Chapter 4

Chapter 4

'Then, I'll be your boyfriend started today.'

'Then, I'll be your boyfriend started today.'

'Then, I'll be your boyfriend started today.'

His words didn't immediately register in my mind. Didn't he say it was just a "like"? Why did he declare himself my boyfriend?

"But I don't love you," I blurted out, trying to regain my composure. I saw the surprise in his eyes at my straightforwardness.

"Then, I'll court you," he said. I felt a sense of disappointment.

I thought we were already something. Why court me?

"No need. Like you said earlier, you're my boyfriend. So you'll be," I responded. He looked at me, and I saw the intensity in his eyes.

"Okay, then. You're mine." Slowly, he approached me, and nervousness overwhelmed me. I took a step back, but I may have made a mistake. I ended up leaning against the balcony door, and he quickly cornered me.

"You are my Euzette. Forever mine." He kissed me, reminiscent of the bar kiss – deep and intense. I almost stumbled, but luckily, he wrapped his arm around my waist.

I couldn't resist kissing him back. I wrapped my arms around his neck, and I felt his hands exploring my body. A soft moan escaped my lips.

"Hmmm," I moaned. I was surprised when he suddenly pulled away.

"Shit! Sorry," he apologized and stepped back.

Why was he apologizing? What we did wasn't any different. It was just a kiss!

"It's okay. We already did that last time."

"That's different! You're my girlfriend now." I raised an eyebrow.

"So? What's the big deal now that I'm your girlfriend?"

"I don't know! I might do something! Shit! I'm leaving. Go to sleep." He quickly walked towards the door, but I stopped him.

"Euzette, I'll just call you. Give me your number." He handed me his phone, and I quickly entered my number. He was about to leave again, but I stopped him once more.

There was a part of my heart that didn't want him to leave just yet. I wanted him to stay.

"May flight ako bukas pa Manila. Kaya matulog kana. Babalik din ako agad. I promise." I nodded, even though I felt a bit sad with what he said.

What's happening to me? Why am I getting attached to him so quickly, even though we've only met twice? What's happening to me?

He kissed my forehead before leaving.

I couldn't sleep all night, thinking that I already had a boyfriend. I felt giddy, and I didn't know why. There's just something about Carlew that makes me feel this way.

I woke up abruptly when my phone on the bedside table rang. Casey is calling.

"Hello?"

"Good morning! So where are you now? I'll wait for you to come here before I go to work." I glanced at the clock. It's 7 o'clock in the morning. I quickly got up to take a shower.

"Okay, I'll be there in 20 minutes." I ended the call, apologizing repeatedly to Casey, who kept saying it's okay.

When I arrived at her condo, Casey had already left. I apologized again, and she assured me it was fine.

After settling in the condo, I did some chores and decided to do laundry. Yes, I know how to do household chores. Mommy taught me so I wouldn't be ashamed in front of my future husband. I sighed at the thought.

I was doing my laundry when an unknown number called me. At first, I hesitated to answer, but then I remembered Carlew might be calling. So, I picked up.

"Hello?"

"Hello? Are you Carlew's girlfriend?" The voice of a woman made me nervous.

"Y-yes. That's me." I heard her clear her throat.

"Who's this?" She didn't answer and abruptly ended the call. I furrowed my brows in confusion.

"Weird." I shrugged off the strange call and continued my tasks. By the afternoon, I was finished with my laundry, and I was tired when I entered my room.

I was startled to see my phone with multiple messages and missed calls. Some were from Mommy, some from an unknown number, and also from Carlew.

Mommy:

Baby, come home.

Mommy:

We talked to the Del Prenas.

I didn't bother reading the rest of Mommy's messages, as they were likely just insisting that I come home and continue with the wedding.

Unknown:

Answer my call.

Unknown:

It's me, Carlew.

Unknown:

Baby, please answer.

Unknown:

I miss you.

Unknown:

I can't wait to see you again.

I didn't realize I was already smiling while reading Carlew's messages. I didn't bother to read the rest of his messages when he suddenly called.

"Hello."

"Thank God. You answered!" I could sense the joy in his voice. I smiled.

"What are you doing? Why couldn't you answer my call? I've been worried about you since earlier." I smiled even more at what he said.

He cared about me.

"Oh, just doing laundry. Organizing my things," I said cheerfully.

"You should have just had your laundry done. You might get tired." I frowned at his suggestion.

"Carlew, I need to save money. I don't have a job yet. I paid for my rent, and my money won't last. I'm sure Mom and Dad have cut off all my ATM access. I have nothing to rely on." I explained to him. I heard him sigh.

Damn, I'm relying only on the savings in my savings account.

"Then, I'll pay for your rent, food, and other expenses. You don't need to work." My eyes widened at what he said.

Is he insane? He's not my husband. We're just dating.

"No way! Carlew, I want to be independent!"

"But I don't want you to get tired. It's okay if I do. Just let me handle everything." I sighed at his words.

"But I want this. So just let me. And besides, I'm your girlfriend, not your wife."

"Why haven't you married me yet?" I was stunned by what he said. We only got together last night, and now he's talking about marriage? What the?

Wait, why does his statement seem to have a double meaning to me?

"I-I mean, then marry me. So I can really take care of everything. Even if we're married, we can still do the things you want, like traveling." I just shook my head at what he said.

"Didn't I tell you last night that I don't want to get married yet? Let's stick with being boyfriend and girlfriend for now. Don't rush." I heard him sigh.

"Yes. I'm sorry. I Love You. I'll call you again later. I have a meeting." He quickly ended the call. I couldn't help but smile despite feeling a bit weird because of how fast it was.

He's not difficult to like because he's a sweet and caring guy. Unlike other men who are grumpy and always poker-faced. He's not showy either; he's just different. There's something about him. If you look at him, he seems grumpy, but once you get close, he's not. Or maybe I'm just comfortable with him, able to tell him my thoughts.