The Vixen's Man
Gracia Bonifacio · Completed · 139.1k Words
Introduction
Chapter 1
Heather remembered how bad she had been to Stacey though she knew her half-sister always put up with her. She got her in a big trouble out of jealousy. Her dad got angry at her and sent her back to Australia.
Time had softened down much grudge. The old brat was slowly fading and she would continuously change herself and her life for the better to find true happiness and true love.
Heather couldn't believe that in a span of almost one a half years she was back in the Philippines. She took a Bachelor of Fashion major in Design and Technology for one year at Royal Melbourne Institute of Technology University. Her dad insisted that she finished her studies in Australia because of what she had done to her half-sister Stacey.
When Stacey left their house, maybe their mother realized that she had been really unfair to her since they were kids. She admitted to herself months ago that she was at fault and she regretted what she had done. She did a lot of bad things to her because she was jealous of her. She had a lot of good qualities which she didn’t have. She was happy that finally, they had mended their relationship.
They were not yet very close but definitely, things were better between them. Her sister was living happily with her husband and their baby. Her relationship with Stacey might have changed but not her attitude in general.
She was still feisty and snobbish but not as bad as before. It was probably due to the fact that she matured a bit during her stay in Australia.
She would be living alone here since her mother decided to stay with her dad. Her parents wanted her to be independent. She was a little nervous but she welcomed the freedom. Her mother almost begged their former help, Amy, to clean her unit once in a while. She was very rude to her so she knew why she was hesitant to accept her mother’s offer even if the pay was good. She sighed. She was really a bad girl and she couldn’t blame a lot of people for disliking her.
Even her sister’s husband now, Nick disliked her a lot. She threw herself at him several times but he had eyes only for Stacey. She had learned to accept that he wasn’t for her but for her sister. Nick might have rejected her but a lot of guys wanted her which at least was good for her ego.
As they say, you win some, you lose some. He was better off as her brother-in-law anyway, there was plenty of fish in the sea.
And to contrary to what others think, she didn’t sleep around though she was a flirt. But she was no longer a virgin.
Sadly her first time which was also her last was really awkward. She had trauma because of that.
Unfortunately, she was with the wrong group of people. She was just dared by them and she was so stupid to do it with an idiot She regretted everything but she couldn’t undo it.
It happened during their prom night. Her so-called friends that time paired her with the campus heartthrob of a well-known exclusive for boy’s high school. Some snuck bottles of booze so a lot of the students went wild after the party. The girls said that Harvey was the best designator. She was the only virgin in their group so she accepted the dare.
Her first time was very disappointing. It was a disaster. After few sloppy kisses, the jerk just stuck his dck in her dry, beautiful and pink virgin pssy. It was terribly painful. She pushed him and slap him and got out of his car.
Her thinking about the past was interrupted when Pauline called her. She was one of her true friends who never left her.
She was waiting for her downstairs. She checked her reflection in the mirror. She looked fierce! She was sporting a longer hair now. It goes below her shoulders. She was wearing a dark red mini-dress. They were partying tonight.
It was her first night in the Philippines and she wanted to enjoy herself before she started looking for work. They were meeting some of Pauline's friends. They would paint the town red.
She and Pauline were heading to the gender-neutral toilet in the bar when they heard some strange sounds. She put her index finger on her mouth to signal to Pauline to keep quiet. She slowly went near the door. Whoever was inside didn't even bother to check if the door was locked or closed.
"You are so good, baby..Please...harder..Yesss." moaned a female voice .
The man the woman was having a quickie. The woman was noisier but the man only uttered occasional low groans. She peeked through and she saw a couple having s*x.The female was facing the wall while the tall man pumped her from behind.
She almost giggled. She waved at Pauline to come closer to the door so she could also peek,
"Ahhhhhhh." groaned the man .
"Ohhhh..baby..." the woman purred.
Seemed like they finally had their release so quietly, they moved away from the door. They were both stifling their giggles. They couldn’t wait to see who the couple was. Anytime they would be going out. They hid behind the artificial tree close to the restroom.
Her eyes narrowed when she saw the male. She recognized him at the first sight. He was the man with tattoos who used to woo Stacey. She still clearly remembered what happened during their last meeting. He threw her very expensive bag to the street like it was worthless. Even though years passed, the embarrassment he made her be was still vivid.
Thinking about that her anger surfaced. She could use what she witnessed to have her revenge on him. What a perfect timing!
“Be ready for my revenge you arrogant male!” She mumbled to herself.
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**
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Entitled.
Delicate.
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I don’t care.
It’s not my problem if Tyler’s an idiot.
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