Xavier’s distractions help me make it through that dreadful dinner. But after Luciano’s left, the reality slowly sinks in - the painful truth that the man I love and Ashley finally got what they wanted. They’re together, and there’s a great possibility that in time, Pier and Francine will accept Ashley with open arms… together with her child. Who knows if they’ll permit them to get married too.
They will have a family in the arms of one another while here I am, wearing another man’s ring on my finger. A man who gives me confusing feelings. Not even forty-eight hours after my proposal to him, he turned my world upside down. He ignited something in me from the alley to the kiss we shared, a feeling I’ve yet to put a label on.
It’s wrong to even think of Xavier this much, as if there will be something more between us than what we have. Twice, he ought to be my b
Dressed in an oversized shirt and sweats, legs crossed, I’m seated comfortably on the soft cushion of my reading nook. I leaned on my best friend’s shoulder, waiting for the steaming hot chocolate set on the windowsill to cool down a bit. I told Penny not to come over, that I’ll be alright, but she knew me better than I gave her credit for, all the freaking time. We’ve been inseparable since college freshman year for an unknown reason. We don’t exactly agree with everything; in fact, we argue most of the time, especially when it comes to matters of relationship. But she’s surprisingly tamed since she came in an hour ago. For Penny to shut her mouth for half an hour is a miracle. I sat up straight, reaching for the cup of warm choco she prepared with both hands. The steam danced with the movement of the cup as I l
I gave up on thinking of a good password for my phone. Penny, being a genius, only took about five seconds to crack the code I thought of for an entire day. Seriously, I thought that my new password, ‘supermanpanties,’ wouldn’t be so easy to figure out. My phone bounced on the mattress as I flopped on my stomach, face buried on the crumpled white covers. I stared at the clock on my nightstand. 7:15 a.m. and his flight would leave at 10. I’m honestly lost on whether to tell Xavier that I’m not driving him to the airport or not. What would he think about me now? ‘Hubby?’ I kept reading the message throughout the night, hoping I just saw some kind of hazy nightmare. It looks as if I’m so comfortable calling him like that. It’s so… so flirty like I was trying to be sweet
“What the hell happened to you?” Penny barged inside my room without knocking or announcing her invasion of my privacy. Lost and numb with a freezing chest, this is my body and soul’s state after the airport. As soon as I slid inside the car, my tears spilled profoundly. I don’t even know what I was crying about. It’s not like Xavier promised me love and adoration together with this engagement. Realization hit me hard where it hurts the most. God, he must be thinking I’m using him to forget his brother. Shame in bold capital letters danced around my head because of what I did. What he spoke of hurt so badly. ‘Don’t fall for me.’ I don’t understand what this searing pain in my chest is for. ‘You’ll only hurt yourself.’ Having him as my fiancé somehow gave light to the
Never open an email from an unknown source, much less click a link embedded in random emails. I never thought that such a simple thing as email could cause someone a tremendous headache. Well, technically, we won’t know what the effect of my best friend’s ‘fun’ escapade would do to Xavier. When Penny began doing her so-called ‘investigation,’ I heard her curse and grumble like the grouchy child that she is. Remember when I said she’s odd? Well, she’s even weirder when she’s in front of a computer. I heard her mumble something about ‘annoying firewalls,’ ‘fucking smartasses,’ too many times. When she talks to her laptop that way, I knew better than to ask what her problem was. Only a few moments passed, and white-hot steam came out of her ears and fire from her nose and mouth. However, before Penny went home, she
He changed... a lot. He’s still as beautiful as I’d remember him, but damn, I understand now why Penny and my friends were gaping at him. His long hair, which my fingers pulled and tugged at one point while losing myself in his luscious lips, is now shorter in a military haircut. I forced my eyes to not check him out further, but I can’t help it. Like a magnet, my eyes kept wandering to savor this fine specimen. While I stared at the offered flowers for me, my eyes darted towards his chest. Even with his navy blue suit jacket, the toned muscles of his pectoral remained on display through his fitted ashen shirt. He paired this semi-formal look with dark jeans and biker boots, showcasing his signature sexy yet rough appearance. “Thank you.” I reached for the roses, our fingers brushed gently. I tried my hardest to
One guy introduced himself as Lu and led us to the VIP lounge the moment we stepped inside the club. Nothing has changed with the interior of Cielo. The dancing laser lights and the intoxicated crowd still have the same effect on me. It’s suffocating and warm - too warm. All these sweaty bodies grinding on one another create such a unique whiff. The seven of us occupied one side of the bar in the lounge. As per his boss’ instruction, Lu personally gave us the said VIP treatment by serving as our bartender. We all ordered martinis for starters, and Lu keeps cracking jokes that sell to my friends. Even Penny is enjoying his company. I guess this is not such a bad idea after all. However, my mind kept drifting to my fiancé. We’ve consumed a few glasses of alcohol already, and I haven’t seen even a shadow of him.
“Did you enjoy it?” Xavier followed me out of the club. After that little scene, I created for myself, vile rose from my belly to my mouth. I’ve never been this careless before, and it’s all because of this stupid jealousy when I saw Xavier with his woman. With half-consumed bottled water in my hand, I stood under the lamppost on the curb, waiting for Erik to come and pick me up. I shouldn’t have listened to Penny. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place. Me and clubs, Cielo in particular, will never be a delightful combination. I emptied the content of the water bottle I grabbed from the bar before exiting the building, tossing the container on the bin under the lamppost. It was better to ignore Xavier. I don’t know if he witnessed everything, or he’s just try
~Xavier~ Her words sliced through my soul. It’s surprising. For the longest time, I believed I didn’t have one. I have long feared that my dumb brother would destroy everything our father planned for us. And he did. He did not fucking disappoint. I warned him to stop fooling around, respect Zia, and cherish her like I did with Nadia. She’s pure, damn pure, for this life. And if she marries me, she’ll have no escape from the claws of my sins that are bound to follow me in my grave. “Every time you see her,” Lu patted my back, “you always end up emptying a bottle of Jacks.” He rounded the bar in the VIP lounge, drawing a bottle of Corona for himself, taking a seat beside me. Cielo is eerie, a strange but familiar place to
~Zia~ About thirty minutes into the drive, Xavier parked in front of the cabin by the lake. My mind was somewhere else through the drive; another guilt feeling washed over me. This was our night together, and I pushed my worry about Lu and Penny aside for a bit. I just have to trust that they’ll work things out. Xavier slid out of the car; I took this chance to shake my worry away as he skirted over to my side, opening the door for me. Trees shadowed over us, creating a dancing pattern through their leaves as the sliver of the silver moon slipped between the gaps. The gentle purr of the summer wind made the small lights anchored from tree to tree swayed like sparkling stars within my reach. In my awe, I admired the cabin, small, cozy, made of glass and wood. Yellow l
~Zia~Like always, Xavier had everything planned out. We took a drive to Club Sky and met with our friends. I haven’t gone out with any of them since I gave birth to Franco. Sure, they visit our place often, sometimes for no apparent reason.Diego would pop up the most; he even had his things in the guest room since he’s been sleeping there a couple of nights a week. One time, I interrogated him about why he’s always in our place. I don’t mind having them over, but Diego is a pain in the ass. He whines when we run out of Batangas coffee. It’s cute. He’s a child that cries when there’s no cereal in the morning. And his response was even infuriating.‘You hoard the best coffee in town,’ was his nonchalant response. I pity the girl who would fall for this kid.
~Zia~My parents have been traveling back and forth from New York to Seattle for about two months now. They have the penthouse next to ours to their name. They wanted to be close to Franco. I mean, they even hold him longer than I do when they’re around. I only get to hold him when he’s hungry; where’s the justice in that?Mom and Dad were sitting in the living room, admiring Franco as he cooed, yawned, and fluttered his eyes because he was already sleepy.I stare at them from the kitchen, eating my salad with a pout on my lip. There’s a small part of me that feels a little possessive about my son. I knew my parents only wanted to be with their grandchild. They’ve been waiting for him excitedly, like Xavier and me. They’ve been deprived of this chance when Nadia lost her baby; now
~Zia~“Xavier!” I pressed my hand on my lower back, the other set under my huge belly, breathing in and out. The cramps were different. Dr. Shiovan told me I would know when it was time. And it’s damn time.Still in his pajamas, Xavier came rushing into our room with flour decorating the black apron around his neck. He was making a ravioli for me, my request last night, and he promised me he’d make his pasta for the dish, which became my go-to food in the third trimester of my pregnancy.“It’s time?” he asked, helping me up from the reading nook where I spent my entire morning.“Fuck,” I hissed, feeling another contraction. “He’s coming out.”Xavier&rsquo
~Zia~ It doesn’t matter if we are alive and breathing. The emptiness written all over our faces screams we lost more than what we gained. Xavier got out safely, but the manor didn’t survive the explosion. Part of our plan was to make the crime scene look like a gas leak under the estate, making it easier for our people in the government to investigate and conceal this chaos. There’ll be a lot of questions asked, and for the most part, everything we’ll say would be a lie. We headed back to the safe house to spend the night and tend to our wounded. Xavier was silent the entire drive; we all were, for that matter. He gave me a quick peck on the forehead when we got to our room and headed directly to the bathroom to clean up
~Zia~“Lu, Bo,” Xavier grunted, fighting his way through the hallway that led to the basement. “I really need you two to move your fucking asses now!”“This is a fucking sewage system!” Lu grunted. They had the job of setting up explosives under the manor. A big argument took over before the two agreed to do this. They wanted to be on Xavier’s side, to protect their boss and friend, but they had a bigger task at hand. “It would’ve been easier if we came in with you, you idiot!”Xavier grunted, taking cover on the busted wall of the hallway. A Luciano family portrait hangs above him, swaying with each wave of gunfire through the air.“Did you just call me an idiot?” Xavier chuckled.
~Zia~“Where is my grandson?” the man who slit Francine’s throat asked, his thick brows arched, head tilting to the side, seizing my husband up. Brown eyes, burning with a hunger for blood, starred into Xavier’s hues.Like what we expected, the moment Xavier stepped out of the car, armed men from the opposing side surrounded them. They’ll never play fair. We are mere pawns in his game of death, and he plays an award-winning role of a devil.Xavier glanced around at the men surrounding him as if they’re nothing but mere mortals, and he’s fucking above them.That’s my husband right there. He’d look death straight in the eyes and would never show a hint of fear. ‘Death should be afraid of me,’ that’s wh
~Zia~The sight that bombarded me when I descended the stairs puzzled me. I was expecting Xavier and Calvin to gut each other’s throat, not that I was hoping for it, but this was the least I predicted with everything that’s happened.Ammunition and firearms, from handguns, knives to assault rifles, are scattered everywhere I glance. Xavier, Mom, Dad, the rest of the team, my sister, and her people are arming themselves, wearing a mask of confidence.We’re going to war.A loud crashing of metal against the floor grabbed my attention from studying my family. I saw a glimpse of Calvin in the kitchen, arming himself with a bulletproof vest, surrounded by a few more of Nadia’s men.“Xavier,” I n
~Zia~Our lips moved against one another, gentle, searching and asking for anything to make us feel alive.The kiss wasn’t filled with lust. It was filled with the need for love, warmth, and hope in our world that has turned unrelenting and cold. We need each other to have and to hold, just like our vow, just like what this wedding band in our fingers meant.My hands gripped his shoulder tightly, holding on to him, unwilling to let go, to stay here with my husband.I seamed his lower lip, asking him to let me in. When his lips parted, I slid my tongue between them, begging him to lose himself in me. His hands came up to my hips, nails digging painfully, making me hiss against his mouth.“Zia…” Xavier