After eating breakfast, Feliza and I decided to watch a movie. We settled ourselves in front of the TV and we sat on the floor, instead of sitting on the couch. This is a kind of habit that we both have when we're spending time together. We always have this belief system in our heads that the floor is better than the couch. As someone who grew up in Chicago with my aunt, I can totally agree with that because my aunt and I used to sit on the floor instead on the chairs.Speaking of my aunt, she never replied to my messages. I don't understand why, and I'm thinking that maybe there's something wrong. To be honest, I'm kind of worried. I can't communicate with her through my phone. So, I decided to write a letter for her instead. It was sent all the way to Chicago and I hope that she gets it soon. I'm also hoping that I will finally get a response from her. I also attached two photos of myself that was taken by Feliza on my 27th birthday. I was blowing the candles on top of a cake, the o
"What do you think, Feliza?"I turned to Feliza after I stared at my reflection on the mirror. I'm wearing a bluish pencil dress, and this is the fifth time that Feliza made me try a dress on. She dislikes the dresses that I wore earlier. And she said that those won't fit in any party."Nice, but I don't like it."I sighed as I lazily eyed her. It's almost 8 in the evening, yet Feliza is still making me try these dresses on. If I'm not mistaken, she might even have a plan in the back of her mind to show me every dress that her closet contains."But I do like it. It looks formal and at the same time, it fits for a party." I made sure that I gave enough emphasis on the word 'fits' for her to recognize.Instead of Feliza saying something, which I was hoping for, she stands up and picks another dress instead. When she turns back to me, she smiles and says that it's the last one I'll try. She also swore that I can finally pick the one that I wanted to wear after this final dress.I just ag
"Is your villa far?" Out of nowhere, I asked.He turned to me for a second and then he focused back on the road again. "Sort of. It's away from the city." Hearing his answer was enough for me to turn some music on while we're on a ride.Hotline Bling by Drake blasted and it pushed away the silence between us. The silence that I wanted to push away, yet not unbearable and awkward.From time to time, Conrad would sing along and it would put a smile on my lips. We spent the whole ride listening to songs while I'm still looking outside the window. I just waited and waited until my eyes laid on a huge villa that has a fountain in the middle. Some coconut trees on each side, and innumerable people everywhere. Drinking, conversing, and dancing to the loud music playing.The villa is so lively especially with the playful colorful lights.I turned to Conrad whose eyes are already on me. "I thought it'd only be you and your close friends?" He chuckled, "I never said anything like that." Conrad
I bit my lower lip as my eyes try to focus on the man in front of me. He just finished licking off my juices that coated his middle finger. And I have no idea why the hell that looked so hot from my perspective.He smiles at me after finally getting the satisfaction concerning what happened just moments ago.I look away as I try to process everything. The whiskey's effect on me has somehow vanished after I felt the heavenly explosion due to the reason that my boss finger fucked the hell out of me.What was I thinking? Oh, my God."Am I supposed to apologize now?" My gaze met his when I heard his voice, pulling me out of my not-so-distant thoughts.At some point, I know that there's a part of me that clearly wanted it. I clearly wanted him to do that for me and I have no alibis or excuses to use. I wouldn't blame the alcohol; I wouldn't blame the whiskey. Even though I know that I'm not good after a few shots just like as usual, I still wouldn't have the guts to put all the blame on it
I just smiled at the scene we came across. They seem cute, honestly. They seem like they make a really good couple. It's just that, whenever I remember what Feliza told me back then when we were eating chips and drinking juice in their house, is what corrupted my mind into thinking that they don't get along. And that, Feliza is the one trying every possible way for them to survive their marriage.Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe there's something I'm not allowed to see or to witness. Something so sacred that they don't want to expose to anyone else. I understand them though, I understand them very well.And it's because an experience of mine made me learn before that when you expose something beautiful to people that doesn't see things the way that you do, it will never be appreciated in a way like how you wanted for it to bloom."Let's dance?" Conrad's voice filled my ears when he asked me in a shouting manner. He has to ask me that way due to the loud music that's blasting and echoing through
Even though my eyes still feel heavy and tired, I forced myself to open them as I sat up to turn my alarm off. It's four in the morning, and I have to get ready before five. Or maybe before a text pops up on my screen, saying that he's now here to pick me up.I groan as I lazily went off the bed. I even became upset when my clumsiness took advantage of it as I fall on the floor.I only had five hours of sleep, and I have less than an hour to get ready. Thank God, I already packed my things after he drove me home.After looking at my alarm clock, I tried to hype myself up by forcing myself to stand and to do a couple of jumping jacks. Stretching my arms and my whole body for my system to be fully awakened. It's kind of a warm up for me to start my day.Well, only if I feel very lazy.I'm grateful that I can somehow push myself to do these little exercises even though these are not a routine for me on a daily basis.Until now, I still can't wrap my head around the fact that Conrad Easto
"Hey, I'm just asking. I know that I shouldn't be thinking about things that doesn't concern me." His voice sounded a bit playful that he's trying to suppress. But no matter how hard he is suppressing it, there's still a small smile formed by his lips visible enough for me to see."To answer your question, well, uh." I started stroking my chin as if I'm thinking of possible best answers to respond. I'm acting like it's a hard question as I capture his sea green eyes with mine whenever that he's turning to me for a couple of seconds. "Well, Mr. Easton. I don't have a boyfriend." I smiled widely, but it was also somehow meaningful."How about a fuck buddy?"I gasped and gaped at him, "What?!" And one of my hands automatically smacks his shoulder. "You can't be so serious right now, Conrad. How could you ask me that?" Disbelief can be heard in my voice, but all that I got in return is a playful laughter from him."What? Come on, Eve. We're adults. I won't define you any less if you say
My hand is writing as fast as it could as I pay attention to every detail that the man in a grey suit is speaking about. He's sitting across Mr. Conrad Easton who is right beside me. There's a rectangular glass table in the middle, and the room is filled with businessmen that I happen to meet today.I turned to the man beside me when he places his hand over mine. "It's fine if you wouldn't be able to write everything down. Your phone is recording, right?" He said, quietly.I just nodded at him and his attention is now once again focused on the meeting. If I'm not mistaken, three of the men here is from New York and two from Las Vegas. I admire the way that they're taking this meeting so seriously. Since we arrived earlier, everything is flowing so well and jokes are kept aside to discuss about their sole purpose.Well, yeah, jokes are set aside but there are times that they couldn't contain themselves when one of them jokes around concerning the meeting."I think that's all." The man
"A runaway groom? What the hell? Why would he do that if he's just using Aurella for self interest?"My face is probably showing Conrad a huge question mark right now. A huge question mark with my curiosity coming with it. The origin of my curiosity is cannot be identified, but I have a feeling that I somehow believe that this Lucas Zayd Foster can't betray his own system that day.I have a feeling that this Lucas, became a runaway groom and it's all for a woman that he can't stop thinking about.Cupid probably made him realize exactly the moment that he's standing at the altar waiting for Aurella.Poor Aurella."I don't know. None of my friends know. It's still a mystery up until now."Well, that mystery is fucked up. Really fucked up. There's no way that Lucas wasn't rooted on his place when he saw Aurella walking down the aisle. There's no way that he never thought of the consequences that comes after his actions. There's no way that he just decided to put Aurella in so much fame.
"Where's the banana cake?"I look around the kitchen to search for the banana cake that my aunt Astacia bought for me.Today, Conrad and I decided to gather everyone up and tell them the good news. Well, some friends already knew 'cause Conrad couldn't contain his happiness. But our family still have no idea at all. All they know is that we're all gathered here for a dinner together. And they're not going to suspect anything at all due to the reason that Conrad and I do really host a family dinner every month.I figure out that it's a good way for Calvert to know the whole family. It's like a get together but all for Calvert. It takes so much effort for some members in the family to make it here in our house every month. And I appreciate it very much that they all agreed to this family tradition in the making. They reschedule more important matters and sometimes, I think that it's too much. But sometimes, I think that it's worthwhile especially that it's all for Calvert."I placed it
"What?! What do you mean she's back on business?"Bryce is shocked to the core and it's makint me want to burst into laughter. And it's all because I know that Aurella Aglauros is not just a widely known supermodel.She's someone from Bryce's past. Someone that's trying to put him down for years now. But actually, they're like cats and dogs in the business world. It's not just Aurella that's trying to destroy my friend here. My friend here is also determined with every fiber of his being to fire back as strong as she's trying to kick him out.But that was years ago though. After bickering for a long time, Aurella decided to stop handling their family's business and just focus on her modeling career. Maybe it's because of the pressure that her family is putting her into. Or maybe she has other reasons kept.Just like my dirty little secret."Conrad? Are you still there? Hey? Talk to me, asshole.""Bryce, language! You're with my son." It's absolutely my turn now to snap on him."Relax.
"No need to cry about it, Eve. I understand, and I can see that you've been tired and stressed out lately. You're doing your best, and that's all that matters."Whatever I do and say to calm my wife, I still can't succeed at stopping her eyes from crying and dropping tears all the way down to her cheeks.She keeps on apologizing about misplacing her wedding ring, and then accusing me of cheating on her with Aurella. And me, being me, as her husband, I keep on assuring her that it was all fine for me. I always understand her, and I always try to picture myself in her shoes. And every time that I do that, I'll eventually think that I won't survive as a woman and a mother at the same time. I don't even think if I can be graceful and incredible just like how my wife Genevieve is."No, it's just, it's so stupid of me to misplace my ring. And it's not just any ring, Conrad. It's my wedding ring! The ring I had since we got married. I'm sure that offended you even just a bit."I cup her face
I have a feeling deep in my gut that Bryce won't disappoint me at all, and that he will take care of Calvert real good. But the mother in me says that I needed to tell him that in order for him to get even just a single hint that I'm a monster at worrying when it comes to my son."Don't worry, Eve. I won't make you regret on the decision you've made. And this is not the first time that I've watched over kids. I'm good at taking care of them, so just trust me."I nod, "Okay. Thank you.""You're at the nursery school now, right?""Yeah.""You sound really tired, Eve."I look around to find an unoccupied bench to sit to. But when I'm finally about to sit, my phone beeps telling me that the phone call I had with Bryce just ended."Oh, well—""You sound really tired, so you should go home now and take a rest."Bryce suddenly pops in front of me and he's wearing his signature small and unrecognizable smile. "Go, Eve. I'll be watching over Calvert. I promise, after I watch you get into your
"Come on, mama! I'll be late!"I have no idea if I should be proud of Calvert being excited to go to the nursery school everyday, or be all lazy and have Conrad to send him off.It's been a week since my little Calvert had started going to the nursery school, and I've been trying my best to match my schedules with Conrad. And of course, with Calvert too. Asides from having different schedules, Conrad and I have no one else to watch over Calvert or to send him to the school whenever that I can no longer ditch my work with a massive force.I am still a magazine journalist under the publishing company of my own husband. But now, I am also a mother and an author who's busy with her third book. I know that I can just take it easy, or maybe do things one by one. But I can't just easily cross out one thing that I am passionate about. One thing that makes me who I am. Without these things, I wouldn't be someone who Conrad calls his wife; I wouldn't be someone who my little Calvert calls his m
"Mama and Dada are here for you. And about Paddington, I think I can find you a teddy later after all of this. What do you say?" Calvert claps and kisses both of my cheeks. "Can I come with you, dada?" I glance at my wife to look for her approval. But the look on her face is asking me, 'Really? Spoiling him?'. I know that this might not be good, but I can't stand looking at my boy knowing that he's nervous."Of course, you can come with me. But now, let's handle this preschool business first. We'll be over it, and you will have a very good time. Mama and Dada will watch over you."He smiles, "You promise?"I show him my pinky and he instantly binds his with mine. "I pinky promise."After promising to my son, his tiny hand holds mine and he walks over to Eve to hold hers too. We all walk together inside the nursery school without letting go of each other's hands. And when Calvert finally finds the best seat for him, he waves his hand at us who are quite far from him. He then listens att
"Good morning."Even with my eyes closed, my lips manage to form a smile when I feel her lips touch the surface of my cheek.How the hell can she wake up so early?And how is she so good at this?"You better get up now. You're going to be late for work if you stay in bed for 5 more minutes."Oh, whatever. I don't care if I'm going to be late for work. I'm the CEO anyway and I'm very good at it. But for now, I want to stay in bed for a little longer. With my wife.The sound of Eve's sweet giggle instantly fills the whole bedroom when I pulled her on top of me by her wrist."Conrad! You should get up and take a shower now." She's still giggling as I wrap my arms around her. Stopping her act of resistance; only making me tighten my hold on her. "I feel very lazy today, my wife. I don't want to go to work. Can we just stay here all day?" How dumb of me to ask even though I know she'll never approve it. Plus, I interfered with her work last night. Meaning, nothing can stop her now to conti
"Mama, let's have an agreement."I heard Conrad let out a small laughter that made me glare at him. Only for a matter of seconds because my eyes settle on Calvert and I give him a soft look.Conrad laughed because he knows that Calvert is about to propose an agreement that will lead to letting him stay up past his bedtime and finish the entire show. Conrad also knows that my defenses are always weak for our little boy. And honestly, I find it difficult to hold my ground sometimes. Back then I used to wonder why some mothers would just easily give their young ones whatever they ask for. But now? I totally understand. It's a different kind of tormenting feeling when you don't want to give your child what they want. But as an adult, you should always choose to do whatever is best for them. The level of difficulty of parenting will never be matched by anything in this world. And I just hope that I won't lose my mind.God."You don't have to give the same agreement all the time, baby." I s