Chapter 57 Chapter 29(i)
FAE
The next day, Jigo brought me to his—no, our—house for the first time. Previously, I had only been to his penthouse suite in Manila, but we usually stayed at my condo. The penthouse, located in the heart of BGC, always seemed bustling with people, whereas my place, on the outskirts, offered more privacy.
His residential property was a gated one-hectare estate in Quezon City. The manor-style house stood at the back of the expansive grounds, a two-story building with a left wing. The gardens were lush with various plants, but my favorite spot was the man-made koi pond. It was surrounded by different tropical plants, banana trees, and palm trees, with river stones and limestones forming the border. Wide, rough-cut marble slabs created steps down to the clear water where I could play.
When I asked how the water stayed so clear, he explained there was a nearby solar-powered filter system, making the pond and gardens self-sufficient. Even during power outages, the irrigation continued, and the water in the pond stayed clean and flowing.
Nearby, there was a gazebo, and the grass was soft underfoot leading to it. Beyond that was the lap pool, which he used to keep fit. I knew he had a gym inside the house and equipment in his penthouse suite as well. There was a spa at one end of the lap pool and a sunken bar for drinks and barbecues during parties. There was also a tanning ledge with five recliners lined up. The pool's roofing panels were remotely operated, allowing them to open for sunlight or close for shade while swimming.
I didn't see the tennis and basketball courts until we went upstairs, where I could view other parts of the yard from the window. He gave me a tour inside the house, postponing further exploration outside until the weekend. Inside, there was a gym, a media room, a modern kitchen, and a spacious dining room. The home library doubled as a study/home office. There were two primary bedrooms, three regular bedrooms, and two guest rooms, all with their own bathrooms. According to him, his grandfather, Jack Myrick, built the house in the 1960s in preparation for his future children. But his grandmother Leah only gave birth to two sons, one of whom died young from illness. When Jigo's parents separated and his father started a new family, his grandfather bequeathed the house to Jigo upon his death.
We headed to the bedroom to rest. He told me an interior decorator would renovate and redesign the room for my wardrobe and belongings. When I commented on how many clothes I had, he assured me I wouldn’t have to worry because his stylist would buy everything I needed based on my style. I needed a wardrobe to prepare for my place beside him as his wife when everyone found out.
What could I say? I wasn’t used to calling the house ours yet. Yes, ours. Despite the prenup, it was in his Last Will, etcetera. I didn't bring up the prenup because it irritated him. He still grumbled about it to this day.
We hadn’t discussed when we’d go public as a married couple. But that would come; we just weren’t facing it yet.
“I already know your favorite brands of hair products and the like,” he said while I inspected his vanity items—or the male version of a vanity. Or his dressing table. It was off-white and wooded and still very… manly. “Anytime we come home here, you won’t need to pack a bag of your stuff.”
I remained silent, absorbing his words. He turned me to face him and embraced me. “What is it? Too much?”
I sighed. “Yes. I like living in my condo. I’m not used to this… spaciousness and luxury. I’d get lost here alone.” I looked up, our eyes meeting in the mirror. “Even Carl’s house and grounds aren’t this big.”
“Then I’ll go home to the condo. But we’ll be here on weekends or at the resort.”
I bit my lower lip. “Aren’t you feeling cramped in my place but just not saying it?”
He bent down and kissed my neck. “Nope. Do I seem cramped when I squeeze in next to you in bed when we sleep? You’re the one who moves around a lot in your sleep.”
I laughed. “Oh, that’s true!”
“That place is special to me because, remember, you let me help you when you moved there. As long as I’m next to you when we sleep, eating breakfast and dinner together in the kitchen, and we fit in the tub and the shower, I’m happy.”
“Really?”
Smiling, he kissed me on the cheek, the most handsome and sweetest man I’d ever met. “Really,” he said before kissing me on the lips and leading me toward the bed.
Needless to say, we had both thought about christening the bed. My heart raced as we undressed. I was still adjusting to the room because the wide-open windows offered views of distant residential areas and mountains instead of high-rise buildings. And it was bright.
But I didn’t get a chance to feel shy for long. If my naked body was exposed to Jigo, his was to me, too. I was making love to him with my eyes long before I straddled him and lost myself in him. Then he fucked me from behind, making me laugh and tease him when he confessed with a blush on his face he’d been dreaming of doing me like this in this very room so many times since when we were teens. Then he made me cum a few more times—I honestly forgot to count—that afternoon. Also, it’s become easier to declare my love for him the whole time that it slipped from my mouth quite naturally now, especially when I could see it made him obviously giddy and that was the cutest.
I told myself to stop disbelieving us. There was just so much of ‘us’ now that made things so real. And I truly loved him… however strangely fast the feelings and happenings evolved since the island. I so loved him that any thought contrary to what was happening to us right now created a stark constriction to my chest… like a mini heart attack.
We took a nap and woke up before it got dark.