But in the next few moments, Arianna remained petrified. She could hear Ruel's worried voice calling her name, but she couldn't react.“Arianna? Arianna? What happened to you?”Her eyes finally focused on his worried face. She tried to smile but failed.“I seem to be right about Mt. Olympus, huh?”She tried to smile again as she moved her numbed limbs, but she cringed when he placed the bills in her hand.“Go home,” he told her gently. “That's where he'll get your goods.”Goods. She cringed more, her insides trembling because, to her, goods meant something more than her vegetables. But she managed to reply. “Y-Yeah.”“Arianna? Are you okay? You're very pale.”She looked at him. “I'm going to be fine. I'm going home, anyway, so I can take a rest.”“What's wrong? You don't look good. I'd like to take you home,” he said, looking in the direction of the guards at the gates.“I'm okay. I'm feeling better. I guess I stayed up too late to sleep last night,” she lied. “'Bye, Ruel. Thanks for
He brought her to that house of that unforgettable night.This house was also far from the mansion and other structures and tenant housing except our little hut, which was also far from the same, so it was very private from any prying eyes. It had its own exit through a private road at the back only accessible to its owner. He could get in and out of the hacienda without anyone the wiser.According to rumors, Señor Sylverio had this house built for his introverted son so he could avoid visitors he did not want to face. It was when his mother lived here way back when he was still twelve years old. He could move whichever way, whenever, without anyone noticing in the mansion.Doña Lucilla always had guests and held parties, and this irritated her son. He allegedly showed dislike towards her liberal lifestyle and her circle of friends.He disagreed and argued with his father, too, but as a necessary evil to get work done. He didn't have and would not show patience for his mother as he wou
“I didn’t know what I was doing... I was so drunk,” he continued to explain himself. “I was angry about some-thing that night and I took it out on you. I didn't mean to hurt you, Arianna. Do you hear me?”Of course, she could hear him, but she couldn’t speak as she wrestled with her own emotions, her tears. He pulled her closer again, tightening his arms around her shaking body. But his image remained behind her eyelids as she closed her eyes and willed herself to calm down.His presence, the warmth of his body, the familiarity of his smell... was threatening to crush her sanity.Why was he acting as if he cared? It was making her feel things she didn’t have a right to feel. But the relief to know he wasn’t angry at her was overwhelming that she couldn’t breathe.Again, she remembered how gentle he'd suddenly become when, despite his drunkenness, he’d noticed how frightened she was that night. She took deep gulps of breath and the sobs subsided.A few moments passed, and she tried to
Arianna slowly woke up.She opened her eyes and, for a puzzled moment, she just stared at the slowly rotating fan on the ceiling.When everything came back to her, she sat on the bed, then had to close her eyes because the rush made her feel heady.It was still light outside, thank goodness! It was late morning when they came here, she remembered. How could she fall asleep so early? She felt like she'd slept for hours!Where were her clothes? She had to go home before Tommy could get ahead of her.Mama! She would be worried about why she still hadn't come back!She looked out the window, hoping it wasn't lunchtime yet even though she could see that the sun wasn’t directly above the sky anymore.Holding the blanket carefully over her breasts, she slid down the enormous bed and picked up the pieces of her clothes on the floor. Her face was blushing at the memory of how they got there as she dressed quickly.She had just gotten out of the bathroom where she washed her flushed face when a
“Are you okay?”Yna opened her eyes and resisted the urge to smile at the señorito. Which happened anyway, since his smile was infectious. “I don’t know if I can stand up. I’m so full, sen—Eric.” Her smile disappeared at the almost mistake.He laughed. “You’re so cute.”Yna sighed and mumbled. “You’re so weird.”He clearly heard that and laughed some more. When he started to get up, Yna moved, too.“What are you doing?”She blinked. “I’m going to help you with the dishes.”“Sit. I’ll do it myself.”“You’re going to wash the dishes?”“I’ll just load them up in the dishwasher.”“You have a dishwasher?” She looked in the direction of the kitchen. “I thought you said there was nobody else here?”He paused. “I meant the dishwashing… machine. I have kitchen equipment that can wash dishes for me.”She felt her cheeks warming up. “Ah… yeah. I’ve heard of those, of course. I just don’t know of anyone… except you… now… who actually has it, of course.” She closed her eyes, hoping she could just m
It wasn’t a long ride. He didn't even make the horse run. Instead, they plodded along as if they were strolling in the countryside, which in retrospect, was exactly what it seemed like if you take away all the mess of the last weeks, especially the one that just happened.If it was all taken away, then there would be nothing, Arianna was thinking. He wouldn't even know her, would not try to look for her, and she wouldn't be riding with him on this horse.So what were they doing?She closed her eyes as she arrived at the most obvious thing.He still wanted her.There was no mistaking that after what happened in his house that he wanted for things to continue. Her cheeks felt like it was getting more and more inflamed as she remembered. There was no question that she had no willpower to fight him off after her reaction to his touch. Even now, as he held her, she still felt her body reacting to him. She caught herself leaning back towards him a few times then got rigid at what she was
“Enrique? Enrique? My god...!” She tapped his cheek. “Enrique? Are you hurt? Don't faint. Enrique?”He opened his eyes, then he tried to grin, so she thought he really was hurt.In the head.Like gone mad.“The horse... stupid... horse...” he mumbled in a rough voice.“It got scared of our fight... I'm sorry it's my fault.”He still looked confused as he tried to sit up. “That's the first time I ever fell from a horse...” he said groggily.She cringed. He folded his legs as if he was going to get up but she held him down tighter. “No... wait. Let me see first...” she told him. “Where are you hurting? Let me see your back.”“Sure...” He was still smiling. Her hand froze from reaching for the back of his head.“Enrique?”He winced. And then, he used the ‘royal highness’ tone again. “Enrique's really a mouthful. I told you, Eric or Ric. Choose for the last time.”“I forgot, okay?” He’s injured and he still had the time to nag?“Say it.”“What?”“My name.”She stared at him stupidly. Reall
It turned out they did not need to ask for help. There were people already in their house. As soon as they made the turn, she could see them in the short distance.Someone was removing their curtains from the windows. Someone was also lowering their bamboo sofa down the small porch's stairs. And some of their stuff was already inside a truck.“Why? What is that? What's happening?”“Because I'm supposedly working in the hacienda, we need to move to a house closer to the fishery,” Tommy told her in a casual voice while his face said differently. He wasn’t buying the excuse of the century.He also looked as confused as she was. His mind could not keep up with what was happening, but he was willing to wait for it to catch up. Meaning, that he was waiting for someone to explain further.That would be her. She turned towards Eric. He remained silent, not looking back at her. But Tommy wasn't finished. “They also said it was timely because... the Señor has plans. The land is needed,” Tommy