love your father. And I don't want you to think I never loved him." I smiled softly. "Mom, I understand. You don't have to worry about me. You deserve to be happy - so please, put yourself first." "Thank you, Darling." She hugged me tightly before stepping out of the car. Mom's getting married, and I can see how happy she is now - and that makes me happy too. I've never met her fiancé. She didn't have the courage to introduce him to me, thinking I wouldn't understand. But I'm grown now, and I do. Who am I to stand in her way? When we stepped out of the car, a man greeted us - and for some reason, he looked so familiar. His eyes... they reminded me of Reigo. I shook my head. I've been thinking about him so much lately that now I'm seeing him in other people. I must be losing my mind. "Hi, Honey!" Mom greeted him and kissed the man on the cheek. The two of them looked so happy together. I couldn't help but smile. "And you must be Havianna, hija," the man said warmly. I nodded and smiled shyly. "Nice to meet you, uncle." "Likewise, hija," he replied before pulling me into a quick hug. We chatted for a bit before heading inside. I was amazed at how enormous the place was - a mansion, really. I'm glad my mom found a good man. They're getting older, and maybe they just want someone to be with - not just for company, but for love. We stayed in the living room for a while to talk, though I barely participated. I just nodded along, too distracted by how grand the house was. It was so big and modern, nothing like what I expected. "How about it, hija?" I turned to them, confused. "Po?" Mom chuckled. "We were talking about maybe living together under one roof - especially since your Tito's son is here too. You'll finally have a brother-" "Reigo! Where have you been?!" Uncle sudden exclamation cut Mom off. It wasn't the loud voice that made me freeze. It was the name. R-Reigo? "Come here," Tito ordered the person behind me. I blinked rapidly. My heart seemed to stop. I could feel his presence - just being near him made me weak. Everything we did that night flashed through my mind. As he slowly approached us, my breathing became ragged. And then he passed by me... that scent. It was him. It was really Reigo. "What?" he spoke, his voice sending shivers down my spine. I couldn't even look at him. After days of thinking about him, now that he was here in front of me, I just... couldn't. "You're late," uncle scolded. "For what?" "Didn't I tell you-" "Hon, maybe he just forgot. You know how busy students can be," Mom cut in, trying to ease the tension. I stared at their feet because I didn't have the courage to meet his eyes. "Avi, your Uncle son is here... don't be rude, darling," Mom gently reminded me. I clenched the hem of my dress tightly and swallowed hard. I closed my eyes and slowly stood up. His intense gaze made my knees shake. When I finally managed to stand, I almost sat back down again. I looked at Mom, who gave me a reassuring smile. I then shifted my gaze to Reigo, who was standing a few steps in front of me. His piercing eyes met mine - and his expression was unreadable. "U-Uh... H-Hi," I stammered softly. He tilted his head slightly, a smirk playing on his lips. I gripped my dress tighter, wishing more than anything that he had forgotten what happened between us - especially now that his father was going to marry my mother. "She's the daughter of your Aunt Luc
My Stepfather's Desire

My Stepfather's Desire

 Adventure
5.0
"It's your first day of school, Hestia!" my mom cheerfully announced as the three of us sat together at the dining table, eating breakfast. I looked at them and smiled widely, nodding excitedly. I think everything is okay now. It seems like they're not fighting anymore. For the first time in a while, the atmosphere in the house felt light and peaceful. I was especially happy because of my new school uniform. It was beautiful - exactly like the one I'd always dreamed of wearing. My stepfather transferred me to a new school, one even better than my previous one. I could already imagine myself walking down the hallways in my new uniform, finally feeling like I belonged somewhere. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. I can't take you to school today. I have something to do, and your grandfather asked to see me at his house," my mom said apologetically. I gave her a small, understanding smile. "It's okay, Mo-" "I'll drive you there," a cold, deep voice suddenly cut in, making the entire dining room fall silent. Both Mom and I turned to look at my stepfather as he spoke. I still couldn't bring myself to call him "Dad." I was too scared. He was too young to be called that, and there was something about him - an air of cold detachment that made me feel uneasy. His brown eyes, sharp and unreadable, met mine for a brief moment. He looked like a foreigner, though I knew he was Filipino with mixed blood. "Be ready. I'll take you," he added before quickly looking away and focusing on his food again. Mom left soon after to visit Grandpa, and I hurried to finish eating because my stepfather had already finished his meal. I grabbed my bag and stepped outside, approaching his car. It was my first time riding with him. The scent inside was intoxicating - clean, masculine, and oddly comforting. He started the car, and in minutes, we reached my school. I was about to step out when I heard him clear his throat. I turned to look at him, surprised. He was smirking slightly. "Where's my kiss?"