Hired By My Uncle's Besfriend

"This is part of being married to each other, Jermaine," said Demitri, slowly removing his clothes.

"No-no!!! It can't be!!" She stepped back as her husband approached.

"Sweetheart, there's nothing more you can do. We're married now, what else can you say to me? Besides, I've invested a lot in you. Perhaps it's time for you to reciprocate everything..." he murmured as they neared the bed. She sat down on the soft mattress, realizing she was the only one sleeping in it.

Her spouse stood by the door, an extension of that room, so as not to arouse suspicion from their housemates that they weren't sleeping side by side.

"But, Demitri... we're only married on paper!" She continued to look for a way to stop him, holding onto her clothes to avoid his touch.

The man stopped in front of her. Gently, he held her chin and looked into her eyes.

"Is what I give you still not enough, Jermaine? I'm only asking this now, but can't you grant me this one thing?"

Jermaine felt the intensity in his voice. She knew she couldn't hold him back anymore. There was nothing she could do; this was it. Her self-restraint would end tonight.

She was surprised that he arrived somewhat intoxicated. She was studying during those hours, so his unexpected request caught her off guard.

She owed the man a lot. Perhaps she would even eat fire for him. This was the one thing she really wasn't prepared for.

"De--Demitri.. this is my-- the first time someone has--i'am having sex with someone," she almost whispered, feeling embarrassed.

"Are you saying what you told me about nothing happening between you and Dylan is true?" Demitri's eyes narrowed as he questioned her. She could only nod in response. "Huh... I saw you once, already married to me, yet you were kissing your ex!"

She couldn't believe it. Did he witness the moment when she slapped Dylan after that unexpected kiss? She was furious with that man. It was his fault she hadn't graduated yet.

She was suddenly engulfed in Demitri's kiss, and she found herself lying on the bed. When it came to kissing, she was skilled. However, that was the extent she could give to Dylan. Every time he attempted further advances, she avoided him. She didn't want to be tempted.

Her husband pulled at her sleepwear, and all the buttons flew off. Her perky, papaya-shaped bosom greeted him. He touched and squeezed it.

The man quickly sucked her nipples, while caressing her other breast. She was just moaning about what her husband was doing. She couldn't stop herself anymore. The tickle carries the fear she feels. Demitri took turns sucking on both of her breasts.

Her husband kissed her again on the lips, holding her hands above her head. The man's kisses traveled down to her neck. She could feel his breath. He returned to her lips, refusing to let go of her hands, as if she were resisting.

Her husband showered her with kisses, his tongue gently probing her mouth. The playful dance of their tongues elicited intense moans from him.

His kisses descended once more to her neck. He wet every corner with his saliva, not sparing even her earlobes.

The man let go of her hands, and focused on her chest. The man stroked her soft breasts. He licks her breasts, while he continues to suck on her nipples. He moved away from her for a moment and watched himself caressing her breasts.

"Beautiful... I've been dreaming about this for months. I've been imagining it for months. It would be even more beautiful if nothing were covered," he said before starting the worship again.

She gasped as the man took off her pajamas, and spread her thighs. It peeks into her vagina. The husband's ritual consecrates her most treasured jewel. He licks her hole. Then there was a finger poke in its hole. She pulled out Demitri's hair, as she can't control the sensation of her feelings.

Demitri inserted a finger straight in her hole. She felt a little pain there. Then the man sucked her clits while putting his finger in and out of her vagina. She could hardly breathe as her whole body was stiff, as if there was juice flowing from hee hole. Her hubby absorbed everything she let out. Until after she's done, her husband's mouth was still there.

The man positioned himself between her thighs, and slowly rubbed his cock against her pussy. Then it was slowly inserted into her hole. "Aaaah!!!" he could feel the pain, at the same time as his cock sank, her nail digging into the man's back. She winced in pain. She burst into tears because of the pain. But she endures it.

When the man felt that she was doing a bit better, he suddenly plunged forward. She let out a slight scream at the unexpected attack.

The man moved quickly on top of her. She felt dizzy in that moment. The man completely removed his upper clothing. Her body synchronized with its every movement.

The pain gradually faded, replaced by an overwhelming pleasure. Whenever he sensed her desire to release, the man emphasized his masculinity towards her.

The man immediately pulled out his load then detonated it in her stomach. The man was very tired. She was restless.

The man pulled her beside him. He cradled her in his arms, then embraced her. They just hugged before drifting off to sleep.

She's sulking again, constantly staring at her cellphone. She's waiting for a message from Dylan, the man who shattered her heart. She can't fathom how he could deceive her. Two year age gap; he graduated earlier and is now working, while she's still studying.

They were just in their first year of college when the guy courted her. She really liked him, inspired by what she saw in pageants on TV. He was in his third year of college at the time, and wherever he was, she wanted to be there too.

Her contemplation was interrupted by her cellphone ringing. It was her friend, Coleen. She hadn't been attending classes for a week because she was secretly following Dylan. She missed her defense. Almost as if her friend could reach through the phone, she scolded and slapped her. Her friend was sent as an exchange student to Japan, and if Coleen could visit her, she probably would, giving her a piece of her mind.

She abandoned her studies and has no one else to talk to. For her, taking care of oneself seemed selfish. Perhaps, she should have just yielded to Dylan to prevent being left behind.

The pain of her first love, which once built dreams with him, has vanished. She can no longer fulfill the dream of having a white house with pet dogs.

Her parents learned about her situation and immediately traveled from the province. Witnessing how miserable her life had become, they couldn't stay silent.

"Maine, you can't let your life revolve around a man like this!" Her mother, furious, opened her fan and gestured angrily, "What if I didn't bring Ester? Who will clean up this mess?"

"Mommy, please don't scold our child," intervened her father.

"It's just as well if the teachings in the province are good enough; why go to Manila?" Her mother, seemingly unable to contain her frustration, continued. "Maine, I can't understand why you let your life turn out like this! What kind of decision is neglecting your education? Did you think your future depended on a man? That's not what I taught you!

And then, your first love, he left you. Did you think he was your entire world? So many dreams that might now go unfulfilled just because of your heart. You can't rely on one person for your entire future!

And the way you're handling things here, it's like you're leaving anyone and everyone here at home! You didn't think about your responsibilities. What kind of example are you setting for your sibling?

Don't be surprised that I'm angry, Maine! If you want to succeed, you need to change and correct your path. You can't just rely on others and wait for a miracle! You need discipline and determination to rise in life."

Maine feels not just the pain of her mother's angry words but also the ache of a past now being explained to her by her parents.

She's hurting as she struggles while her ex-boyfriend is happy. Each passing day makes her more miserable.

Her parents' unexpected visit signals a form of punishment. She's uncertain about their decision.

"Go stay with your grandma, right now!" her mother commands. Her grandma lives in a distant province with her uncle and his wife. Maine knows her only living grandma, so she's aware where her mother intends to discard her.

Her father remains silent, accustomed to her mother making decisions, with his support.

She helped Esther pack her things, no longer resisting her mother's wishes to avoid unnecessary conflict.

She glanced at herself and noticed the thinness of her body, a result of what happened with Dylan. Her father entered the room.

"Child, we're doing this for your own good. I've talked to your dean, you can come back once you've recovered," he assured her.

"Papa," she hugged him tightly, "why did he deceive me? I loved him, I was just protecting myself, is that wrong?"

"You did the right thing, my child. He's the one who can't understand you. That's why I support your mother in everything. Before we came here, she was crying non-stop, not wanting you to suffer like this."

"Sorry, Papa. Because of me, you've been inconvenienced."

"Your well-being is our priority. If it were just a simple sadness, I'd come alone, but for heartache, you need your mother's support. You know these words might sting, but she loves you."

She grew up with a disciplined mother; what she says at home is non-negotiable. Unlike her father, whom they could still persuade. She feels ashamed, labeled a failure.

Living with her grandmother on her mother's side will keep her far from her parents, and she doesn't know how long. Her education might be put on hold.

After packing, they left their condo together. She couldn't bid farewell to her friends, opting to message them later.

A vehicle awaited them below the condo building. She took a final look at her home of almost four years.

"I'll rise again and come back for you," she promised herself, then boarded the car

She scanned the surroundings of the place. It had been a long year since she left her grandmother's house, taken away by her parents to her father's province.

During college, she chose to move to Manila and convinced her parents to buy a condo unit for her. They hesitated, being protective of their only daughter, but she stood firm.

She promised her parents she wouldn't marry early, focusing on growing their business. Her mother, with Chinese heritage, wisely invested and expanded their wealth instead of merely letting it sleep.

Her grandparents warmly welcomed them. They raised her while her parents worked abroad, establishing a home and business before bringing her back.

Her grandparents were kind, and she obediently followed their wishes. Her uncle, her mother's younger brother, used to take her to school. He now had his own family, but his house was conveniently close to her grandmother's, so he often visited.

"Maine, my grandchild!" Her grandmother embraced her tearfully.

"How have you been? We've missed you so much," her grandfather said.

"There, maybe that child will behave better here!" her mother teased. "Bring the bags inside!" she ordered the household staff.

"Is it true what happened? That's why you look so thin," her grandmother remarked. "Come inside."

They all entered the house. Nothing changed except for the gleaming new furniture illuminated by the light.

"I'll just rest for a bit," she bid them farewell. "The journey was tiring."

"Oh, sure, your room is still the same as before. We just had it fixed up a bit, hoping that one day, you'll come back here." Her grandfather replied.

"Mommy, I'll go upstairs," she informed her mother and kissed her cheek. She hugged her father.

"Alright, dear, just rest," her father replied.

She didn't wait for her mother's response, knowing she wasn't one for sentimentalities. Her mother disliked unnecessary drama, and she had never seen her cry. Sometimes, she thought her mother had a heart of stone.

Upon opening the door, she noticed the fresh paint inside. The bed was bigger now, but her stuffed toys and belongings were still there.

She remembered the day her parents took her away, crying because she wasn't used to being separated from her grandparents. Her mother only requested to have her with them, but that was the last time she saw her grandparents, communicating with them only through video calls.

There was a picture of her with her grandmother on the wall. Another photo included her Uncle Sandro. There was one more person in the picture, someone she couldn't quite remember.

Memories flooded her mind from the time she could recall in that place.

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"Sure, let me provide a translation:

"Uncle, please take me," she requested to Sandro, "I might be late."

"Just take a tricycle, Maine, you're already grown up. I still have work to do."

"I'll tell grandma on you," she threatened.

"Maine!" he intervened, "stop it. Mommy will scold me because of you again."

A car honked nearby.

"Oh, Sandro ,are you teasing Maine again?" he said to both of them.

"Uncle Demitri, uncle Sandro won't take me to school," she complained to him.

"Why won't he take you? You're so mean, Sandro. Pity the princess of uncle Demitri, come baby, I'll take you."

"Really?" Maine, who was only ten years old, lit up.

"Of course, we're not getting along with Sandro," he said, opening the passenger seat.

"I don't understand you two. Demi, you don't have a job!" Sandro retorted.

"How's school?" he asked her.

"Okay, you know, Tito, there's a kid bullying me because they say I look Chinese."

"What did you do?"

"I punched him. I wanted uncle to come with me so he'd know someone is defending me, but he won't take me."

"Then let me be the one to accompany you!"

"Really?"

"Yes, after all, I'm also your uncle, right."

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"Ah, his name is Demitri," she said to herself." Where is he now?" then she put back the frame on the table.

"I'll take you home with your daddy," her mother suddenly appeared at her grandmother's house when she was just ten years old.

Her parents' business was already thriving when she was brought back. According to her grandmother, her parents got married at a young age, and she was only allowed to be taken if they had something to be proud of. Her Chinese mother had established several successful businesses, while her Filipino father owned farms and plantations.

Her mother's parents opposed the situation because, firstly, she was already engaged to someone else, secondly, they disapproved of her father, and thirdly, her parents were still studying.

Against her maternal grandparents' wishes, they agreed to be together, but a condition was set that her mother would leave the house with her father after giving birth, leaving her behind.

They accepted the agreement, fearing they would be disowned by her mother's family if they didn't.

Her father worked hard to provide for the family and educate Madeline. He was treated as a worker, not a son-in-law. However, her grandmother emphasized that he should not neglect Madeline's mother.

One morning, Madeline and I faced each other in the living room. She had just finished fourth grade.

"Madeline, please don't take away my grandchild. I'll be left alone." Her grandmother pleaded.

"Māmā, wǒmen lǚxíngle yǔ wǒ pèi'ǒu de xiéyì, xīwàng nín yě néng lǚxíng nín de chéngnuò." her mother said.

"Pèro háizǐ, pàigāi wǒ zěnme bàn ne?" her grandma cried out loud.

"Zhè shì wǒmen de xiéyì, māmā. Nín xūyào lǚxíng. Wǒmen yǐjīng rěnshòule hěn zhǎng shíjiān méiyǒu wǒmen de háizi."

"Enough with the Chinese," her father intervened. "Mom, we need our child to be with her siblings."

"You have other children, why don't you just leave Jermaine with me? I'll take care of her."

"Mom, do you want us to take this to court? We have an agreement, remember?"

Her grandmother couldn't hold back her tears. Her mother was indeed something else – unyielding, even to family, not sparing even a mother.