I let out a breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding, relieved and only slightly disappointed. “Hi, Ma.”
“Hi,anak,” she tells me, walking over to my desk to give me a kiss on the forehead, as if I’m still ten years old. “I was bored this morning, so I cookedsinigang. I brought for youand Georgia.” She holds up two separate plastic bags in her hands.
“Ma, for the thousandth time, there is nothing going on between me and Georgia, and it’sextremelyuncomfortable that you brought her food, like really Ma, are you serious?—”
“Oh, please,” she scoffs, placing one bag down on my desk. “I’ll just bring it up to her myself.Bahala ka sa buhay mo,” she sniffs, turning on her heel to walk out with the other bag.
I launch myself out of my chair and move to stand between her and the door. “You cannot be seen going into her classroom,” I tell her, panicked.
She eyeballs me. “Why not?”
“Mymothercannot be seen giving a home cooked meal to the woman atworkthat I’m?—”
Ma’s face transforms into something mischievous, looking eerily similar to Izzy at the moment. She bounces on her toes. “The woman you’re what, Ollie?!”
I bang the back of my head against the door. “Nothing. Ma, just… just give it to me,” I tell her resignedly. “I’ll… I’ll bring it to her when I see her tonight. We can eat it together.”
She squeals, clapping her hands like a psychopath. “I knew it; I knew it, Ollie; she’s so wonderful, and you were so happy around her; it was so nice to see.” She kisses me on the cheek. “I’m so happy for you, Ollie. You deserve it. You work so hard.”
“Ma, just don’t… please don’t tell anyone,” I say, rubbing my eyes.
“I won’t, I won’t,” she nods vigorously. I know, then, that in about fifteen minutes I’ll be bombarded with texts from every single one of my family members.
“Please just go, Ma. I have a lot of work to do,” I say, leaning over to give her a kiss on the forehead.
“Okay, okay,anak. Give Georgia my love. And don’t forget thepatis,” she says, walking out the door.
I walk over and sit at my desk, put my head down, and groan.
I make it out of work a little past six o’clock and all but sprint to Georgia’s place, forgetting thesinigangcontainer.
Within five minutes of her opening the door, I’m inside her. I have her pinned up against the other side, the both of us still fully dressed, me in my suit, pants open in front, her dress pulled up, panties hanging off one foot. Her nails scratching my neck as I thrust. “Harder,” she groans.
“I missed this,” I pant into her neck, like the pathetic idiot I am.
She laughs, and I feel it around my dick. “It’s been like, twelve hours.”
“Eleven hours and fifty-eight minutes too long,” I say, shoving my hand between us to rub her greedy clit.
“What are those two extra minutes for?” she gasps.
“Recovery time,” I tell her, biting down when I feel her coming around me, then desperately emptying inside her not three seconds after.
We slide down to the floor. She lays horizontally, resting her head on my thigh while I sit slumped against the wall, gasping for air.
She turns her head after a few minutes, looking down at my pants. “We ruined your suit.”
I wind my fingers through her hair, combing the strands. “Worth it.”
“It’s Friday. Did you have any plans?”
I lift one of her hands and kiss every individual finger. “You.”
She smiles, liking that. “I don’t think we should trap ourselves in a sex dungeon all night. We should go out.”
“I can’t,” I say, gesturing at my suit. “Suit’s ruined. No extra clothes.”
“What were you going to do tomorrow morning, then?”
