My Best Friend's Kiss

Chapter 3: My Best Friend's Kiss

That is the problem, Dylan. You always see me as your best friend and I am doing the other way around. I cannot just order myself to disregard my feelings for you. It's not as easy as counting one to three, with just a snap of my fingers, or sleeping in one night.

Every time you are with me, I am terrified that I might find myself sinking in a wide blue ocean without anything or anyone that can save me.

"Please, let go of me, Mr. Spencer," I replied, worried not because of my feelings for him but because a lot of his employees are now looking at us.

The last thing I would do is give them the wrong idea. On top of that, I don't want to let myself believe in false hope. He is in a relationship with Mauren.

"People are now staring at us." I continued before I stepped away from him, "I don't want to hear anything from them that might stain your name."

Getting into the car first before the boss was inappropriate of me but I just did it. To end the conversation. Half an hour later, we stood in front of the forty-eight-story building which is under construction.

This building is one of the most important projects for Dylan. It was his biggest dream to build his own business without the influence of his parents. And as far as I could remember, he wants me to be part of that dream.

We spent a few nights together to come up with the perfect layout that suits our tastes. He let me pick which floor we will be holding his office.

And I was in high spirits when he told me that our dream will be given color within two years. Everything from the gathering of funds, permit applications, and other necessary things needed were put forth with our efforts combined.

Sad to say, I no longer see myself being part of that dream. Resigning from my position was the best decision I have ever done for myself.

For me, resigning and staying away from Dylan will serve as my utmost freedom. My only way of me moving on. And to be able to forget him. I had to. For my sake.

"Don't forget to put on safety gear, Mr. Spencer," I said in a rush while heading to the guard's house.

"So you still cared about me, huh?" Dylan teasingly replied. He suddenly rubbed my head and smiled. "What will you do if I am not going to use safety gear then, huh?"

Everyone we could meet on our way to the guard house bowed before Dylan. Despite the tension between us, we still manage to smile back at them.

I smiled back at him but it only lasted for about three seconds, "If you are trying to convince me to stay in your company, Mr. Spencer, my answer remains the same. But you are old enough to decide whether to put safety gears or not."

"Would you mind giving me enough reason about why?" he asked while putting on the helmet on my head. "You could never get such kind of compensation from other companies. On top of that, you could never find a boss as handsome, loving, caring, and understanding like me."

"We better get this site inspection done, Mr. Spencer." I better change the topic before it goes out of hand. "You better not be late for your mother's death anniversary. All the members of your family will be there. Don't embarrass your father."

Dylan's mom died in a very tragic car accident when he was ten years old. The three of them including his dad were in that car that day on their way home. But the two boys managed to survive apart from his mother.

The police officer in charge concluded and closed the case with a simple car accident. However, Dylan believed that it was murder, and has something to do with him claiming as the heir of his father's multi-billion dollar businesses.

His father rested the case and believed the cops' thorough and fair investigation, but Dylan still kept on searching for clues, witnesses, and evidence that his mother was murdered.

He believes that one of their family members was behind the tragic accident. Fifteen years. Dylan took him fifteen years to get one witness. And tonight on his mother's death anniversary, he is going to confront the one who attempted to kill the three of them.

That is also one of the reasons I am having a hard time leaving Dylan in Mauren's hands. Needless to say, I promised him that I am going to help him seek justice until the very end.

"You would be joining us later, right?" Dylan asked, his voice strained with concern. He then looks me in the eye, his stares begging.

"We both knew this death anniversary is intended within the family only, Mr. Spencer," I replied with guilt. "And besides, you are aware that for sixteen years, I never joined this event in your life. Not even ones."

"But you're a family to me, Elaine," he insisted, and I love the sound of it.

"No. You are misinterpreting the idea or meaning of being part of a family, Mr. Spencer," I replied, "I am simply your secretary."

"But you're my best friend," he debated, then we went out of the guard's house to begin the site inspection.

We did not even notice that it was already pouring outside. The temperature outside is freezing. And the ground started getting slippery. "That's the thing, Mr. Spencer. I am just your best friend."

"Elaine, did you say something?" Dylan yelled for clarification. "Say it loud. I can't hear you because of the pouring rain. Let alone the sounds of the thunder and lightning roaring."

And then speaking of thunder and lightning, I screamed as I got terribly scared when they strike somewhere in the nearby area accompanied by the slippery ground which resulted in me stumbling.

However, before my body touches the round, a cold arm was encircled around my chest and was about to pull me up. Sad to say, my weight was heavy enough to pull him with me to the ground.

The worst part of the situation is that our lips were bumped into each other by accident as he tried to support and pull me on top of him. It was our first kiss

"Mr. Spencer, are you all right?" I worriedly asked right after removing my body away from him. Then I slap his face when he no longer moves, "Dylan? Wake up!"

As soon as the security guards heard me screaming for help, they immediately come to the rescue and rush Dylan to the nearest hospital.

My arms and legs were in a race of trembling on our way to the hospital and while looking at him, still not moving. It was all my fault if something bad happens to Dylan. If I simply focus on the matter at hand,

Meanwhile, Dylan's sudden incident has brought eruption throughout the entire city of New York including the Spencers. Some of his family tree members were also rushed to the hospital along with some paparazzi.

His dad, however, was the first to arrive at the hospital. I reach out to him while the medical staff we have at the construction site applied the first aid to Dylan.

"How the hell did this happen to my son, Ms. Fisher?" Don Romualdo asked his voice remaining calm. But that doesn't mean he was not in a rage.

Second to Dylan, I know Don Romualdo's true color more than anyone else in the mansion and the people around him. His calmness and being in silence mean the other way around.

If I am not mistaken, he was simply controlling his anger and dismay toward me because we were surrounded by his brothers and sisters. Let alone the paparazzi who are waiting for him to show the mask behind his face.

"I'm so sorry, Don Romualdo." to extend my sincere apology, I bent half of my body toward him. "It's all my fault. I forgot to check the weather conditions before we headed to the construction site."

"Of course, it was your fault, Ms. Fisher. It has always been your fault." Don Romualdo replied straight to my face where hundreds of cameras are pointing at me. "I hired and paid you more than enough to protect my son. And you failed to do your job."

Don Romualdo barely talks but every time he breathes out a word, it is either an appreciation or humiliation. In my case, he blames me for what happened to Dylan.

And all I could do is shut my mouth and drop my eyes to the floor, trying to control my tears from pouring. Undeniably, his words cut and penetrate deeper into my heart.

After that, I am having a hard time breathing while standing in the corner. The heavy feeling was like he stabbed me with a sharp knife a million times.

"Come on, Romualdo. Your son is not a kid to be pampered anymore. He is the CEO of Spencer Group and Companies. Why are you blaming it on his secretary?"

The middle-aged man who defended me from humiliation was none other than, Dex Spencer. He is Don Romualdo's older brother, one of the suspects Dylan claimed to be behind his mother's death.

Dex Spencer, if what Dylan claimed to be true, was more ruthless and manipulative than his other siblings. He will do everything in his power to get what he wants. Even if it includes manipulation and murder.

"Don't mind Romualdo's words, Ms. Fisher." he continued. "he's just terrified that his family might lose everything he built over the years. After all, wealth and power are two of the most important thing to him."

In the middle of their tension, the door of the operating room opens which caught up everyone's attention including the paparazzi. They pointed their cameras at the doctor while the entire hallway was backgrounded with flickers and indistinct chit-chats.

"How's my son, doc?" Don Romualdo raised his voice.

"There's nothing to worry about your son, Don Romualdo." the Doctor replied, "He collapsed because he hit his head on the ground. But the test results didn't see anything wrong with his body. In fact, he's already awake and was looking for someone named Elaine Fisher."

The tears in my eyes poured down my cheeks when I barely expected that, at the same time, I felt at ease when the doctor confirmed and put an end to my trembling arms and legs. Dylan was looking for me instead of Romualdo, his father.

He and his father are not in a good father-and-son relationship since Don Romualdo gave up his wife's murder case. That is why Dylan needed me the most instead of his family members.

Without Don Romualdo's approval, I barge into the operating room and found Dylan sitting on the stretcher conversing with one of the doctors. He moaned shortly when I wrap my arms around his chest.

"She is the woman I am talking about." Dylan said, his voice barely above a whisper, "Her name is Elaine Fisher. She is my best friend who kissed me on the lips before I collapsed."

The four doctors and three nurses around us suddenly cheered and whooped for me. They clapped their hands in unison with envy.

"You mean the only woman you love the most?" asks one of the doctors. "Congratulations, Ms. Elaine! You are so lucky to have such a wonderful man who's willing to sacrifice his life for you."