We arrived at MF Condo Towers. Professor Fortez is carrying all my groceries. I volunteered to carry one of the six big plastic bags, but he didn’t let me. He said that he can carry all those on his own. I just shrugged my shoulders and just let him do as he pleased. He removed his coat and rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. His muscled forearms are showing. I diverted my gaze immediately to avoid being tempted.
We rode the elevator up to the tenth floor, where my unit is located. While waiting to arrive at my floor, I stared at our reflection. I cringed at how he looked while carrying all my groceries.
“Are you sure that you don’t need my help? Those are heavy.” I pointed out at the plastic bags he is carrying in both hands. His protruding arm muscles and veins are clearly visible in my eyes. I force to drag my eyes up to his handsome face.
“It’s nothing. These are actually light compare to the gym equipment I carry every weekend.” he calmly
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Heat automatically warm my cheeks, making me blush at what he said. I was just finding comfort in his lap and I didn’t mean to move the second time. I bury my face in his neck, so he won’t see how embarrass I am. “Your peace offering is really delicious, hon. But I’m afraid, we need to stop here. As much as I enjoy the pleasure, we don’t have to do it yet.” he uttered while breathing heavily. I close my eyes tightly as I let his hand gently brushing my hair. I can still feel his hardened buddy down there. I am trying my best to ignore it and divert my mind to other things. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.” I told him awkwardly. I am still hiding my embarrassed face. “Hey, it’s alright.
The words that Mark said in the library never left my mind. I have been thinking about it even after my class started. I am not on my own self all day long. I failed to focus in my classes, even if I force myself to listen to every discussion. I wished to forget the feeling of being sorry for rejecting his love. It is just that I can’t help to think about it. My intention was not to hurt him too much, but when I saw him earlier, he was still very hurt by what I did. I went home lethargic and my shoulder drooped as I lazily entered the elevator. Not long before I heard someone cleared his throat. I raised my face to see who it was and I was shocked at who was in front of me now. Wearing a light grey single- breasted suit, paired with pink dress shirt, polka dot necktie and a black leather shoes. The man before me looks stunning! “Sir Hart, is that you?” I asked in an unbelievable voice. My eyes widened in shock and joy to see this man again. Since I left
“Stop saying nonsense! I do not believe you!” I exclaimed. It is hard to believe what he said that I am special to him. I am starting to doubt his motive for inviting me here, because I thought his reason was just to have a cup of coffee with him. I didn’t expect an interrogation to take place. Also, I am suspicious of why he is here in MF Condo Towers. I think that I am really the reason why he came here, not because he has an early meeting to attend the next day. It seems to me that he used his invitation as a decoy to execute his real plan, which is to question me now. He grabbed that chance earlier when I accidentally entered the wrong lift. It saved him the time and effort to approach me without me getting suspicious about his motive. For the nth time, I regretted entering the wrong lift earlier. I am really stupid for dragging myself into this situation. “Just as I thought, you will react this way.” he smirked, knowing that I already realized
After I told the story to Sir Hart, I fell silent. My body is shaking so much, and my heart is aching in guilt. That was not the last time my parents ordered me to kill their business rivals. Mr. Mondragon’s daughter was not the only one I killed from then until now, because they were many. “So, your real target was Mr. Mondragon. But instead of killing him, you killed his daughter. Mr. Mondragon was really furious that night. He was my client. He hired me because he was receiving death threats from unknown sender. Are you also the one who did that?” he asked me in the midst of my silence. I just nodded my head as a reply because I was not in the mood to talk. I feel weak after telling him that long
The penthouse was very beautiful and inviting. If it wasn’t because of the things I have learned right now, I would surely accept his offer to sleep here. “I think I need to go back to my flat but thank you for the offer, Sir Hart.” I politely declined. I stand on my feet. I looked down at my half- emptied cup of coffee. I feel sorry for not finishing the cup. “I thought so.” he said. “I will not invite you to eat with me tonight. I know that after what you find out, you will lose your appetite for dinner.” he joked. His playful smirk is back on his face. I hissed and rolled my eyes at him. I turned my back at him to go inside the living room. I get my bag, which I left on the sofa. “Good night. Sleep and don’t overthink about unnecessary things, baby girl.” I heard Sir Hart said. He was right next to me when he said that. I frowned. I thought I l
My temple is throbbing in pain because of what is happening in front of me. I feel like I am in an event, where I am not one of the characters. In this setting, I am just a witness. In the back of my mind, there is a voice that wants to argue with my previous statement. Am I really just a witness or am I just forcing myself to believe that? I am not that dumb. This lady with my face, I know that I am her. Moreover, this teacher that she addressed as Sir Fortez, his presence beside me is familiar. Even though his face is blurry in my sight, I can tell who he is. However, I do not remember this incident in my life. Is this part of my forgotten memories? Are my memories starting to come back? Professor Fortez said that we knew each other in the past. Is this how we were acquainted? He was also my teacher back then, huh. The young lady slowly went in front to do what she was told. She gently bring the chalk on the board to write the answer. I was staring at the scene whe
I asked Sir Hart to help me sit on my bed, because I seemed to weaken suddenly. The news made me frown deeply. Before, I used to be the killer. But now, I am the one being tried to kill. The table has turned. I didn’t expect that being tried to be killed would feel this way. The feeling that is irritatingly frightening. My fist are itching to punch somebody. If it weren’t for the fact that my body is not in condition now, I might have discarded the things in this room earlier. “Do you know who the fuck wants me dead, Sir Hart?” I asked him in a serious voice. My forehead has deep creases because of so much irritation. How dare they plot my death? Once I know who they were, I will show them my demonic side. That side of me doesn’t show mercy to anyone. They will face death soon, if they do not know how to hide better. “Not yet. They are quite skilled.” he answered as he shook his head while frowning. By the looks of it, he is not also pleased like I do. He can no long
It has been a week since I have been confined here in one of the private rooms of the hospital. It has been two days since I gained consciousness. The bruises on my face has been healed, the only left were the lightening scars. My body is slowly recovering but I still can’t move freely. I have been needing somebody’s help to transfer from one place to another, like going to the bathroom. A female nurse is also assisting me. According to her, she was hired by Sir Hart to look after me, especially when he is not around. I am very thankful for his thoughtfulness. Until now, my killers are still unidentified and they are not making any move again. But even so, I could not feel the slightest fear in me. I know that I won’t be harmed as long as Sir Hart is around. In a short time of our acquaintance, I quickly became comfortable with him. When I know he is around I am reassured because I know he won’t let anything bad happen. Professor Fortez is always with me too. He goes
I LOOK at myself in the mirror. Meeting my fiancé for the first time, I wear a dress that exudes both excitement and grace. I am wearing a knee – length dress in a soft, romantic hue of lavender, adorned with subtle floral patterns. The fabric of this dress is lightweight and flowing, creating gentle movement with every step. The neckline of the dress is modest yet flattering. It is V-neckline, adding a touch of elegance. To complement the occasion, I accessorize with dainty jewelry like a delicate necklace and earrings, and opt for comfortable yet stylish heels. Overall, my dress would reflect my anticipation and joy, blending youthful charm with a sense of occasion. I hope that is the case. But, this is an unfortunate occasion that I gladly not to attend to but I don’t want to put the life of the man I love in danger. “Professor Fortez… hon, I am sorry.” I whispered in the air. My eyes are watering at the thought of marrying a man that is not Professor Fortez. My heart is aching
It is Christmas Eve and I’m paddling in the sea water that hit the shore. I am barefoot as I’m feeling the water and sand at my feet. Thankfully, I already recovered from the accident lest I will not enjoy my vacation. In the stillness of the night, my joyful laughter is echoing in the air along with the sound of the waves. “Be careful!” Professor Fortez immediately yelled from a distance when I stumbled. The sound of fear and subtle irritation is evident in his voice. Thankfully, I didn’t fall onto the ground. I looked back at him and gave him my most attractive smile. He shook his head as if to say that I’ll be the death of him. I laughed at him and waved. Like a first timer on the beach, I ran and jumped on the shoreline. It has been months since I last went to the beach. It was when I got mad of Professor Fortez and decided to run away. Then, I met Sid Hart Montefalco. The guy who said that I am special to him. It was also the time when I realized that a problem cannot be solve
“Professor, let’s stop here. My brain can’t take it anymore.” I complain to Professor Fortez. My temple is pulsing painfully. I reached my limit already. This Professor of mine is a monster. He is very strict while teaching me. He doesn’t like so many red marks on my paper. He wants everything to be perfect. “Your final exam is nearing. You should be reviewing a lot or else you’ll fail.” he seriously stated. Oh God! Having a personal tutor like him is a nightmare. Studying with him is so terrible! He wouldn’t let me have long breaks. He only allowed me to have short breaks such as water break, and every time I feel the need to use the bathroom. Every lesson is so stressing. I think I am going to die! Huhuhu… ‘Can’t he go easy on me? I am still confined in the hospital, a patient. He is so mean!’ I thought as I pouted my lips while looking at him from the side. “Don’t pout your lips, honey. I’ll bite that for you.” he spat the words ent
The next morning, I woke up feeling a man’s presence peering on my face. As I opened my eyes to see who the culprit was, I came face to face with the most handsome guy I have ever met. My bedroom appearance is reflecting in his dark eyes. Professor Fortez has a smirk on his face. His perfect facial features immensely attractive, a feast for the eyes. I felt my heart suddenly skipped a beat. Few seconds past as I froze. I, then, decided to break my gaze. My cheeks were blushing as I pushed over Professor Fortez lightly. “You look as beautiful as always even when you just woke up. There is nothing to be shy of, honey.” he said and chuckled playfully. My face reddened even more. “I want to use the bathroom.” I said without facing at his direction. I know to myself that I don’t look as attractive as him when I walk up. My hair should probably looked like a bird’s nest right now. I might have a mucus on my eyes and a trail of dried slime on the corners of my mouth. I know
It has been a week since I have been confined here in one of the private rooms of the hospital. It has been two days since I gained consciousness. The bruises on my face has been healed, the only left were the lightening scars. My body is slowly recovering but I still can’t move freely. I have been needing somebody’s help to transfer from one place to another, like going to the bathroom. A female nurse is also assisting me. According to her, she was hired by Sir Hart to look after me, especially when he is not around. I am very thankful for his thoughtfulness. Until now, my killers are still unidentified and they are not making any move again. But even so, I could not feel the slightest fear in me. I know that I won’t be harmed as long as Sir Hart is around. In a short time of our acquaintance, I quickly became comfortable with him. When I know he is around I am reassured because I know he won’t let anything bad happen. Professor Fortez is always with me too. He goes
I asked Sir Hart to help me sit on my bed, because I seemed to weaken suddenly. The news made me frown deeply. Before, I used to be the killer. But now, I am the one being tried to kill. The table has turned. I didn’t expect that being tried to be killed would feel this way. The feeling that is irritatingly frightening. My fist are itching to punch somebody. If it weren’t for the fact that my body is not in condition now, I might have discarded the things in this room earlier. “Do you know who the fuck wants me dead, Sir Hart?” I asked him in a serious voice. My forehead has deep creases because of so much irritation. How dare they plot my death? Once I know who they were, I will show them my demonic side. That side of me doesn’t show mercy to anyone. They will face death soon, if they do not know how to hide better. “Not yet. They are quite skilled.” he answered as he shook his head while frowning. By the looks of it, he is not also pleased like I do. He can no long
My temple is throbbing in pain because of what is happening in front of me. I feel like I am in an event, where I am not one of the characters. In this setting, I am just a witness. In the back of my mind, there is a voice that wants to argue with my previous statement. Am I really just a witness or am I just forcing myself to believe that? I am not that dumb. This lady with my face, I know that I am her. Moreover, this teacher that she addressed as Sir Fortez, his presence beside me is familiar. Even though his face is blurry in my sight, I can tell who he is. However, I do not remember this incident in my life. Is this part of my forgotten memories? Are my memories starting to come back? Professor Fortez said that we knew each other in the past. Is this how we were acquainted? He was also my teacher back then, huh. The young lady slowly went in front to do what she was told. She gently bring the chalk on the board to write the answer. I was staring at the scene whe
The penthouse was very beautiful and inviting. If it wasn’t because of the things I have learned right now, I would surely accept his offer to sleep here. “I think I need to go back to my flat but thank you for the offer, Sir Hart.” I politely declined. I stand on my feet. I looked down at my half- emptied cup of coffee. I feel sorry for not finishing the cup. “I thought so.” he said. “I will not invite you to eat with me tonight. I know that after what you find out, you will lose your appetite for dinner.” he joked. His playful smirk is back on his face. I hissed and rolled my eyes at him. I turned my back at him to go inside the living room. I get my bag, which I left on the sofa. “Good night. Sleep and don’t overthink about unnecessary things, baby girl.” I heard Sir Hart said. He was right next to me when he said that. I frowned. I thought I l
After I told the story to Sir Hart, I fell silent. My body is shaking so much, and my heart is aching in guilt. That was not the last time my parents ordered me to kill their business rivals. Mr. Mondragon’s daughter was not the only one I killed from then until now, because they were many. “So, your real target was Mr. Mondragon. But instead of killing him, you killed his daughter. Mr. Mondragon was really furious that night. He was my client. He hired me because he was receiving death threats from unknown sender. Are you also the one who did that?” he asked me in the midst of my silence. I just nodded my head as a reply because I was not in the mood to talk. I feel weak after telling him that long