Everytime I ask myself, I also don't know the answer. I don’t know what I feel. I don't know if I still feel mad or I just don't want to feel anything at all. Feelings are too complicated to deal with. I don't want to add more things to the list of stuff I need to think about. I was staring at nowhere, diving deep into my thoughts, but I still ended up answering, “I don’t know.” “It's hard to assess feelings, right?” Daisy suddenly murmured. I looked at her and quickly wondered what’s going on with her and Dom. I was drowning with the things that are going on in my life lately that I forgot to ask her. “How's you and Dom?” I queried. One of the reason why they got married was because Daisy got pregnant and both of them realized they want to give the child a complete family. But I can see and feel it, that they feel something for each other. I saw them before everything got messy. And I saw how genuine Dominic is. It’s just sad that going through this rough patch led them t
It took a few more minutes before Zandrey at Dominic completed the grilling. When they finished, they also prepared the rest of the food. They also got the utensils and other stuff we’ll be needing for the dinner. Daisy and I were just sitting pretty there. It kind of feels nice. The food was served, and there was even a bottle of wine. I don’t know who wants to drink the wine, but I’m sure as hell I won’t drink some. I'm scared to get drunk again and do something stupid. Alcohol really contributes a lot to my stupidity. Daisy and I were sitting side by side on one side of the table while the two guys are in front of us- Zandrey in front of me and Daisy in front of Dominic. We looked at each awkwardly. We didn't know who would move first to get food. We look like crazy fools just sitting straightly. Something’s going on between Daisy and Dominic, as well as Zandrey and me. This awkwardness is kind of expected. And I didn't really know why all of us pushed through wit
Zandrey looked so stunned when he saw me entering the backseat. When he got in front, he didn't start the car right away, and peeked from there to look at me. “Are you serious?” He queried, furrowing. I couldn't look at him straight in the eye so I just looked ahead. “Yes,” I said in a firm voice. I saw him shake his head through my peripheral vision. And then I heard him chuckling. “Okay, Ai,” he mumbled, amusement was laced in his voice. “Whatever makes you happy.” He then started the car and I heard him buckling the seatbelt and before even starting to drive, he turned his head to look at me. There was a grin fighting to show. “Where to, Ma'am?” He asked teasingly. I looked at him and threw him a glare. "Stop that." Zandrey started laughing heartily. He looks really entertained with what's going on. I have really become his source of entertainment. “Are you really sure you're sitting there?” He asked again. “I will sit here.” “Why?” He queried. There was a smile
I am a logical person. I used to think more than once before arriving at a decision. I used to have a system. But that was before. When I met him, I felt like everything I’ve done was out of impulsiveness. I used to not think things through when it comes to him. When something involves him, I become this stupid person who's decision making skills is crazy. Smart people are dumb in love. Maybe that's true. I’m probably a walking example. But there’s no love involved. Just him. Just Zandrey. But I still make myself a fool. “Is there anything you want to say, Ai?” He inquired. His face looks like he’s expecting me to say something very life changing. And I feel like he has an idea what it is. He’s smart. He can probably figure it out. But how can I ever tell him that that's all I need from him? “Come on,” he urged. He really knows. I can feel it. He can read me well. He then chuckled. “Or do you want me to be the one to make the proposal?” Damn. I knew i
Zandrey followed me to the office. I was just trying to remain silent. On the other hand, he was saying a lot of things while we were on the way to the office. He seems to have unlimited topics in his head. Andrei really got that from him. “I actually have something to ask also,” he said when we were riding the elevator. We're the only ones inside. “‘What?” I queried. Whenever people say that line, I don’t know why but I always feel nervous. I know I'm not doing anything bad and questions shouldn’t make me nervous, but heck, it makes me feel uneasy until I hear the question itself. “‘Would you like to meet Mom?” He questioned. He means my biological mom and his stepmom. “Why?” “She’s been asking me to ask you,” he replied. "Is it okay with you?" Is it okay with me? Sure, we were civil the last time we saw each other, but it has been weeks and I’m not sure if that would still be the same. Until now, I still don't know what to feel about things. A part of me also
“Zandrey…” I called. It's already late in the night but I kept on waking up tonight. I feel so uneasy. I checked on Andrei earlier. The kid said his head hurts and he also wasn't able to go to school earlier. I called Zandrey earlier what medicine to give Andrei. When he had his break, he quickly went here to check on Andrei. He left medicines and more instructions. But that was earlier around noon. It's already in the middle of the night right now, but I'm still worried. I still keep on checking his temperature from time to time. He wasn't that hot earlier. But the most recent check I did, it was too high. So the first thing I did was call Zandrey. “Hey… How’s Andrei?” He asked in his softest voice. I could hear him walking. I don't know what he's doing right now. He’s still in the hospital. “His temperature went up again. Should I just bring him there?” I asked. I'm really worried right now and in times like this and when it comes to my son, I sometimes lose my mind. “M
R18. “Andrei might wake up…” I said in a whisper. I was having a hard time talking comprehensively. Every word I want to say is threatening to come out as a moan. No one's here to hear or see us but I'm still not sure about doing it here. “We’ll keep it down, Ai…” he murmured against my skin. But I doubt we’ll be able to keep it down. Stopping a moan to come out is already a huge challenge. “What if... Andrei will wake up…” Zandrey stopped kissing my neck and looked at me in the eyes. “And he'll look for us? What if his head will hurt again and his fever might come back.” He just smiled at me, like he was so amused by me. “Andrei’s going to be just fine,” he said. He sounds so sure. Well, he’s a doctor. And hearing him say that kind of made me feel quite at ease. “You keep on stressing yourself about it. Let me help you forget for a while,” he added in a whisper. And the next I knew, his lips crushed on mine. It was an aggressive kiss, begging to be answered. A
We were both spent when we went back to the room. We tried our very best to keep quiet so we won't wake Andrei up. “I need to take a bath,” I whispered. This is the only way we can talk. We can't talk loudly at this time. “Are you asking for my permission?” He said in a teasing tone. There was a grin pasted on his lips. God. He’s a temptation I need not to see frequently! “I’m just informing you.” “I also need to take a bath. Do you want to shower together?” I looked at him with knitted brows. I don't know with this guy. Every chance he gets to entice me into doing the deed with him, he would definitely grab it. Now I'm not sure who between us want this set up more. “And what? Also do it in the bathroom?” I muttered. I then turned my back to go to my closet. I need to get clothes so I'll just change my clothes inside the bathroom. Zandrey might do something crazy when he sees me changing in front of him. Zandrey chuckled. “Why? I don’t think we’ve tried doing it