Emelia Valdez Crawford was just about to turn eighteen when her parents tragically died in a plane crash. 

She was left alone in a two-storey house, to fend off for herself leading to a lot of mischiefs and wrong decisions in her life. 

Without parental guidance, she finds herself falling for men over and over; letting them take whatever they want, including her body. 

She found herself lusting for love, mainly from three men: a colleague who stole her first, a childhood friend who played her and a teacher who tutored her in school.

In the end, those three men broke her into pieces letting her crumble all alone. Would her heartache suppress her desire for love or would it inflame a new desire that could either burn or make her feel alive?

The Seniorita's Desire

"Alright, I know that you're wondering about how I 


knew, right?" she asked, to which I nodded. "Last time when you 


were going for a midnight snack in the kitchen with Oddette, I 


overheard the two of you talking about your birthday. I just 


wanted to make you feel special, you're not alone, Hon," she 


My eyes started to water again. Damn it. I'm being 


"Alright ladies, why don't you come now while this fried 


chicken is still hot?" Alfred called up our attention to which we 


all went to the dining table. James was already sitting on one of 


the chairs while Oddette and I were busy preparing the utensils. 


"We believe it's your favorite dish," Alfred added, acting 


spontaneous by putting a chicken leg in front of my view. I 


"Since my best friend was with you, I knew that you 


Laughter erupted from the four corners of the room. It 


was a harmonious dinner where we took a slice of cake and sat 


along the living room, conversing and watching movies together. 


It was probably already ten o' clock in the evening when 


James excused himself. The reason why he was in here in the 


first place was because he tutored me and so I volunteered to 


"Sir, thank you for tutoring me on my calculus subject," 


I told him as we stepped out of the house. 


"Don't mention it. It's my pleasure to help you. I'm sorry 


that I had no idea about you being an orphan. It was Alfred who 


told me," he explained to which I responded with a thin line on 


"And about your birthday today, I was also surprised. 


They made me stay silent," he said, chuckling. 


"It's okay sir, I'm not upset at all," I reassured him. 


A mesmerizing smile crept into his lips. For some 


reason, it felt like it was drawing me in, to which I shook my 


For a moment there, I thought I was looking at Zoren. 


"Are you alright?" His question dragged me out of my 


thoughts. I blinked several times before responding. 


"Are you sure?" he asked, looking suspicious. He then 


grabbed a handkerchief from the inside of his pocket and wiped 


his cheek. "Is there something else?" he asked. 


My lips automatically curled into a smile, laughing at his 


gesture. I didn't expect him to do that. 


"Now, you're smiling," he uttered with the same smile. 


"So there really was a dirt on my face," he added, pouting his 


"I'm sorry, it's not about that. I just remembered 


someone," I answered. "And you don't have dirt in your face," I 


added, restraining myself from laughing. 


I really find him cute when he pouts his lips. 


"Really? Who's that someone?" he asked. I shrugged my 


"Whoever that person is, I hate him," he said to which it 


Who is it again?