I groaned from the pounding pain in my head as I woke up. I clutched my temples—it felt like my skull was being split in half.
Gosh! How many glasses did I drink last night?
My eyes were still shut when I reached for my phone on the bedside table to check the time. I forced my eyes open just to glance at it.
My brows furrowed when I saw several text messages and missed calls, but what made me sit bolt upright was the time flashing on my screen.
"I'm going to miss my flight!" I shouted.
Despite the headache and the heaviness of my body, I pushed myself to sit up. I was about to get out of bed when I realized something…
Fuck me. This wasn't my room.
I glanced around in panic. I was alone… and this definitely wasn't my room.
And for heaven's sake—I was naked.
I swallowed hard and tried to remember what happened last night.
And then… it all came rushing back.
I gasped.
I was… I did.
Frantically, I grabbed my phone again and opened it with trembling hands. I went straight to the recording app.
I let out a deep breath the moment I saw a new audio file saved.
I hit play.
"Oh… Tito Damien… Damien! Faster! Please! Daddy!"
My jaw dropped. The phone slipped from my fingers.
"Fuck! Mica!" I cursed at myself.
I slept with him.
With my ex-boyfriend's father.
It was real. I thought maybe it was just a dream.
But it wasn't.
We really did it.
I picked up my phone again and checked the text messages.
They were from Justin and Tita Cecille.
They were cursing me out.
Because I had sent them the audio recording… And the picture.
A photo of me and Tito Damien. In bed.
It felt like the whole world crashed on top of me.
How stupid could I be?
I don't even know what got into me last night. Or maybe I was possessed.
Because, for some reason, I kissed Tito Damien.
And it didn't end there. Something happened between us.
I lost my virginity in the name of revenge.
Tears welled up in my eyes. I didn't know who I should be mad at.
At Tito Damien's? But I was the one who kissed him first.
And now… the memories of last night began to flood back.
"Mica, what are you doing?" Tito Damien had asked, startled.
I had smiled at him with bedroom eyes. I didn't care anymore.
If they all thought I was weak and stupid, they were wrong.
This was going to be my revenge.
I was going to fuck Justin's father.
I was going to make him and his mother regret ever hurting me…
…for ever making me feel like I wasn't enough.
"Tito… Damien. Don't you want me?"
I saw his Adam's apple bob.
He was clearly trying to hold himself back.
So I climbed onto his lap, about to kiss him again.
But he grabbed my shoulders and gently pushed me away.
"Stop it, Mica. I'm practically like a father to you. And besides, you're my son's—"
"Your son? The one who cheated on me?"
"Why? Are you like him too? Like Tita Cecille? Do you see me the same way? Some weak, stupid little girl?"
I smirked bitterly, shaking my head.
"Fine. Like father, like son. You're both cowards."
I stood and turned away, about to leave—But he pulled me back down into his arms.
"That's not what I meant, Mica. I was—"
"Then prove it."
I held his cheek.
"Take me. Fuck me."
Tito Damien swallowed hard.
"You're just drunk."
"I'm not."
"You'll regret this tomorrow."
"I won't."
"Then you better be ready. Because if we do this, I won't stop."
"Of course."
And then, his eyes darkened. Gone was the worried expression he wore earlier.
Now, his face was clouded with raw desire.
"You're wrong, Mica. You've always been beautiful in my eyes. I adored you so much. If only you hadn't become my son's girlfriend… I would've pursued you long ago."
I froze. I hadn't expected him to say that.
"Yes. I met you first, Mica. If only you could remember…"
"What?"
He only smirked and didn't answer.
Instead, he kissed me.
Now, as I sat alone in the aftermath, I covered my face and let out a muffled scream.
"You're such an idiot, Mica! Of all people—why him?!"
It was humiliating. I could never show my face to Justin or his mother again.
They'd think I was—
Then I stopped.
I sat up straighter.
Why the hell should I care what they think?
They hurt me first. Not once.
But over and over again.
They made me look like a fool.
I took a deep breath and looked around. Tito Damien was gone.
And I didn't care anymore.
What I did was justified. They all played me.
I won't regret any of it.