LOVE MATCH
Series: LOTHARIO SAGA
by Eve Montelibano
JAQ RELOADED IN FULL ENGLISH PRINT
BOOK EXCERPT:
OF BOYS, CHERRIES AND WASTED DREAMS...
“Jaq, come on!” Kit beckoned for him to join the session. They were all dragging blunts now and shooting whiskey down their throats. He sighed and joined them, taking a seat in between Kit and Alexis on the sectional sofa. The other guys were either sitting on the carpet or lying on the bin bags scattered across the room. He might as well quaff some serious booze to dull the pain in his middle. It was starting to really hurt like a motherfucka.
Series: LOTHARIO SAGA
by Eve Montelibano
JAQ RELOADED IN FULL ENGLISH PRINT
BOOK EXCERPT:
OF BOYS, CHERRIES AND WASTED DREAMS...
“Jaq, come on!” Kit beckoned for him to join the session. They were all dragging blunts now and shooting whiskey down their throats. He sighed and joined them, taking a seat in between Kit and Alexis on the sectional sofa. The other guys were either sitting on the carpet or lying on the bin bags scattered across the room. He might as well quaff some serious booze to dull the pain in his middle. It was starting to really hurt like a motherfucka.
Kit was clearly losing it. His friend’s depression was really evident now. He was witnessing a slow descent to self-destruction every day and it was painful to see, not knowing what to do to help him. His mere presence and moral support seemed not enough to help Kit move on from this painful phase in his life.
Kit offered him a cylinder of weed already lighted. Thank the dope gods, Kit chose to use Mary J tonight, a reliable quick fix that made users feel high minus the bad comedown. He couldn’t stand Kit’s meth-induced shit.
“Try this, bro. White Widow. Dr. Feelgood grows this in the Netherlands and he gave me a free sample. Ain’t the dude effing sweet? Four seconds and you’re rockin’ your way to Nirvana.”
Dr. Feelgood was Kit’s code for Achilles “Kill” Ferreira, the jet-setting son of a billionaire. Kill owned a famous chain of swank restobars in Asia called Inferno and he recently opened a branch in the country. He was an instant hit among the local rich brats who had money to burn at whim. Kill’s father, a Colombian national, was rumored to be a drug cartel big boss behind his openly lavish lifestyle as a casino kingpin in Macau. Of course, those were just loose talks from the frequently thrashed Kit who’d been hanging out a lot with Kill recently.
Jaq reluctantly took the blunt and rested his back on the sofa. He dragged from it deeply, holding the smoke inside his mouth longer, letting the fumes fully reach his lungs. Then he slowly exhaled what was left of the smoke. Almost immediately, like oil pumping into a car’s mechanical system, his tension-wrought body began to relax. He closed his eyes and sighed gratefully. Fuck, he needed this right now.
“This is really good stuff, man. High grade,” he heard Alexis say.
“Yup. If you want more, just ask Dr. Feelgood and he’d give you a steady supply,” Kit said.
“This is highly addictive shit, man, not your ordinary kind of pot,” said Rydon. “But good. Very good.”
There was a collective grunt of approval from the other guys in the room, all silently enjoying the freebee from Dr. Feelgood.
Yup, this was good stuff, indeed. He was feeling better...much much better. Oh yeah...
“Jaq has a huge problem, boys,” Kit said.
That made him open his eyes. Everyone’s attention was on him now.
X snorted and shook his head. “Woman problem. That, I don’t get.”
“Who’s the bitch?” Thirdy asked.
“Angie Yulo,” Kit supplied.
“The twins’ sister?” Drew sounded curious.
“None other,” Kit confirmed.
“Maaan, problem indeed. You see, Jaq, her type requires a huge…what you call it…ahhh…dowry, Yeah. But it is reversed. You provide the dowry. A hundred mil in cash and assets, I think, is the current price of a prime piece of debutante nowadays. Do you have it, Jaq? Or does your family have it?”
Drew was very direct, alright. Jaq was rendered speechless. 100 million?! He inwardly shook at the staggering amount mentioned. He cannot even afford to purchase a new car from his own current earnings. Well, at least his dream car which was not the usual wheels found in regular traffic in the metropolis. He was saving up for that ultimate ride but buying it at this point would break the bank. This talk was so alien to him but these guys knew what went on in high society because they all belonged in it. A hundred million! Shit! He absolutely felt piss poor now.
“Personally, I’d rather buy ten different models of Lambo or Ferrari than spend it on a virgin pussy,” Drew added with a cynical edge.
“’Sides, breakin ‘em in is a totally taxing job, man. I’d rather have a well-oiled, super-conditioned snatch that engages gears easily than a brand new, untested one. Saves me all the fuckin’ energy of gently poppin’ the cherry. Boring, bro, believe me.” X threw in and quaffed a liberal amount of Woodford Reserve straight from a half-empty bottle.
“How many cherries have you popped so far, X-man?” asked Tommy with a lewd grin.
“Truthfully, bro, just one, way back in highschool. It was a disaster. She cried the entire time I was trying to put my junk in. Endless foreplay and I still felt like a rapist afterward. Never did it again. I hate cherries. Gimme a ripe, juicy raspberry anytime. They’re all the same. The end point is to get off, anyway. Why do it the hard way?”
Laughter erupted.
“Isn’t that the only way to do it, bro? Hard?” Thirdy commented drily in between blowing smoke rings.
“Cherry poppin’ is overrated, believe me,” X continued in a bored tone.
“Rad will disagree with you, man. He likes the first-use policy too much,” Diegs said and sniggered.
X snorted. “He is a fuckin’ sadist. Can’t stand that mofing airhead.”
“I hear ya,” Kit agreed.
“Just stick with the game, fun-loving babes, Jaq and you won’t get into any trouble. You have a bevy of chicks hangin’ out with you every time, come on, nail as many as you can, man!” X advised.
“He wants a classy one, bro,” Kit said.
Alexis’ brows shot up. “Classy? Define that. Do they come with star-shaped twats with built-in turbo vacuum system and zero-to-four seconds gear engagement? If they do, I’d like to avail a dozen, for starters.”
Guffaws of laughter.
“A pussy like that will tank the sex toys industry, man,” commented Drew, shaking his head.
“You know what I meant, fuckers,” grumbled Kit.
“Ahhh, like your cousins, Kit?” Diegs said.
“Don’t get any ideas, horndog. I’ll lop your prick and feed it to my pet Iguana,” Kit replied sourly.
Diegs grunted. “Like I’m interested.”
“I’ll give you a list of classy babes to hit on, Jaq,” Drew offered. “No strings babes.”
“Yup, the cool babes even bring the rubber,” X agreed. “You’d save money.”
Hoots and laughter.
Jaq was only half listening to them. Strange, but this kind of talk was making him cringe inwardly. He suddenly felt ashamed of how he used to treat women, as mere receptacles of his seminal fluids, forgotten the moment he got off. He hadn’t gotten laid with any other woman since he met Angie. He was a horny son of a bitch but he chose to revert to jacking off to diffuse the natural daily tension in his groin than touch another woman.
Kit clapped him in the shoulder. “Let’s cut ol’ Jaq here some slack, brothas. He’s got it real bad.”
“Seriously?” Alexis asked, amused disbelief in his eyes. “Little Angie?”
Jaq just nodded. He didn’t need to explain why the fuck he was in love to this bunch of sex fiends. Not that he wasn’t one before. But a man can be cured by the right woman. He can testify to that anytime.
“Don’t worry, Jaq, I’ll help you. If you want her, go take her, man. That’s the only way you can have her. Fuck the twins.”
He stared at Kit. What was he trying to say?
“Money talks, Jaq. That’s a given. But what else can talk?” Kit asked him.
He didn’t answer. The question caught him off guard. What else can talk? Beats him!
Alexis clapped his shoulder, too then reached out behind him and took out something that made Jaq freeze. “This, bro. This talks even louder.”
He stared at the gun. A gleaming HK45.
“Come on, take it. It’s clean. You can have it. My gift to you, for your protection.”
“There’s a gun ban,” he simply said.
Alexis and Kit looked at each other and laughed.
“What’s that?” Alexis deadpanned, putting the gun on the center table.
He got the joke, alright. Gun ban was definitely alien to Alexis whose father was a four-star general and a former AFP Chief of Staff. He was probably sleeping with all kinds of deadly metal.
“You think Ram and Rad would let you have their little sister without laying you off? They’d gladly use your brain as feeds for their pet piranhas, man,” Kit said with his usual macabre humor. “Think again, bro. That babe is a deal worth 35 billion. The twins are not gonna stand by and let you blow it for them.”
At the mention of the Yulo twins, Jaq picked up the gun from the table. He knew how to fire. Sonny Montero was a target shooting aficionado and his stepfather had taught him how to wield the thing with an action star flair. But he had never had any reason to use it for real. Until now.
“That’s my boy,” Alexis said, nodding in approval.
The gun felt cool in his hand. And right.
Very right.
Kit offered him a cylinder of weed already lighted. Thank the dope gods, Kit chose to use Mary J tonight, a reliable quick fix that made users feel high minus the bad comedown. He couldn’t stand Kit’s meth-induced shit.
“Try this, bro. White Widow. Dr. Feelgood grows this in the Netherlands and he gave me a free sample. Ain’t the dude effing sweet? Four seconds and you’re rockin’ your way to Nirvana.”
Dr. Feelgood was Kit’s code for Achilles “Kill” Ferreira, the jet-setting son of a billionaire. Kill owned a famous chain of swank restobars in Asia called Inferno and he recently opened a branch in the country. He was an instant hit among the local rich brats who had money to burn at whim. Kill’s father, a Colombian national, was rumored to be a drug cartel big boss behind his openly lavish lifestyle as a casino kingpin in Macau. Of course, those were just loose talks from the frequently thrashed Kit who’d been hanging out a lot with Kill recently.
Jaq reluctantly took the blunt and rested his back on the sofa. He dragged from it deeply, holding the smoke inside his mouth longer, letting the fumes fully reach his lungs. Then he slowly exhaled what was left of the smoke. Almost immediately, like oil pumping into a car’s mechanical system, his tension-wrought body began to relax. He closed his eyes and sighed gratefully. Fuck, he needed this right now.
“This is really good stuff, man. High grade,” he heard Alexis say.
“Yup. If you want more, just ask Dr. Feelgood and he’d give you a steady supply,” Kit said.
“This is highly addictive shit, man, not your ordinary kind of pot,” said Rydon. “But good. Very good.”
There was a collective grunt of approval from the other guys in the room, all silently enjoying the freebee from Dr. Feelgood.
Yup, this was good stuff, indeed. He was feeling better...much much better. Oh yeah...
“Jaq has a huge problem, boys,” Kit said.
That made him open his eyes. Everyone’s attention was on him now.
X snorted and shook his head. “Woman problem. That, I don’t get.”
“Who’s the bitch?” Thirdy asked.
“Angie Yulo,” Kit supplied.
“The twins’ sister?” Drew sounded curious.
“None other,” Kit confirmed.
“Maaan, problem indeed. You see, Jaq, her type requires a huge…what you call it…ahhh…dowry, Yeah. But it is reversed. You provide the dowry. A hundred mil in cash and assets, I think, is the current price of a prime piece of debutante nowadays. Do you have it, Jaq? Or does your family have it?”
Drew was very direct, alright. Jaq was rendered speechless. 100 million?! He inwardly shook at the staggering amount mentioned. He cannot even afford to purchase a new car from his own current earnings. Well, at least his dream car which was not the usual wheels found in regular traffic in the metropolis. He was saving up for that ultimate ride but buying it at this point would break the bank. This talk was so alien to him but these guys knew what went on in high society because they all belonged in it. A hundred million! Shit! He absolutely felt piss poor now.
“Personally, I’d rather buy ten different models of Lambo or Ferrari than spend it on a virgin pussy,” Drew added with a cynical edge.
“’Sides, breakin ‘em in is a totally taxing job, man. I’d rather have a well-oiled, super-conditioned snatch that engages gears easily than a brand new, untested one. Saves me all the fuckin’ energy of gently poppin’ the cherry. Boring, bro, believe me.” X threw in and quaffed a liberal amount of Woodford Reserve straight from a half-empty bottle.
“How many cherries have you popped so far, X-man?” asked Tommy with a lewd grin.
“Truthfully, bro, just one, way back in highschool. It was a disaster. She cried the entire time I was trying to put my junk in. Endless foreplay and I still felt like a rapist afterward. Never did it again. I hate cherries. Gimme a ripe, juicy raspberry anytime. They’re all the same. The end point is to get off, anyway. Why do it the hard way?”
Laughter erupted.
“Isn’t that the only way to do it, bro? Hard?” Thirdy commented drily in between blowing smoke rings.
“Cherry poppin’ is overrated, believe me,” X continued in a bored tone.
“Rad will disagree with you, man. He likes the first-use policy too much,” Diegs said and sniggered.
X snorted. “He is a fuckin’ sadist. Can’t stand that mofing airhead.”
“I hear ya,” Kit agreed.
“Just stick with the game, fun-loving babes, Jaq and you won’t get into any trouble. You have a bevy of chicks hangin’ out with you every time, come on, nail as many as you can, man!” X advised.
“He wants a classy one, bro,” Kit said.
Alexis’ brows shot up. “Classy? Define that. Do they come with star-shaped twats with built-in turbo vacuum system and zero-to-four seconds gear engagement? If they do, I’d like to avail a dozen, for starters.”
Guffaws of laughter.
“A pussy like that will tank the sex toys industry, man,” commented Drew, shaking his head.
“You know what I meant, fuckers,” grumbled Kit.
“Ahhh, like your cousins, Kit?” Diegs said.
“Don’t get any ideas, horndog. I’ll lop your prick and feed it to my pet Iguana,” Kit replied sourly.
Diegs grunted. “Like I’m interested.”
“I’ll give you a list of classy babes to hit on, Jaq,” Drew offered. “No strings babes.”
“Yup, the cool babes even bring the rubber,” X agreed. “You’d save money.”
Hoots and laughter.
Jaq was only half listening to them. Strange, but this kind of talk was making him cringe inwardly. He suddenly felt ashamed of how he used to treat women, as mere receptacles of his seminal fluids, forgotten the moment he got off. He hadn’t gotten laid with any other woman since he met Angie. He was a horny son of a bitch but he chose to revert to jacking off to diffuse the natural daily tension in his groin than touch another woman.
Kit clapped him in the shoulder. “Let’s cut ol’ Jaq here some slack, brothas. He’s got it real bad.”
“Seriously?” Alexis asked, amused disbelief in his eyes. “Little Angie?”
Jaq just nodded. He didn’t need to explain why the fuck he was in love to this bunch of sex fiends. Not that he wasn’t one before. But a man can be cured by the right woman. He can testify to that anytime.
“Don’t worry, Jaq, I’ll help you. If you want her, go take her, man. That’s the only way you can have her. Fuck the twins.”
He stared at Kit. What was he trying to say?
“Money talks, Jaq. That’s a given. But what else can talk?” Kit asked him.
He didn’t answer. The question caught him off guard. What else can talk? Beats him!
Alexis clapped his shoulder, too then reached out behind him and took out something that made Jaq freeze. “This, bro. This talks even louder.”
He stared at the gun. A gleaming HK45.
“Come on, take it. It’s clean. You can have it. My gift to you, for your protection.”
“There’s a gun ban,” he simply said.
Alexis and Kit looked at each other and laughed.
“What’s that?” Alexis deadpanned, putting the gun on the center table.
He got the joke, alright. Gun ban was definitely alien to Alexis whose father was a four-star general and a former AFP Chief of Staff. He was probably sleeping with all kinds of deadly metal.
“You think Ram and Rad would let you have their little sister without laying you off? They’d gladly use your brain as feeds for their pet piranhas, man,” Kit said with his usual macabre humor. “Think again, bro. That babe is a deal worth 35 billion. The twins are not gonna stand by and let you blow it for them.”
At the mention of the Yulo twins, Jaq picked up the gun from the table. He knew how to fire. Sonny Montero was a target shooting aficionado and his stepfather had taught him how to wield the thing with an action star flair. But he had never had any reason to use it for real. Until now.
“That’s my boy,” Alexis said, nodding in approval.
The gun felt cool in his hand. And right.
Very right.