Dylan“Let me out!” I growled at Dario.He kept blocking my way, stopping me from stepping out of the penthouse. No matter how discreet I was, he still managed to find out what I was doing. I tried to sneak out but he was able to stop me from leaving. I tried to be careful, biding my time until he’s off guard. I was surprised that he knew what I was up to and he was only waiting for me to execute my plan. I asked him how. He showed me a footage that displayed my bedroom. I then realized he caught me hacking into my computer. “Come on, Dario. Aren’t you worried for your boss?” I begged. “What if something happens to her? She’s still not fully healed yet.”He sighs. “She knows what she’s doing. Her family is royalty in the mafia for a reason. I know you’re concerned for her but have a little faith, will you?”I scowl, lips pursed into a thin line. “I will always worry for her. Please…”He shakes his head. “I suggest you return to your room.”“You’re not my babysitter.” I grunt, clench
DylanTwo weeks had gone by since she left. I left the penthouse and all the things that hold memories of her. I went back to using public transportation. I’d rather not use the car. It only reminds me of the time in the parking lot. Everything happened in front of that car.Within those fourteen days, I realized that my life sucked without her. I’m more miserable, lonely and hurt. I couldn’t concentrate on work. I was surprised that Hudson never pointed out my slacking off as he usually did, while he’s still like that to others. I decided to take my time off. I’m sure that Hudson wouldn't allow a long ass leave so here I am submitting my resignation letter to him. Hudson took his eyes off from the letter and raised his head to look at me. I was sitting in front of him, waiting for his reaction. I was amazed at how he was so calm about it. “I guess she didn’t tell you.”I frown. “Excuse me?”“I thought you were being modest when you’re still acting like yourself despite owning alm
We gathered in the dining room. Damian and grandma, on the other hand, are in their room sleeping. Ollie was lying on the floor beside my feet. Mom introduced us after placing some drinks and pastries on the dining table.The man’s name was Leandro Jilani. Apparently, he was our new neighbor. He transferred here a couple of weeks ago. “How long are you going to stay here, sweetie?” Mom asked. She was sitting on the head of the table while Leandro and I were on each of her sides.I shrug in response. “Probably for a long time… indefinitely.”“What do you mean?” She leaned in a little bit more towards me, wearing a curious frown.“I resigned.” I answered nonchalantly while staring at the pastries blankly. I was kind of guilty for doing that since I obviously took away their source of income. I wanted to return the huge money Cara sent to me but I don’t know how to. I finally decided to use it as my back up. Though I no longer have a regular job, I still do have my freelancing. I will f
The next day, I woke up earlier to catch up with Leandro for his morning run. I know it’s about damn time that I do that. I only slept for a few hours but I really wanted to do this so I could have a chance to talk to him.I was the first one to come down so I waited for him in the kitchen while grabbing a bottle of water. A few minutes later, I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I walked out of the kitchen and met him down the stairs.His eyebrows raised in surprise as soon as he saw me. “Morning, Dylan. You’re up early.” His statement was more of a question as he looked at me inquisitively.I shrugged. “Yeah, I figured I’d join you today.”Leandro didn’t hide his joy and showed me a huge grin. “I’m glad. Come on.” He said, nodding towards the front door.We talked every now and then as we ran. He didn’t feel shy about admitting how happy he was that I finally accepted his offer to run with him. He appreciated that I gave him time despite how busy I am with my IT work. He said h
I was changing my clothes when I heard a knock on my door and Leandro emerged from the other side of the door. “Just checking on you. You haven’t gone down for breakfast.” I watched his eyes indiscreetly travel to my chest where Cara engraved her mark, as I put my shirt on. His eyebrows began to knit together as soon as he noticed it. “Yeah, I’ll be down. Just gone to check my emails.” I said, walking towards him. He nods before stepping away from the door. We then walk down together to the dining room.I sensed their discomfort while we were having our breakfast. Damian was his usual happy go lucky self, enjoying his food but Leandro and mom, not so much. “Where’s grandma?” I asked.“She already ate her breakfast in her room. She wanted to stay in and read novels. You know how she is.” Mom smiled as she spoke fondly of grandma. I noticed in the corner of my eyes that they’re looking at each other as if they’re speaking silently through their eyes. I seriously did not want to thin
“I assume you already know everything considering how you didn’t let your mom finish explaining everything.”“I already know Cara enough to expect that she’ll pull a stunt like that.” I responded quietly. I was no longer overwhelmed with emotions right now so I managed to talk to him level headedly. If he’s going to confess again another truth that they hid, I’m probably going to lose my shit.I haven’t told anyone about my hopeless case or how I feel about Cara. No one I know knew her. I have been bottling this up ever since. Sometimes I get angry and at times I feel nothing, just numb. Most of the time, I feel hurt. My chest tightened in pain.He sighs before speaking. “You know… before you came back, Cara sent her men here.” My head turned to look at him, suddenly interested in what he’s about to say. I feel like I’ll be facing another disappointment and pain. “I was ordered to be extra vigilant. I talked with the men and they filled me in on what happened. Our boss was shot and w
Weeks have gone by, my thoughts of her never wavered. I thought maybe a part of me has moved on by now. Whether it’d be big or small. And yet it felt like nothing had changed, I still feel the same way about her… deeply and irrevocably. Why can’t I love her any less?On the bright side, my relationship with Leandro was growing better. After I walked out of our talk that day in the park, he still came after me. He was relentless. He didn’t stop until he conveyed what he wanted to say. Even though I refuse to believe it, he still hinted that there was a reason why Cara did what she did and it was for my benefit and so as for my family. This is probably one of the reasons why it’s so hard for me to move on, aside from the fact that she’s my first everything. I’ve never desired anyone as much as I desired her. Even my feelings for Amilia couldn’t compare to her. I wasn’t this obsessed and sulky when I had feelings for her for a longer time. Mom was so happy that we were able to bond ag
I got up early in the morning for our usual run. A few weeks ago, Leandro offered to continue my training. He told me it would be good to vent out my emotions through sparring in which I agree. It also keeps me physically fit and maintains my shape.Ever since they started to convince me to go out and stop jailing myself inside my room, I’ve been out most of the time, hanging out with them, especially with Leandro. The guy was fun to be with. On the other hand, Damian had started calling him dad. He teased me that I should start to call him dad, too, which I tried. Both of us froze at the fact that it sounded uncomfortable and hilarious. Our relationship was leaning towards friendship rather than a father and son. We laughed about it and agreed that it’s better to call him by his name. Leandro calling me son doesn’t share the same feeling though so sometimes he calls me that. I’m also ashamed to admit that I’m slacking off at work. I only work a few hours a day and sometimes not. Iro