EMMA DAMIAN 2

--Damian--

It didn't help that Emma looked so damn sexy when she was enraged. Something about the way her eyes narrowed into hot little slits, her full, ripe lips pursed as if she were holding back every curse word in the book.

I loved it.

"Emma," Carlos said, completely oblivious to the mounting tension. "I'd like to introduce you to my good friend Damian Aquino."

Emma looked stunning, to say the least. She'd always been stunning, with her electric eyes and killer body, but something about her that night, the way she looked in that emerald-green gown and high-heeled pumps, made me feel like I needed to use every ounce of willpower I had to keep from thinking about how much I wanted her.

And oh, how I desired her. As she stepped over to me, the image of her underneath me in bed, her legs wrapped around my waist and her stunning face in an expression of pure pleasure as I made her come over and over again, appeared in my mind.

It didn't take much imagination to conjure up the image. I'd seen it before, after all.

There was something else about her appearance as well. She'd always been more of a tomboy, with her hair short and choppy and her style jeans and T-shirts. But she was dressed to the nines in a stunning gown that hugged her curves and made it clear she was all woman. My c*ck shifted in my trousers, as if my body wanted me to know how it felt about her.

A conflicted expression flashed across her face, as if she was debating whether or not to tell Carlos that there was no need for introductions – we already knew each other pretty well.

"Nice to meet you, Damian," she said, but she didn't extend her hand for a handshake.

"Carlos says you want me to participate in the auction," I teased, smiling at her.

"Actually," she replied quickly, "we're pretty full." I'm not sure there's room for another. And, besides..."Her gaze moved up and down my attire. "You're not dressed quite right for the part."

"Huh?" Carlos inquired, perplexed. "What exactly do you mean?" "

She shifted her gaze to him. "It's a theme auction – for example, the sexiest bachelors doing the sexiest jobs." We have a fireman, a cop, a musician, and so on."

"Well, I could just march out there in my underwear. It's not doctor's scrubs, but it'll get some attention."

Emma's short, annoyed expression told me she didn't find my little joke amusing.

"You know," Carlos added. "Come to think of it, I'm pretty sure I have some extra scrubs in my car. And you're roughly my size, so..."

"That could work," I suggested. "Assuming I meet Ms. Ramos's standards for the auction," I said, turning to face her. "What do you think? Is it true that I'm attractive enough to sit with Metro Manila's most eligible bachelors? "

I knew I wasn't doing myself any favors in terms of Emma's regard for me, but I couldn't pass up the chance to rile her up.

"I'm not sure," she admitted, folding her arms beneath her breasts. "Perhaps I should take some time to think about it," she said before reaching into her purse and pulling out her phone.

She hissed under her breath, "Sh*t." "It's time to begin letting people in." Carlos, could you please assist your friend in preparing for the auction? We've arranged for all of the bachelors to be seated at the long table near the stage so that everyone can get a good look at them."

"Will do," Carlos replied. "Come on, Dame,"

Emma gave me one last hard look before turning around and hurrying away. And, of course, my gaze remained fixed on her flawless a$$ as she walked away.

"Do you remember the old adage, 'take a picture, I'll last longer'?"

" Carlos enquired, a smirk on his face.

"Yeah, yeah," he says.

Carlos put his hand on my shoulder and led me through the backstage area, taking it off as we approached the exit doors.

"I wonder what was up with her," he remarked as he opened and held open the exit door for me, "she seemed really...I don't know, annoyed when we were talking to her."

This would have been a good time to tell him about my history with Emma, but I didn't want to do so right now.

"She's the event planner," I explained as I took a step outside. "She's probably thinking about a million things."

"That's a good point."

The sky was a dark, solid gray in the early evening, with only few stars present at the sky. As we walked, we were drawn to the view.

"It feels like rain id going to fall anytime soon," Carlos remarked. "With weather like this, I'm glad I have a family to stay inside with."

"Is that correct? I'm glad I'll have time to focus on work with this weather."

As we entered the parking lot, he smirked and said, "You say that now." "But just wait till you meet someone amazing,"

"Are you serious? Love isn't for doctors on call twenty four hours a day, seven days a week," she says.

We approached Carlos' Land Rover, a sleek black Land Rover. He pressed the button on the fob, opened the back doors, and started looking through the contents.

He produced a little plastic bag from his pocket and replied, "See, that's what I suspected. Then you meet that special someone, and everything changes; you learn what matters most."

It was a topic I'd discussed with Carlos several times previously. It wasn't something I wanted to have again. Being a spouse and father would have suited him, but I simply didn't have the time. Aside from that, I enjoyed my isolation.

He handed me a tiny bag with some clothes inside and said, "Here you go. I've even got some footwear you can use in there. It never hurts to have a back-up scrub, right? "

I took the bag and opened it to discover a beautifully folded clothes and some of the worst sneakers I'd ever seen inside. "Do you think you're joking me with these things?" I inquired, removing one of the sneakers and held it aloft.

"What? With a shrug of one shoulder, he inquired. "They're as cozy as hell."

"Perhaps, but I doubt they'll elicit much lust from the females bidding on me."

"You never know," says Carlos. "Maybe tonight you'll meet that particular someone, a woman who appreciates smart footwear."

As we turned to return to the event hall, I laughed. The muted notes of a live jazz band tuning up could be heard as we approached.

"Music indicates that things are going to get started," Carlos explained. "Get in them so we can see how much terrible you look in those than I do,"

As we walked inside, I responded with a grin and a smile, "Prick." We exchanged our goodbyes and agreed to meet up again later.

It was great to see Carlos again. The man wasn't easy to make arrangements with after one marriage and two children. But whenever we did, I couldn't help but notice how joyful he seemed, as if he had discovered a new light within himself that he couldn't stop shining. He appeared to be thriving in his role as a family guy.

I went into the bathroom, and as soon as I was alone in the stall, my mind went back to Emma. It was impossible for me to believe it was her. I wasn't very surprised to see her. After all, when Carlos mentioned Zea's friend Emma was in charge of the evening's event organizing, I wasn't surprised to learn it was the same Emma.

But I hadn't anticipated being so blown away by her. Part of me wanted to take care of business in the stall, wearing nothing but a pair of skin-tight boxer-briefs, so I wouldn't be distracted by her. I'd be able to finish it because my c*ck was already half-hard.

I had to concentrate on the task at hand. I put on the top, then changed into the jeans and into the hideous running shoes Carlos had given me. I get the concept of comfort, but it's a joke.

I got my tux and left after I was dressed. I dashed backstage after a brief sprint outside to drop off my tux at my car, just in time to hear Carlos take the microphone. He gave a moving address about his autistic organization, emphasizing that, despite the joy, the night's true purpose was to aid children. I felt proud to be his friend because he was a kind guy.

As I reached the exit back to the main event hall, he launched into the subject of the auction, handing the mic to Zea.

"Let's not forget about the evening's main event," she added. "Auction for a good cause!" "

Cheers and applause rang around the room.

"Tonight, for your bidding pleasure, we have a hand-picked collection of Metro Manila's most handsome and charming bachelors." The Wild Boys, Metro Manila's hottest rock band, will be performing. Our local fire station has a good selection for us. We've got a couple cops from the Manila Police District with us. And-"

It's a living hell. There's no use in waiting. I exited the backstage area. The venue was completely full. Over the last hour, nearly all of the guests had arrived, with men and women dressed in tuxedos and gorgeous gowns at every table. And every single pair of eyes was fixed on me.

"And one sexy and really attractive doctor!"

As I walked near the table, I took the stethoscope from my front pocket and wrapped it around my neck, holding up the end and wagging my eyebrows. I was confident in my appearance.

As I walked up to the table with the rest of the guys, I noticed her. Emma was in the back of the room, her arms folded beneath her large breasts. She looked at me with skepticism, as if I may do something to ruin the evening.

I noticed a table full of males dressed in sexier versions of their business attire. The rockers wore ripped jeans and were shirtless, with one holding a guitar and the other spinning a pair of drumsticks. The cops' shirts were unbuttoned all the way to the waist, while the firemen wore their huge yellow pants but no tops. And they were all attractive, right down to the last one.

In front of them, I even appeared to be modest. I slid into a seat and waved to Zea, who smiled in kind.

"What are the auction's stakes?" Aside from a night out on the town sponsored of Aquino Medical, the top bidder of the evening will be treated to an all-expenses-paid trip to Boracay with the lucky bachelor! "

I looked around, startled, for Carlos. This was the first I'd heard of it. I was anticipating a meal or anything along those lines, but a trip to Boracay? There were certainly worse locations to visit, but I was a busy man. Taking a few days off to play poker and relax wasn't precisely on my to-do list.

"Appetizers are being passed around now," Zea said. "Take your time settling in. When the main dish is served, the auction will begin. Thank you very much for coming, and have a great time! "

With a wave, Zea exited the stage to applause. I looked around at the rest of the table as the music resumed and the guests rose to mingle.

"I'm telling you," one of the band members stated. "This might be the opportunity we've been hoping for."

"What exactly do you mean?" inquired the drummer, another attractive young man with wild hair.

"Think about it," the guitar-wielding hottie said. "Do you have any idea how many wealthy ladies are here?" All we have to do now is ensure that one of us receives the highest bid. Then we whisk her away for a weekend in Boracay, sweep her off her feet, and presto, we have a sugar mother on our hands! "

The drummer's realization hit him like a ton of bricks.

I and one of the cops exchanged glances, both of us saying, "Can you believe this crap?" expression. When one of the waitresses walked by, I turned to grab a meatball from her tray. That's when I saw the last woman I was looking for.

Marian Mendoza was sashaying toward me, her hips bouncing back and forth so vigorously she threatened to check any poor schlub happened to be there. Marian Mendoza, my ex-wife. Her shockingly large boobs appeared to be about to spill out of a glittering, champagne-colored dress that she was dressed to dazzle in.

Her golden hair was heavy and curling, and she looked like she'd wiped out the nearest Sephora before showing up.

And she was staring at me with her huge, green eyes.

Fvcking hell, fvcking hell, fvcking hell Marian was without a doubt one of the most cruel, downright wicked women I'd ever met - something I didn't realize until after she'd bullied me into marrying her for what would turn out to be six of the worst weeks of my life.

She slid into the open seat next to mine, purring, "Hey there, handsome."

Like a bunch of horny high schoolers, the rest of the males at the table ogled Marian. She was attractive, but I was well aware that beauty was only skin deep. She was as unattractive as they come on the inside.

"Seat is taken," I announced. "The zoologist, um, went to the bathroom shirtless."

Her large lips slowly extended across her face as she grinned. "As always, funny," she said. "It's lovely to see you, Damey," she said, softly moving the thick curl that hung in front of her face back and tucking it behind her ear with her hand. In the process, she flaunted her big – and I mean massive – diamond ring.

"Very clever," I smirked, my gaze fixed on her ring as she lowered her hand to rest on her shin. "Are we on marriage number eight now? Is it nine or ten? It's difficult to keep track, you know. But, hey, I heard you can turn in your rings for a prize if you get to ten."

Marian was not pleased when a few of the males at the table began to chuckle. She liked it when attractive men fawned over her to the point of embarrassing themselves.

She said, "Four, jackass." "Did you notice these as well?" "A little wedding present," she said, jutting her chest out toward me.

"How could I have missed them?" I inquired. "Was there a 'buy two cups, get one free' deal at the plastic surgery clinic?" "

More laughter from the males, and Marian's harsh look. She might be ruthless when she felt like it, but that didn't mean I couldn't run circles around her when I felt like it.

"Well, laugh all you want, but my husband Cooper is very pleased with them. Trust me – his enthusiasm is simply boundless."

She turned and gave a finger-waggling wave over her shoulder at a man across the room who could only very charitably be described as of advanced age. He appeared to be in his eighties, with a baby-smooth head and a flared-out moustache. He carried himself with the gravitas of a man who came from old-as-hell money.

"Anyway," she added as she turned back to face me, "I had to come over and say hello when I saw you at the auction table." After all..." She took an auction paddle from her purse and slid it out. "I'm planning on going to Boracay with one of these attractive boys."

"Won't Captain Crunch be offended by that?"

"In such matters, we have an...arrangement." I can do whatever I want as long as I save my best for him. And Damey, I intend to do as I like." She stood from her seat, turned dramatically, and returned to her seat.

It's a living hell. Who knew it would be so difficult to give myself as a piece of man-meat?