One Night Affair With My Driver

Chapter 1

Zafierra stumbled as she walked, swaying from the effects of alcohol. She had been drinking for some time now, and the combination of walking and dancing made her even more dizzy. Is this the start of my life changing, or is it just the beginning of it becoming more miserable?

"Where's the path to the dance floor?" she muttered to the air. She couldn't see the way clearly, especially with the crowd dancing around her. She was nearing the dance floor when she suddenly tripped.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed, her heart pounding as she braced herself for the inevitable fall to the ground. She could already feel the pain of landing. Zafierra closed her eyes, having lost all hope, sure that she was about to hit the floor. But after a few moments, she realized she hadn't felt any pain.

"H-Hey, are you okay, miss?" a deep male voice reached her ears, and she quickly opened her eyes. There, she saw a man's face, more handsome than her husband. His thick, furrowed brows, his sharp nose, and even the stubble on his face made him look irresistibly attractive. *He's so handsome.*

"Miss?" he repeated, snapping her out of her daze.

She blinked rapidly at the sound of his voice, and without wasting any time, she quickly tried to stand up. But because she did it so suddenly, she lost her balance. In a panic, she grabbed at whatever she could, and her hand landed on the man's necktie, pulling them both down.

Her eyes widened in shock as his lips brushed against hers.

M-my f-first kiss...

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed again and immediately pushed the man away from her.

"What's wrong with you, woman!" the man said, clearly frustrated, as he steadied himself after being shoved by Zafierra.

"You! Why did you kiss me? My first k-"

"So, I'm your first kiss?" the man interrupted her, a strange emotion crossing his face that Zafierra couldn't quite understand. Her face flushed bright red, embarrassed that the man now knew she had never been kissed before.

"N-no! I've kissed before!" she shouted in denial, turning her face away so he wouldn't see the redness spreading across her cheeks.

"It's your first kiss, and you can take it back if you want."

Zafierra snapped her head back toward him. "R-really? I can get it back?" she asked, astonished.

"Yeah, yeah, it was your first kiss after all. Of course, milady, would you like to take it back?" the man asked her with a playful grin. Without a second thought, Zafierra nodded eagerly. *So, I can get my kiss back? I thought it wasn't possible. And besides, the man I love won't even kiss me-he's in the next room committing infidelity with my younger sister.*

"C-can I take it back now?" she asked hesitantly, feeling the man's intense gaze on her.

Her brows furrowed as the man stepped closer, reaching out to her. Startled, she protested, "H-h-hey! What are you doing?" she exclaimed, panic creeping into her voice. The man sighed deeply.

"I thought you wanted to take back your first kiss?" he said, his eyebrows furrowed as he questioned her. It was then that Zafierra realized she needed to reclaim her first kiss. "O-okay," she mumbled softly.

"Close your eyes, woman," he instructed.

Zafierra quickly followed his command, shutting her eyes tightly. Moments later, she felt something soft and slightly cold press against her lips. Startled, she opened her eyes to see the man's face so close to hers, his eyes closed as he kissed her.

*H-he kissed me? Is this what he meant by taking my kiss back?* She was about to pull away when the man bit her lower lip gently, and she let out a soft moan.

This isn't right-it's an act of betrayal and sin. But... could I allow myself to experience something like this, just for tonight? Something that Laurence never gave me? Can't I be free, just for one night? If my new husband can be with someone else, can't I do the same? It's so unfair. I'm his wife, I should be the one he's making happy tonight, but instead, he's in someone else's arms. *To hell with it, I'll let whatever happens tonight happen.*

As the man started to pull away, Zafierra quickly grabbed his collar, pulling him closer. "C-can you make me feel good tonight?" she asked in the midst of their kiss. She saw the surprise on the man's face before he grinned wickedly.

"My pleasure, baby," he whispered to her.

Zafierra gasped at his response. "You'd agree?" she said, still shocked.

Zafierra furrowed her brows when the man didn't answer, choosing instead to kiss her again. The moment his lips touched hers, she felt like electricity was surging through her, excitement flooding her body.

This is it-there's no turning back now, Zafierra.

She returned the man's kisses passionately, her hands gripping his shoulders to steady herself as his kisses became more intense.

"I have a car where do you want to go? A hotel, or my car?" the man asked between kisses.

"Y-you choose," she responded breathlessly, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up.

The man quickly carried her out of the bustling bar and straight to his car. He placed her in the passenger seat and fastened her seatbelt before getting in himself. As he drove, Zafierra stared out the window, lost in thought.

Is this okay? Laurence won't find out about this, right? As long as no one tells him. But... this really is wrong.

"Ohhhh..." she moaned as the man suddenly slid his hand under her skirt, touching her intimately. She wasn't wearing anything but a thong under her skirt, leaving her completely exposed to his touch.

She gripped his hand tightly, her body arching in pleasure from the sensation. "Uhmm... Ahhhh..." she moaned repeatedly as his fingers brushed against her sensitive spot, sending waves of pleasure through her.

She hadn't even realized the car had stopped until she looked outside and saw the ocean in front of them. "S-someone might see us here," Zafierra said nervously, glancing around anxiously.

"Don't worry, my car is heavily tinted," the man reassured her.

Before she could protest further, he kissed her again, cutting off her words. "Uhmm... Ahhhh..." Zafierra moaned, her hands gripping his strong arms.

"Lay down, my lady, so I can eat you," the man said seductively.

Without hesitation, Zafierra followed his command, closing her eyes. She could feel the heat of his breath as he moved closer to her most sensitive area.

"Ahhh... Y-yes," she moaned as his lips touched her

However, a few moments passed, and the man still didn't follow her command. Instead, he quickened the pace of his fingers inside her, "Ohhh... Ahhh... K-keep going," she moaned as he continued to speed up his movements.

She felt something building up in her lower abdomen, as if she was about to pee. "I-I think I'm going to pee," Zafierra said in a panic.

She heard him chuckle at her words. "Let it out," he commanded, lowering his head to her again, licking and sucking her intimately.

"Ohhhh!!! it's coming!" she moaned, feeling the release flow from her as he licked her quickly.

"H-hey, don't lick it!" Zafierra said in a panic, trying to stop him, but it was too late. He had already sucked it all up.

The man positioned himself behind her and pulled down his pants. Her eyes widened at the sight of his thick and long member.

Oh no, will that even fit inside me? Why does it look so angry?

"Don't worry, it will fit," he teased her playfully.

She quickly closed her eyes and turned her face to the side, feeling her cheeks heat up, sure that they had turned bright red again.

"Ohhh...uhmm..." Zafierra moaned as the man rubbed his member against her.

As he entered her, she felt something tear inside, and tears immediately fell from her eyes due to the pain.

"F-f*ck! You're a f*ck*ng virgin?!" the man exclaimed in shock at Zafierra. But she didn't respond; she just kept her eyes closed, tears flowing from the pain.

"I'll be gentle. Please tell me when I can move," the man said, worried for her.

Minutes passed, and Zafierra started to feel heat rising in her body again, so she began to move on her own.

"F*ck, don't move, you'll hurt yourself," the man said, still concerned.

"P-please?" she asked him.

The man took a deep breath before slowly starting to move on top of her. "Ohhhh," Zafierra moaned as an unfamiliar pleasure spread through her.

He thrusted into her gently at first, then gradually picked up speed. "Ahhhh!! Ahhhh! Go deeper!" Zafierra moaned, her voice rising.

The man wasted no time and immediately followed her request. "Ahhh! Ahhh! You're so tight," he groaned.

Zaf couldn't hold back any longer and started matching his thrusts, meeting him with each one. "Ahhh! Ohhh! I-I'm close," she moaned.

Moments later, Zafierra reached her climax, while the man continued thrusting into her. "Ohhh! Ohhh! I'm almost there," the man groaned as he sped up even more.

A few minutes later, the man pulled out his c*ck and stroked it up and down. In just a few moments, his white liquid shot onto her stomach.

Both of them were breathing heavily, with the man still on top of her. Exhausted, Zafierra drifted off to sleep, partly due to the alcohol.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 1

Grimm's POV

"Have you found what I asked for?" Grimm asked his personal assistant.

"N-not yet, sir. Aside from the details you gave, none of the women we've tracked match." Grimm's assistant replied.

He gripped his pen tightly. That woman had the audacity to leave me on the beach without even telling me her name.

"Let me know when you find her," he said firmly to his assistant.

The man quickly nodded and exited his office. Grimm sighed as he leaned back in his swivel chair.

A few hours later, he stood up, ready to head back to his condo. As he stepped out, he saw his assistant frowning.

"Percy, what happened?" Grimm asked.

Percy looked at Grimm with a confused expression.

"Uhm... I-I'm not sure if this is the woman, sir, because she's already married," Percy said hesitantly.

Grimm's heart raced. "Show me," he commanded emotionlessly.

Percy nodded and showed him a picture from his laptop. At first glance, Grimm's jaw dropped-it was the woman he had been with in the Maldives.

It's been months, Grimm thought. He had only recently decided to search for her because no matter how hard he tried to forget her, he couldn't.

"It's not her, she's not married," he lied.

He walked away from his assistant's desk as if it were nothing, but inside, his heart pounded, almost as if it would burst.

So, she's married? How could she have given herself to me if she was already married? He couldn't think of any other reason for her actions.

Grimm quickly got into his car and drove to his condo. He had to know where this woman was. Upon arriving at his condominium, he swiftly parked and exited the car, heading straight for the elevator to reach his floor.

Minutes later, the elevator bell rang, signaling he had arrived. Carrying his suitcase, he walked down the hallway towards his condo. He had purchased two units and had them renovated into one, with five bedrooms, a large living room, kitchen, and even a laundry room.

Once inside, Grimm removed his tie. He had attended a meeting earlier, hence the formal attire. Exhausted from the day's work, coupled with the revelation that the woman he had been searching for was married, he collapsed onto his long sofa.

Suddenly, his phone rang, irritating him. He glanced at the caller ID and saw it was his best friend.

"Bro," he greeted.

"Chill, bro. I'm just asking if you've found the woman yet?" Kelvin, his friend, responded.

Zafierra's POV

"Zafierra, child, you should eat or Laurence might scold you again," her nanny, Nanay Edeng, said with concern.

Oh, right, another thing. Since we got married, he's been short-tempered.

"Nay, I'm still full," Zaf excused herself.

"Alright, just let me know when you're hungry, and I'll prepare something," Nanay Edeng replied.

Zafierra nodded as Nanay Edeng left to continue her chores.

If only my mom were still alive, my life wouldn't be this chaotic. If only my father hadn't found another woman, maybe he would've seen my worth.

Her father had thought that by marrying her off to Laurence, her life would be better, but little did he know, her life had only become more miserable. Especially now that she knew there was something between her sister and her husband.

Zaf sighed before getting up from the sofa and walking to her room. If she wasn't sulking in the living room, she'd be in her room-after all, she had done nothing but stare into space all day.

She spent the entire afternoon in her room, waiting for her husband to come home. Even though she knew what was happening, she tried not to think about it because she had sinned as well-on their honeymoon, no less. What will Laurence's reaction be when he finds out I'm no longer a virgin?

For the second time, Zaf sighed and decided to sit out on the balcony. But just as she was about to, there was a knock on her door.

"Zafierra, come out. Your husband is home!" Nanay Edeng shouted.

Her attention was immediately caught. She quickly ran to the door to leave the room.

"Really, Nay? Laurence is here?" Zaf said excitedly.

But when she saw the expression on the old woman's face, she noticed the disappointment.

"N-Nay, why do you look like that?" Zafierra asked, her heart pounding.

Nanay Edeng took a deep breath before speaking, "As usual, child," her voice laced with sorrow.

The happiness Zafierra had felt just moments ago vanished. She knew exactly what Nanay Edeng meant. Her shoulders slumped as she walked downstairs lifelessly, not even bothering to fix herself-there was no point.

*Why should I bother fixing myself when the only person he sees is my sister?

Zafierra's POV

"Oh hi, big sister! How are you?" her sister Karina asked mockingly.

Zafierra winced at the sound of her sister's voice. "I'm okay, Karina. As you can see, I'm still breathing." She forced a smile, knowing that if she let this escalate, it would lead to another fight with Laurence. Even though her sister was clearly at fault, in her husband's eyes, she was the one to blame.

"I'm here to tell you that your father is dead," Karina said nonchalantly.

How could she say something like that so casually? Dad adored her and ignored me to be a father to her and her mother. And now she reacts like this? As if it's nothing?

"How can you say that like you don't care about our dad, Karina?!" Zaf shouted at her sister.

"How dare you slap Karina, Zafierra!" Laurence's voice boomed as he pulled Karina into his arms.

"Why? Why can't I slap her when she's acting like my father's death means nothing? Seriously, Laurence? You're siding with her over your own wife?" Zaf screamed, pointing at her sister.

"I don't care about you! If it weren't for your father's request and the deal we made, I would have married Karina!" Laurence shouted back, and with that, he slapped Zaf hard.

Zaf couldn't believe it. She stared at the man she had once loved while holding her stinging cheek.

*I thought he married me because he loved me. Turns out it was all part of some deal. Nice acting, Lau.*

"If you really loved my sister, you could've refused my father's offer. You weren't born a puppet, Laurence Collin. You could have said no!" Zaf screamed in his face before turning and storming back to her room.

As soon as Zafierra entered the room, she went straight to the bed and cried endlessly.

"I hate you, Dad! I hate you! If only you had believed me back then, we would have been happy now. But f**k you! Leave me alone! You prioritized that cursed mother and daughter over me. You neglected your real daughter, the one who truly cared for and loved you. Now that you're gone, my suffering in this world has only doubled."

"M-Mommy's already gone, and now you, too? Why did you both leave me? I need you, but now you've abandoned me. I'll never be able to hug you again."

Zaf continued crying in her room, while her husband was still busy comforting her stepsister, who was also in tears.

Zafierra had locked herself in her room for hours, causing the elderly Edeng to become worried.

"Excuse me, sir, uhm, should I prepare ma'am's clothes for her to leave for her father's wake?" the old woman asked respectfully.

Karina shot the elderly woman a sharp glare for interrupting.

"Yes, Manang, please do," Laurence answered the old woman.

The old woman nodded before heading to her mistress's room. "Zafierra, child, open the door!" she called from outside.

Moments later, the door creaked open, revealing Zafierra's tear-streaked, flushed, and disheveled face, likely from hours of crying. "Manang, what is it?" Zaf asked in a hoarse voice.

The old woman took a deep breath, feeling pity for her mistress. "Child, get dressed. I'll pack your things. Laurence might take you along today so you can attend your father's wake," she said gently.

Zaf's face twisted upon hearing the old woman's words. "I hope he hires a driver so I don't have to ride with that witch," Zafierra said, her voice laced with frustration.

The old woman sighed sadly at the sight of Zafierra's face. "Child, if you end up in the same car as Karina, just try to ignore her for now. I understand your pain, but please, let's respect your father's wake. I know Zandro wasn't a perfect father to you, but in his final rest, perhaps we can show him that it's okay for him to go, so he can rest in peace. Can you do that, my child?"

Tears streaming down her face, Zaf nodded and hugged the old woman tightly. "Thank you for staying with me, Nanay. You're the only one I have left," she sobbed.

The old woman patted Zaf's shoulder gently before speaking, "There, there, go get dressed, and I'll pack your things."

Zaf nodded and headed to the closet to grab clothes and a towel, preparing to shower before her husband could scold her again for moving slowly, especially with his attention-seeking sister around.

To Be Continued...

Chapter 3

Third Person POV

Zafierra left her room and wanted to go downstairs to ask her husband if she could avoid riding in the same car with him, especially since her stepsister was there. However, before she could reach the bottom of the stairs, she heard her stepsister yelling.

"Babe! I don't want her to go with us! Can't we make her ride in a separate car?!" her stepsister shouted loudly.

*Same as you, b****! I can't stand being in the same car with you either, or I might end up punching you.*

"Fine, fine. Wait, I'll call the new hire. He might have already arrived," Laurence said, ending his conversation with Karina.

"Hello, Raven, have you arrived at the dock?"

"Oh yes, yes, I need your help right now. Okay, I'll wait," Zaf heard her husband saying.

Zaf immediately went back upstairs, feeling relieved that she wouldn't have to be in the same car as her stepsister. *I really can't bear to be around that flirtatious woman.*

An hour later, Zaf heard a noise from outside, so she quickly went down to the living room to talk to Laurence, hoping she could leave ahead of them since she would be with the new driver and the elderly Nanay Edeng. As soon as she reached the living room, she heard people laughing.

"So, that's your role here, Raven. Thanks for arriving today; I really need you at this time," Laurence said.

So Raven is my driver's name. Nice name.

"Lau!" she called out to her husband, who immediately turned toward her.

"What?" he replied coldly.

She forced a fake smile. "Can I leave ahead? After all, I'll be with Nanay Edeng."

"Do what you want, Zaf. You're old enough, and besides, your personal driver is already here," Laurence replied indifferently.

He's so insensitive. He didn't even bother to ask how I'm feeling after my father's death.

Without looking back, she left her husband and returned to her room to get her suitcase. "Nanay, let's go. We'll leave ahead," she said to the elderly woman who was sitting quietly in a wooden chair by her computer table.

The old woman silently followed her. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Zaf saw her stepsister watching her with raised eyebrows.

"What? Don't look at me as if I've stolen something from you, because we both know who the real thief is," Zafierra said to her stepsister.

Before her stepsister could react, Zaf quickly walked away.

"Let's go, Raven," she said before leaving the house. She heard her stepsister's angry yell, which made her laugh as she imagined the look on her face. I bet her face is as red as a tomato. Pffft...

"Where are we going, ma'am?" the driver asked Zafierra.

Why does his voice sound familiar?

Unable to resist, Zaf glanced at the rearview mirror, and her jaw dropped. *Impossible. How did he find me and end up as my driver? What should I do? Will he recognize me? Oh gosh, this is so embarrassing. He won't tell my husband, will he? And maybe he's forgotten about me, or didn't recognize me since it was dark that night. I hope so...

"To Cagayan de Oro, Raven," she replied, avoiding looking in the mirror.

"Noted, ma'am," he said in a deep voice.

Zaf quickly closed her eyes, trying to block out the memory that kept playing in her mind. While she had her eyes shut, Raven kept sneaking glances at the rearview mirror, surprised at how different she was from the woman he met in the Maldives. *She's beautiful, and thank God her idiot husband is blind. How could he not see her beauty and kindness? Why did he even marry her if he truly loves her sister? What a fool.*

"Where are you from, son?" Nanay Edeng suddenly asked.

Raven shifted his eyes to the elderly woman sitting next to Zafierra. "I'm from Manila, Nanay."

Nanay Edeng frowned, "That's far, son. Won't you miss your parents or relatives?"

Raven chuckled softly. "I'm used to it, Nanay, so it's okay to be away from them."

"Is that so? It's good they allowed you to come. How old are you, son?"

"They didn't really have a choice, Nanay, and I'm 27 years old," he replied politely.

"I see. How long is the trip, son? I think I'll take a nap for a while," the elderly woman said with a chuckle.

"The trip will take about four hours, Nanay. Go ahead and rest. I'll wake you when we reach Cagayan de Oro."

"Alright, son."

The trip continued quietly, and Raven was thankful there wasn't much traffic. He wasn't sure about Cagayan de Oro, though, as he'd heard news about its traffic jams being as bad as EDSA's. The drive from Surigao City to Cagayan de Oro usually took around four hours.

Four hours later, they arrived in Cagayan de Oro. Raven was about to speak when the elderly woman stirred.

"Have we arrived, son?" she asked.

"We're just in the city, Nanay. Where do we go from here?" he politely asked.

"Where exactly are we, son?" she asked again.

Raven looked around and saw a mall named Limketkai Mall, with a hotel beside it called Limketkai Luxe Hotel.

"We're at Limketkai, Nanay."

"Ah, turn there, son. I'll guide you from here."

"Who told you to hire a driver? Does Laurence know about this?"

She rolled her eyes before looking at her stepmother. "Laurence personally hired him, Ma. If I were the one to hire him, I wouldn't have the money to pay him." She let out a long sigh and sat on the bed, wanting to go back to sleep as she was still drowsy.

"You probably requested this from him again, didn't you?" her stepmother accused.

She rolled her eyes again at the baseless accusation. "Mama, this is your son's fault. If he hadn't been constantly complaining, Laurence wouldn't have hired me a personal driver. And please, if all you have to say are judgments and accusations, you can leave. I'm tired from the trip, so please, leave me alone." She said, laying down on the bed.

"Don't tell me when to leave your room or what to do, Zafierra. I'm here to tell you not to dare mention anything about your marriage to any of the guests. My son has already introduced Laurence as his fiancée. The moment you open your mouth, it's goodbye to the Zamora mansion for you, Zafierra Kyen Vega." Her stepmother's words were serious, especially as she addressed her by her full name.

Zafierra remained silent and refused to look at her stepmother. She was filled with bitterness, knowing there were many ways she could be blackmailed. She had no leverage, not even as Laurence's wife.

After a few moments, Josephine left, and the older woman, Nanay Deng, entered the room to check if Zafierra would like to have dinner.

"Dear, are you going to eat dinner?" Nanay Deng asked her.

She listened to her body, but she didn't feel hungry, and she had no appetite. "I won't be eating dinner, Nay. You and the driver can go ahead," she said, turning on her back and pulling the blanket over herself.

She wanted to sleep early to rest, not wanting to look like a panda in front of the guests tomorrow.

"Alright, I'll leave you be. Just call me if you get hungry, and I'll prepare something for you," the older woman reminded her, to which Zafierra only responded with a nod. Minutes later, sleep overtook her, and she drifted into a deep slumber.

It was the final day of her father's wake, and the visitors came in droves, especially his business colleagues. "My condolences, dear. Zandro was so young to be taken from this world, but there's nothing we can do. That's life-some come, and others go," a social but kind elderly woman said sadly. Zafierra simply nodded to express her gratitude for the woman's visit to her father's wake.

The family had been very busy, especially in the evenings, since most of the guests were occupied during the day. Zafierra sat in a chair near her father's coffin. "Thank you for being with me, Dad. Even though I sometimes couldn't hold my tongue and spoke harshly to you, I love you. Please tell Mom I miss her," she whispered to herself.

"Dear, you should eat. Let's eat in your room," Nanay Deng said.

Zaf looked at the older woman and saw her pleading eyes. She sighed deeply before standing up. She hadn't been eating properly for days, so she understood why Nanay Deng was worried. "Okay, Nay," she agreed, standing up.

They walked together toward her room, and on the way, Zaf saw her stepsister happily chatting with some elders. She felt like she was losing her mind because even during the wake, Karina only cared about herself.

"Sister!" Karina suddenly called out.

Zaf turned toward her stepsister, noticing the furrowed brows of the elders she was talking to, intrigued by Karina calling her name.

To Be Continued....