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I have incorporated the previous chapter so as to facilitate the flow of the story and freshen the memory of readers since the said chapter was posted three months ago.
This is dedicated to all of my beloved Lolos and Titos, SCs (older men) here who, despite their age, still keep their machismo burning like wildfire.
`Love you, and this one’s for you guys!
PS, this is also dedicated to both younger and older women who are independent and empowered in their own right.
Mapanukso [Chapter 1]
“Where the hell is my coffee?!” Pasigaw na tanong ni Governor Lasala sa kanyang sekretayang si Grace.
Kanina pa mainit ang kanyang ulo. Hindi pa secured ang kanyang kandidatura bilang senador sa nalalapit na halalan.
Sa ngayon, napakalaki na ng kanyang nagagastos para sa kampanya. Ayon sa polls at surveys na inilalathala sa mga dyaryo at ipinapahayag sa telebisyon at radyo, pasok siya sa Top 12.
Subalit para sa kanya, hindi sapat na makapasok lang sa ika-labing-dalawang puwesto. Kailangang maihanay siya sa mga nangungunang kandidato.
Tinungo niya ang conference room ng kanyang campaign headquarters. Naabutan niyang nagtatalo ang mga campaign managers niya tungkol sa magkasalungat na mga campaign strategies ng mga ito.
Lalong uminit ang kanyang ulo.
“Paano ako mananalo nito kung kayo mismo hindi magkasundo?!” sigaw niya sa kanyang mga tauhan.
Natahimik ang lahat ng nasa conference room.
“Richie, talk to me,” aniya sa kanyang campaign manager na nakabase sa NCR.
“So far, so good, Gov. You’re ratings are the same as last week,” sagot nito.
“The same? Hindi man lang tumaas?!”
Hindi ito sumagot.
“What about in VisMin?”
“Just the same Sir,” sagot naman ng isa niya pang campaign manager na naka-assign sa kanyang kampanya sa Visayas at Mindanao.
“Dammit!” Aniya sabay tapon ng mga campaign materials na nasa mesa.
“How will I win if you will not do your fucking jobs well?! Huh?! Paano?!”
Tinapon niya ang mga flyers at sample ballots sa harap ng kanyang mga campaign managers.
Halos mangiyak-ngiyak na ang mga ito.
Tahimik ang buong conference room. Ang maririnig lamang ay ang paghikbi ng kanyang mga campaign managers at ang kanyang malalim na paghinga.
Subalit may isang babaeng nakatayo sa may pintuan ang biglang nagsalita.
Halatang maganda ang hubog ng katawan sa kabila ng mamahaling damit at itim na blazer.
“Well, I’m quite certain. You won’t win.”
“Well I’m quite certain, you won’t win,” pakikisawsaw ni Rebecca sa panggigisa ni Governor Alberto Lasala sa mga tauhan nito.
Kanina pa siya nagmamasid sa bawat galaw ng gobernador.
She must admit that despite his age and the few yet evident streaks of gray hair, he still looks great.
Matipuno pa rin ang pangangatawan. Talo pa ang mga binata kung tutuusin.
In other words, he still looks hot.
Yummy, in fact.
“And who the hell are you?!” sigaw ng gobernador sa kanya.
“If I were you, I’d change my strategy,” aniya habang sinusuri ang mga tarpaulin at flyers na nasa mesa.
“How dare you say that I will lose?” tanong nito sa kanya.
Tumawa siya sabay iling.
“Philippine elections are so predictable, I’m telling you,” aniya sabay upo at nag-crosslegs sa harap ng gobernador.
“And based on your current standing in the SWS surveys and private polls, you’ll definitely lose,” patuloy niya habang nakatitig dito.
She likes how he looks at her intently.
Halatang umuusok na ito sa galit dahil sa pagiging pakialamera niya.
“Guard! Get this woman out of here!” Utos ng gobernador sa guwardiya na nakatayo sa labas ng conference room.
Itinaas niya ang kanyang kamay at nagmuwestra sa guwardya na huwag siyang hawakan.
Tumayo siya at humarap kay Governor Lasala.
“Trust me, if you keep on employing this type of campaign strategy, if you keep on playing that lousy paid advertisement in the local TV, matatalo ka talaga.”
Napatiim-bagang ang gobernador.
“ Your overpriced commercial doesn’t have an impact. Walang dating. It doesn’t stir up the emotions of the millions of viewers all over the country. Walang emosyon. And all you had to brag about is the progress you’ve brought to your province?”
She let out a sarcastic laugh and continued.
“What about your family? Believe it or not, Filipinos may be modern in lots of ways but we still value family ties. Voters opt for the alpha male. Yung padre de pamilya. Yung mapagkakatiwalaan. You have a beautiful family, use them. Utilize your own resources. Use them to move the hearts of millions of voters nationwide,” mahabang litanya niya sabay bitbit sa kanyang bag at lumakad papunta sa pintuan.
Napatanga ang gobernador sa kanyang mga sinabi.
Habang naglalakad, narinig niya ang isang campaign manager na tinatanong ang katabi nito kung sino siya.
Lumingon siya rito at sinabing…
“I’m Becca. Rebecca Gatchalian. Google it whenever you have some free time.”
Mapanukso [Chapter 2]
“I’m Becca. Rebecca Gatchalian. Google it whenever you have some free time.”
Wala siyang pakialam kung isipin ni Governor Lasala pati na ng mga tauhan nito na mayabang siya. She really doesn’t give a damn. Alam ni Becca na magaling siya. She’s a competent lawyer and she’s confident in fixing whatever mess politicians or other big shots get into.
Sa dami ng high profile cases na inilalapit sa kanya, wala na siyang panahon para bigyan ng pansin ang kampanya ng gobernador.
Poor thing. Clearly, he’s gonna lose.
Three days ago, nakatanggap siya ng tawag mula sa kanyang kaibigan at kaklase sa law school. Hinihiling nito na tulungan si Governor Lasala sa senatorial campaign nito. She politely declined her friend’s request to help in the campaign. Sinabi niya rito na marami siyang hina-handle na mga kaso. Besides, campaigns aren’t really her field of expertise. But her friend was persistent. Hiniling nito na sana man lang dumaan siya sa campaign headquarters para naman ma-assess ang takbo ng kampanya ng gobernador.
And so she did go to the said headquarters. After what she witnessed, she’s convinced that indeed, the governor is in a some sort of mess. Given her attitude, she’s now thinking that she might have a change of heart.
She likes all the crappy mess people get into.
She likes intrigue.
She likes scandal.
She loves being caught in web where people get into deep shit and she’s the person called to navigate the situation and solve the mess.
She shrugged. Why is she considering the idea of taking on his campaign? It’s not the type of mess that she craves for. It’s not the type of mess that calls for the intervention of the fixer, “The Rebecca Gatchalian”. But, why is she drawn to fix his campaign? In fact, he’s not in deep shit.
She’s telling herself that she’s intrigued by his campaign. But there’s this other voice in her mind telling her that perhaps, she’s intrigued by the governor himself.
Oh, you’re not in deep shit, Governor. Not yet.
“Gov, she’s known as ‘The Rebecca Gatchalian’, a young and famous Filipina lawyer who graduated from Harvard University a couple of years ago. Sumikat siya dahil isa siya sa team of defense lawyers ni Vice President Tuazon during his impeachment trial. It was rumored that her defense tactics were the reason why the Vice President is still holding his position right now. She’s tagged as a ‘fixer’ kasi lahat ng baho at eskandalo sa likod ng bawat big time na politiko, kaya niyang i-handle,” pagrereport sa kanya ng kanyang campaign manager na si Richie.
Aaminin niya, hindi maalis sa isipan niya si Rebecca Gatchalian. It’s not just because she told him that he won’t win in the coming elections. There’s more to it. Bukod sa pagiging maganda at sexy, may kakaibang pakiramdam na hatid sa kanya ang naturang abogada
“Is she married?”
“I said, is she married?”
Halatang nagulat si Richie dahil sa tanong niya rito.
“As far as I know, gov, hindi po yata. Although there’s this rumor that she’s dating a certain guy named Jacob Montenegro, another defense attorney.”
“Look into it. Dig deeper. I want to know everything about this Rebecca Gatchalian.”
“Oops, honey, are you sure with that one? That looks cheap,” nakangiti si Becca habang tinutukso ang kanyang boyfriend na si Jacob.
He shrugged. Naiinis ito kapag nakikialam siya sa susuutin nito.
“Jacob,” She gave him a menacing look while sipping a cup of brewed coffee.
“Okay,” he sighed. Binuksan nito ang drawer at kumuha ng tatlong piraso ng necktie.
“How about this one?” He asked while raising a red necktie.
“What are you, going to prom?” Mataray niyang sagot.
He sheepishly smiled “How about this?” He asked again, raising a black and silver striped necktie.
Nag make face siya at tinudyo na naman ito. “Jeez, are you a real estate agent?” She’s actually having a good time teasing him.
“Goodness, Becca, I’m running late for court.”
“Pick the navy blue silk tie, it suits you,” sagot niya habang nakatitig rito. She’s enjoying the view.
“Thank you,” he said in a sarcastic tone.
When Jacob started spraying his Giorgio Armani perfume, her senses went crazy. She suddenly felt hot.
Bumaba siya mula sa kama a lumapit sa kanyang nobyo. She approached him from behind and sensually wrapped her arms around his lower abs. She took her precious time feeling his lean abs, touching them, stroking them inch by inch.
“Uhmmmmm, uhhhhhh,” she growled like a hungry animal as she inhaled his scent.
“Are you sniffing me?” Tanong nito sa kanya. He turned around and faced her.
“What do you think?” Pagtataray niya.
“You just really can’t get enough of me, can you?” He cupped her face and showered soft kisses all over her face.
She smiled and gave him that come hither look. Naka silk robe lang siya. She has no other clothes underneath.
“Uhmmm,” she started removing his tie and unbuttoning his long sleeved white polo.
“You know, you’re practically making me late, right?” Biro nito sa kanya.
“We still got 15 minutes,” aniya. She then pushed him towards the bed. He fell on top of the bed, face up.
She untied her robe and sat on top of him, straddling his crotch area. He held her up so she could unzip his slacks and remove his briefs. She then rubbed her wetness against his manhood.
She hasn’t inserted his cock yet inside her pussy but she’s already grinding. Her breasts dangling and moving freely as she grinds.
“Oh, fuck,” she uttered.
He leaned forward and buried his face between her breasts. He inhaled her natural scent. She caressed his hair, guiding him to lick and suck her nipples. And he did. He cupped and squeezed her breast while gently grazing the other one with his teeth. Licking and sucking it as well.
“Oh, Jacob!” She screamed in pleasure. Drawing his face against her breast with both her hands.
He pinned her on the bed and started trailing kisses down her navel. She arched her back and spread her legs. He started licking her shaved pussy. He played with her clit. Biting and sucking it alternately.
Alam niya na alam ni Jacob na libog na libog na siya. It’s because she’s already nudging her pussy against his face.
“Ahhhh! Fuck me! Put your cock inside me!” She pleads. Digging her fingernails into his shoulders.
He continued licking her clit and inserted his index and middle finger inside her pussy.
“Oh, God! Fuck me now! Please, please…” She begged.
And he did fuck her, gently inserting his hard and throbbing dick inside her wet pussy. She screamed. She screamed his name over and over again as she reached her climax. He came soon after. He laid on top of her for quite a bit while he’s still inside her.
He kissed her forehead, and then her nose, and her lips.
She hugged him tight.
“`Love you, hon,” he said while kissing her passionately.
“`Love you too,” she said. She then squeezed his butt and teased him, “Late ka na uy.”
“Is it my fault if you can’t resist my hot body?” He teased back while putting on his clothes.
“Eeewww,” tili niya habang binubuksan ang TV. Tinungo naman nito ang bathroom para mag freshen up.
“Sa ulo ng mga nagbabagang balita…Lalaki, natagpuang patay sa sarili nitong condominium unit sa Makati. Ang naturang lalaki ay si Marco Jimenez. Isang kilalang business tycoon at nag-iisang anak ng mag asawang sina Congressman Federico Jimenez at socialite na si Criselda Gozon-Jimenez. Nakiusap ang mag-asawang Jimenez sa mga kapulisan na gawing pribado ang pag iimbestiga subalit sila na rin ang nagpasyang isapubliko ang pangyayari sapagkat ayon sa inisyal na imbestigasyon ng Makati Police, ang pangunahing suspect sa pagpatay sa naturang negosyante ay ang nobya nitong si Savanna Pendleburry, isang sikat na international model.”
Nilapitan siya ni Jacob. They froze and focused on the TV screen.
“Now that’s interesting,” sabi niya.
“I bet she did it,” he said with full conviction.
“Fifty grand, she didn’t. I mean, hello? She’s an international top model. Why would she waste her career?” Pusta niya sa kanyang boyfriend.
He shrugged. “Make it a hundred. Pretty sure, she murdered her boyfriend in cold blood.”
“Deal, a hundred grand!” Nakangisi pa si siya.
It’s an old habit of theirs way back their masters of law degree at Harvard. Kapag may interesting case, nakikipagpustahan sila. It started small. From a couple of bucks, to a hundred, and into thousands. Now that they’re both established lawyers, they still can’t shake away such habit.
“Aren’t you gonna prep for your deposition?” Tanong nito sa kanya.
“Mamaya pa `yon. Now, go! You’re late. Duh.”
Napailing nalang ito at hinalikan siya bago umalis.
“Gov, handa na po ang sasakyan.”
Governor Lasala dropped and stepped on his cigarette and headed towards the car. Uuwi na siya sapagkat tumawag ang kanyang asawa. She told him to go home early to have dinner. It was a tiring day for him. As usual, busy sa pangangampanya. Worse, his ratings dropped by eight percent.
While on their way home, he can’t focus on what his campaign manager was blabbering about. Bottomline is, Richie’s talking about his poll ratings as well as his campaign funds.
“Yan po ang problema sa VisMin headquarters natin, gov.”
Frankly, he didn’t catch what Richie was talking about regarding their VisMin headquarters.
“Dammit!” he cursed.
Natamik si Richie. Halata rin na naging balisa ang kanyang driver na si Paul.
He was really off his game lately. He was bothered. He hates to admit it to himself but, clearly, he cannot concentrate because he kept on thinking about the woman who just barged in into his office unannounced.
“Go on,” sabi niya kay sa kanyang campaign manager.
Nagpatuloy sa pag update sa kanya si Richie. But then again, his mind kept on floating and drifting on the image of Rebecca confidently telling him that he would lose.
When they arrived home, he saw his wife at the living room talking to a woman. He couldn’t see her face because she was in front of his wife.
“Albert, you’re here! I invited my friend to join us for dinner,” sabi ng kanyang asawa sabay halik sa kanyang pisngi.
He froze. It’s Rebecca. He’s been thinking about her. Now she’s here, inside their house, chatting with his wife, Clarisse.
He maintained a poker face and gave her a nod. Humigpit ang pagkakahawak ni Clarisse sa kanyang braso, as if urging him to smile and be more hospitable.
Hinila siya nito papunta sa sofa.
“Meet my former classmate and a dear friend, Rebecca. I’m so glad she agreed to handle your campaign,” dagdag pa nito.
They shook hands. It was a firm hand shake and it lingered, allowing him to feel the softness of her hand.
“Maiwan ko muna kayo rito. Ipapahanda ko na ang pagkain. I’ll be quick.”
He grabbed a bottle of whiskey and poured some of it on a glass. Umupo siya sa couch paharap kay Rebecca.
Tinitigan niya ito. She looked so elegant in a nude colored, tight fitting dress, matched with a white blazer and nude high heels. Nakatali ang buhok nito in a tight pony tail. Her look exudes both elegance and authority.
She smiled. The coy smile of hers interrupted his thoughts.
“Are you done sizing me up?” tanong nito.
He took a sip of his whiskey... Read More