Lahat ng Kabanata ng Hottie Series #1: Ricko Gardenan: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

Embracing the hot breeze in summer, he pondered about how this type of weather could easily roast someone alive. With his hair swept backwards. Lee stood unfazed. Amidst his capacity of paying attention to his masters at the same moment he was listening attentively through his earpiece at the pointers given by his colleague stating to him the directions of every the fire exit, safe passage ways for escaping, and the stationed places where the rest of his kind are assigned. Diego, the head of the security team expertly organized the plan sheets along the blueprints of the theatre on his small black painted oak desk inside the customized backseat of the van. As his hands were busy with the files, his forehead creased seeing the repeated blinking of two green dots in the same position at his radar, “The subjects aren’t moving?” Hearing his brazen voice blasting in his earpiece, Lee had his eyes over the young boy, wondering when will they shelter themselves from

Due to his misbehavior numerous heads briefly turns towards their direction before resuming to their individual businesses. Kieran’s rejection cause her to sigh. There he goes again, it’s the same burdensome process, "Don't be stubborn, Kieran. You're sweating so you have to change clothes," Hillary conveys a clear justification to knock some sense to him. Unfortunately. . .  "I don't want to mother." . . . He opposed. He really is as stubborn as a mule. "I don’t want you ill once your sweat dries out. Do you prefer changing in the restroom?” Is that it? Was he embarrassed? She was about to stand as planned, but her child continued to resist by shaking his head and slumping his body against hers once again. “I don’t want to argue with you, come on let’s go,” she pokes his side, yet he didn’t even budge.  He lifts his chin and place it between the valley of her chest, "Then let’s not argue about it mother. I'm fine. I'

Hillary walks out from the steel door held open by her chauffer. She was in a nostalgic state with red puffed eyes and runny nose. Her lips were plump from biting it unconsciously. The movie was tormenting and heartbreaking to watch to the point she was unable to keep her tears from falling after the unexpected plot twist appeared by the end of the film, but as she left the room. Her soul and heart stayed where she sat for nearly two hours straight after grieving and crying her heart out.Her chauffeur greets them, handling her a white handkerchief tucked from the breast pocket of his black suit, which she rejected by swaying her hand at him.She’s okay, there’s nothing to be worried of.She bites her lips, the more she denies it the more her chest tightens. It’s unavoidable to yearn for the touch of comfort she needs at this moment.She wasn’t expecting such tragic film would carve itself painfully in her memory. The eye-opening e

Kieran bob his head to the other side, curious, “Before I was born?” he didn’t know his mother was fond of another person other than him. Should he be pleased or upset upon hearing about it? Looks like his instinct would rather choose the latter. “Yes, Marga has been a good friend. We’ve been looking out for each other for five years now and meeting her was actually a funny story,” Hillary pause when she saw the eager look on his face. He lifts his chin more to see her as he continues to chew, nudging her to continue. His entire attention was fixed to her. Hillary resumes speaking, “I met Marga during my pregnancy with you,” the corners of her lips rose, “You may not know but mommy was a rebel back then too. I use to sneak out of the mansion as your grandparents wouldn’t provide nor satisfy my intense cravings with all the restrictions they left inside the mansion.” Her parents adore travelling around the globe, which she didn’t complain a word, in fa

Hillary stared at herself in front of the mirror. It was already four in the morning, but she has been stuck in the same spot with the same issue trying to figure out the blouse she’s wearing. She bites her lower lip as she gawk at her own reflection, tilting her head to the other side at the lack of fulfillment she felt.I don’t know. There’s something about what she’s wearing feels off. She turns around, arching her back, and popping her ass out in the air.She glance back at the wide mirror by her right shoulder and just as she thought, the top she chose doesn’t match her tortilla brown trouser. Hillary’s fingers grip the bottom edge of her black blouse and pull it through her head, leaving her naked in front of the mirror with nipple tapes on her breast.Her eyes roamed around the wide room, browsing thoroughly at the arrays of different clothing hanging around her. She walks over to her white clothing collections, skimmin