Not A Saint (ENGLISH VERSION)

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I SILENTLY went in Bellevera's car. But in the car, he doesn't stop making obscene things towards me. His rough hand was always on my smooth, long and rounded thigh. He could see that in the slit of the side of the gown I am wearing. "You are so beautiful my fianceè. I can wait a day to touch you. My hands are so itchy that my palms run all over your body, Celestine," he said as he focused his gaze on the road we were approaching on.

I lowered his hand a few times to make it steady but his other hand, which should have been holding the gear stick/lever, was always moving. I think he thought that my legs were also a gear stick for him to hold and simply touch and gripping it a lot of times.

"I am wondering what soap or lotion are you using? You have flawless and touchable skin. My palm enjoys caressing you."

I removed his hand again but he insisted even more until I felt that he was interested in something else. He is already grabbing something inside my gown. He strokes there, between my lacy underwear. Up and down, his finger looking for bulky meat of my organ.

I pinched his hand because of the strange tickle it brought. I shouldn't be tickled but I can't help it. I immediately pulled his hand away. "Stop! What do you want? Can you just drive peacefully?"

He focused his attention on me. "You know, I don't know why you're still narrowing down. You have nothing to lose no matter how many times I take you, Celestine," he kept reminding me.

His eyes that look at me were dark. "Because you don't know about dignity, so you can't understand me." I turned to the other side of the window, putting my leg on top of the other. We stopped opposite the fountain. Then the other side is the entrance of the high-rise hotel.

He went down first, handed the key to the valet. What a shameless as*shole, that he even didn't open the car door for me. I think he is disgusted by what I did because he didn't have his score.

Before reaching the entrance door, he just approached me and took my hand to put on his arm. I tried to remove his hand but I could do nothing when someone approached us and he whispered to me. "Behave like a good servant, Celestine, before I can strip you naked right now," he strongly threatened me.

I was just forced to drift because of what he said.

When I turned my eyes and looked around, most of them were old and had wives, girlfriends, or I didn't know if they were hooked ups or affairs. Maybe his father's business partners are the ones here so most of them are elderly. There are also a few about our age who I think are children of their investors. When I say children, I didn't mean kids, I am saying about son/daughter.

"Oh, Glad you came. We thought you weren't coming. Your dad didn't come but you are representing him," an elderly man approached us and gracefully talk to him.

"Yes. This is my fiancee, Mister Raymundo," Bellevera said started to introduce me.

I just bowed and smiled. It's rude if I don't react and felt disgusted. They don't have anything with my anger, just Bellevera. Only him.

"Oh. So, when is the engagement party? I don't think we knew you had a long-time girlfriend."

"Eventually, yes. She wasn't my girlfriend. Just an arranged marriage, You know, what rich people do."

I don't know why I felt annoyed at what Bellevera said. I felt embarrassed when he said it was just an arranged marriage. I mean, I don't have an issue about us saying we have an arranged marriage here, so it just seems like an embarrassment that I am not his long-time girlfriend. What he said was true so why should I be hurt?

Ugh! This thing. I just shook my head to forget what I heard.

"Have a champagne, hija," the old man offered me as the waiter passed by and took it to hand it to me.

But Bellevera snatched it from his hand and then stabbed him with a swallow stare. "Don't worry about her, Mister Raymundo. Just mind your wife and dance her." After saying that Bellevera pulled me somewhere.

I pulled my hand away from his grip. "You shouldn't have insulted him. That man is just being nice."

"Look who's talking here. Are you saying that you will favor the old man more than me? Don't insult me like that, Celestine. You are mine and I don't want any other man approaching, teasing you, and especially having you." He just let go of my hand after saying that.

I turned my back on him.

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"I will drink champagne. After all, you don't want anyone to give it to me, I'll take it."

He didn't stop me. Until I got close to the waiter and asked for champagne. I feel like I need more alcohol now to face Bellevera.

I can't make any moment to be with him right now. If I could just speed up time I would have done it.

IN ONE drink, I finished the champagne. That's when Bellevera stood and look at me.

"Care to dance?" Then I realized that the song was changed. A romantic sway song.

I just don't understand why he's doing this? I don't believe in his intention to woo me. Even though I don't know him very well, I know he doesn't tend to flirt. Why he would rather flirt with me and had the interest? He looks great that any woman will drool over his looks and they can even undress to be with him for a night. So, why he chooses me? Of all the women in the world, he can even find a better and decent one.

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"Will you take my hand or not?" he asked impatiently again when it was left on the air and waited for my action.

"I don't know how to dance."

"You don't have to."

"I have the same left foot."

"I will guide you."

I would have answered again when his arm wrapped around my waist to hug me.

"Another reason, I will be true to what I said, I will strip you n*ked."

Holding my breath I just can't fight with him anymore.

I literally held my breath with every touch of his breath in my ear. I shudder every time our bodies touch.

He positions both my hands putting them to rest on his shoulder, while his hands are staying both the edge of my waist.

I wish I could just step on his feet and pretend I didn't know or it was an accident. But I can't as he was watching my feet right now. He just bent down and watched every step of my feet as if he already knew every step I took to bring him down.

When the waiter passed by I grabbed the glass again and gulp the champagne in one drink. Then quickly returned it to the waiter.

"Don't pretend you're drunk. You will look like a fool out of yourself."

That would be better, so you can have to lose your dignity, as*hole! I avoid looking at his warm eyes. I just let him do what he wanted and moves what he felt to do so.

I pushed him slightly. "I need to go to the washroom," I reasoned.

He loosened his grip on my waist and let me escape.

I wanted to run away and just leave him but I knew he would still find me. There is no room to escape.

Not here.

Not now.

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I asked one of the waitresses there and she gladly showed me the way to the bathroom.

When I went inside, I immediately wiped my face with the water running on the sink and then dried my cheek with a paper towel.

"Hi. You're supposed to be Zeke's date," the woman told me after staring at me. She's wearing a stunning yellow gown. A white pearl on her neck and a rounded bracelet on her wrist. "Better not to trust him, darling," she told me. "Why? How well do you know Mister Bellevera?"

"If you need to know. This is my phone." She handed the phone to me. "Put your number and I will send you whatever you wanted to know about him."

Her hair is tangled clean while some strands are hanging both sides as a design of her hairstyle. I did what she said. I put my number there so I could know even more about the personality of the man who's with me.

"I'm a friend. Trust me. By the way, you look stunning tonight. Aside from the ladies I've seen your beauty is magnificent. "

I smiled back at her then returned the phone to it. "Thanks. You are beautiful too."

He waved at me and said, "Thank you." As she went outside the washroom.

It can't be hidden that she's way taller than me. The heel of her sandal was lower but my height only reaches up to her ears. She also looks elegant and an elitist.

There was no one in the bathroom and it seemed like I just wanted to stay there and not coming out, meeting that bastard. Suddenly the door opened again and I thought a woman came in. But no. There is none other than Bellevera. "I thought you are running away from me. I'm worried that it takes longer for you to come back."

I just fixed my gown and was about to leave when he grabbed my arm again.

"Where are you going?" His stares nailed at my face. As if he is going to eat me alive.

"I am going home. I don't belong here. I am not an elitist and I am not as rich as you."

"No," he stressed out. "You will stay here on my side as long as I want."

I pulled my arm from his grip. "I am not your puppet and I never will."