Chapter 6
In the penthouse of Mayfair Tower along U.N. Avenue, blaring moans of a female echo through the air as her naked body dances in rhythm, almost breathless, savoring the carnal pleasure his manhood offers. Vince Madrigal, in his half-asleep pleasantly responds to her drastic moves as she satisfies her desire while moving her hips up and down and later in forward and backward motion. Finally, the long wait is over. His heart rejoices, his mind shouts in utmost passion. Mikaella Lee eventually gives in. He cannot hold it any longer. He cannot wait any moment to let the warm fluids inside him explodes in extreme delight.
The world seems to stop and everything tumbles down in glaring ecstasy when an avalanche of desire escapes from the deepest labyrinth of his being. Vince is caught unprepared, and there is nothing he can do but let himself drift in the roaring current. Truly, what is happening is worth the wait.
Vince slowly opens his eyes, still savoring the indescribable taste of satisfaction from the seventh heaven he has just landed. But the sweet memory painted on his lips is not designed to stay forever. Suddenly, someone seems to throw a bucket of ice-cold water on his waking asleep. The wanton image of a naked woman on top of him brings back his sanity. She is not Mikaella Lee.
Down on the 7th floor, an hour before, Michael Amoroso pulls the satin white blanket to cover his nude body. A young mestiza slowly caresses the lines of fine hair on his chest, her head leaning on his shoulders.
“When will you take me to Isla Carillo, sweetheart?” she asks as she positions her face opposite to him.
“Will you? Please. I want to be with you while you are offshore,” she continues. This time, she is not only teasing the fine lines of hair on his chest, she is pouring tiny kisses on it that leads to his physical awakening the second time around. Michael feels his manhood grows bigger again and without a word, he pushed her head down near his navel and said, “Give me another blow, baby.” Like an obedient servant, the young mestiza moves her body down and begins sucking his dick. “She is a pro,” Michael secretly thought while savoring the warmth of her tongue. Girls like her are not his type. Though he enjoys having them in bed, Michael prefers the naïve type, those women who are less aggressive and has less experience. With them, he feels more superior because like in a vessel, it is he who needs to maneuver. He is a good teacher. And he loves teaching them the different styles and techniques in bed.
Few hours later, and before dawn cracks at U.N. Avenue, Michael Amoroso rides the first trip of LRT to Pasay. On the bedside table of room 701, the lady discovers a credit card and a note that says, “Thank you.”
It happens often, and Michael Amoroso is already used to his last words. The moment he says thank you to the woman he brings in bed, it means his final goodbye.
The lady upon seeing the note screams in mixed emotions. She and Michael Amoroso met online a few months ago. While working in a hotel in Dubai, she found comfort in Michael’s messages until such time that they agreed to meet virtually and before it was too late, she had already fallen to his trap. For her, it is true love. She wants to meet his family and go to the places he spent his childhood. She even begins to create dreams for the two of them and plans to quit her job to be a full time wife and mother of his children while waiting for his offshore leave.
Michael Amoroso, the man who just dumped her, the man she could even make a bargain with hell just to get even, will someday pay his debt. She swears, then starts heading to the bathroom. A few minutes later, the tall slender mestiza comes out, elegantly walks head high out of the door, then she goes down to the ground floor where a white Fortuner awaits.
Michael Amoroso slips out of the LRT’s sliding door and heads downstairs. Heavy traffic begins to build up along Taft Avenue that causes grains of sweat to scatter like pearls on his forehead. He needs to be at the crewing agency before 6 in the morning for today is the schedule of his final interview and he does not want to miss that. He shakes his head in dissatisfaction and regrets that he boarded the LRT to Pasay in order to kill time, where in fact, his appointment is just a few blocks away from Mayfair tower.
Michael has been in the city for a week to attend the prescribed training of the agency and have the required medical checkup for seafarers, and of course, to have the time of his life.
Being confined in the cargo vessel for a six-month contract can be both heaven and hell. Every contract is sealed with a huge amount of money that requires a sturdy physical being, and quite stable emotion. For newbies, the first contracts are all glory, financial security, and personal satisfaction. But for the elder ones, the vessel is another version of a prison hall, with good food, good wine, and dollars in the pocket. And Michael falls on the latter category. He works hard every contract and makes sure he saves more than one half of his income. Even before his first contract, Michael knows he will not wait for his retirement in the ocean. He wants a life in Isla Carillo. He will develop Isla Carillo. But Mikaella Lee ruins his plans.
He signals his right hand to stop the first cab he sees on the road, then orders the chauffer to take him to BTC Midship Office in Ermita. There on the lobby, Michael sees the long row of seafarers like him waiting for their turn.
When Michael enters the room, a voluptuous woman on the front desk greets him. Her thick eyelashes wink a few times as she hands him his folder, then taps her pen on the desk three times. Michael Amoroso easily catches the signal. Nazi Mumbaran, BTC Midship’s secretary, is Michael’s other woman on the port. No strings attach. She and Michael enjoy each other’s company on bed. To Nazi, Michael does not need to say “thank you” for she knows her place. She knows Michael’s game, and she is a playmate who willingly accepts defeat.
Back to the penthouse of Mayfair Tower, Vince Madrigal harshly pushes the naked woman on top of him and pulls the linen on the side to cover his nudity.
“Who are you?” his eyeballs move from the top of her head down to her naked bottom.
“What the fuck is happening?” Vince asks the woman who slowly gets up and walks nakedly on the other end of the room.
“Well, well, well,” she starts clapping her hands displaying the heavily painted slender fingers. “Architect Madrigal, I’ll see you tomorrow,” the woman continues while mindlessly putting on her red evening gown.
When his sanity comes back, Vince Madrigal realizes he has been set up. The woman’s scent leaves a suffocating ambiance. He slams the door as he recalls hearing feeble voices of ladies flirting while tossing glasses during the last night’s Toledo Group of Companies’ 50th anniversary celebration.