Scott’s been complaining about how painful his wound is. I didn’t listen to him and continue dabbing the cotton ball that is soaked with alcohol, to the point that it’s dripping down my wrist.“You should have squeezed the excess liquid,” mumbled Scott as I held his chin firmly so he won’t move around while I am tending his cut.“Guide him to the conference room and prepare some refreshments. Bring it to my office afterwards.”I look up to Nicholas’ direction when I heard him speak. He was on a phone call. I saw him gaze at our direction. “I’ll be there in five.”“Are you going to meet Mr. Giordano now?” I heard Scott inquire. Nicholas nod a reply as he picked up his coat and swiftly inserted his left arm on the sleeve, next the other. He buttoned down the second button before fixing his tie.I watched him attentively as he fixed his already neatly brushed hair. He looks more refined and mature in his appearance now.“Ems, he’ll melt you know,” I quickly turned to face Scott when he w
I was about to shove the mouthful of ice cream when a knock coming from the outside interrupted me. Before I could even say a word, the door was pushed open and outside is the owner of the office.‘Why is he knocking in his own office?’ Baffled, I watched Nicholas staring at me as he moves inside. “Did I make you wait? Where is Scott?”I shake my head. My arm that’s holding my spoon is suspended on air. “I didn’t get bored. I am actually enjoying the ice cream your secretary had prepared for me. And Scott left thirty minutes ago. He said he had somethings to attend to.” His eyes then landed at the tub of cold dessert resting on top of the table.Nicholas strides closer to me. Before I could even react or move, his lips were already sitting perfectly on my forehead. “I’m back!” He uttered the moment he inched a way from me.I didn’t know what to response or do. My eyes seem captivated by him that I couldn’t do anything but stare at the man in front of me.‘My man is completely drawn to
Nicholas“Let’s end this, Nico!”I raise my head and stare at Emiliana. My heart instantly sank the moment I saw how serious she is with the words she has spoken. I am not dense to not know what she meant about ending this. But I don’t want to acknowledge her words.I let go of my cutlery and shifted my full attention to her. I won’t let this night end with me and her parting ways. Like we were back to being strangers. I don’t like and want that idea.And 5 years of not seeing her is already enough for me. If I would experience that again—after seeing her all well and doing fine—I don’t think my heart and mind could take it.“Are you already full? If you are, we can go out. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”Emiliana shakes her head. Her eyes were apologetically gazing at me.‘Please don’t.’ I wanted to tell her those words. She should not be feeling sorry for me. I completely understand where she’s coming from.“I want to end this. I want you to end whatever this is that you’re
Nicholas “Are you still going to chase after her even after knowing that you don’t stand a chance? Emiliana is still stuck on that day. She may have been doing well but she obviously had built a wall for herself.” I heard my cousin, Scott, said. "I am even surprised that you were able to take her on a date. And have your way on her. I've heard that Ems don't usually entertain men and if she does, they couldn't even take her to a date." he added, quite amuse. I had my head lowered as I played with the bottle of beer, swirling it around. I know well what Scott said. She’s just putting up with me. With my advance and when she had enough and overwhelmed by it, she wanted out. “I am thankful for her that she gave me a chance to be able to freely touch her hand, take her on a small date. And if you asks me if I will chase her, then my reply to you is yes I will. I will still chase her. I will wait for her to completely heal. I will be the man who will be able to free her from the wall she
Emiliana “What did you and Nicholas talk about? I heard from your secretary that you were yelling inside your office,” I started, breaking the noises coming from our utensils. Valentino and I are having our dinner right now. A silent dinner, if I may say. He had not said a word since we saw each other after lunch break. And when I asked where Nico is, he simply answered me with a shrug. I lowered down my utensils. Leaned my back on the chair’s back rest and crossed both arms as I watch my cousin with curious gaze. “Van? What’s wrong with you? You usually don’t keep your mouth shut when we are having dinner?” I uttered again, trying to fish out some information from him. But my dear cousin only stared at me. His eyes were expressing mixed emotions that I cannot pinpoint. His stare was only brief as he lowered his head down. Playing with the roasted shrimp on his barely touched food. Using his fork, I followed how he stabs the poor viand. Now that’s rare to see. This mannerism of hi
EmilianaOr maybe I have feelings for him?I quickly shake my head at the thought that randomly evades my mind. Impossible. It's not that long since we met each other again. How could I possibly develop such feelings in a short period of time?In order not to think of any useless and crazy thoughts again, I went back to focusing my attention on the cartoon I am watching. My ice cream had slowly melted. I stayed for another ten minutes before I decided to end the night.The following morning, I woke up at exactly 7 sharp. Like my daily routine, I started my day tidying my bed and did a little stretching to awaken my muscles and joints.I'm still 23 yet I feel like an old lady. With a back pain that sometimes annoys the hell out of me.I snatched my phone from the bedside table and dialed Maximillian’s number. It did not take a minute before the call was answered.“Good Morning, Miss Vergara.” She started the moment our call connected. Her voice sounds a bit hoarse. A proof that she is s
EmilianaI felt my world got slower than it currently is when I turned to face the person who called me by the nickname that I haven't heard since I left the Philippines."You!" was the word that left my mouth as I gape while looking at a fine young man, dressed neatly in a well-ironed three piece black suit.He has aged quite a bit since the last time I saw him. He is more mature looking with a defined facial feature. His body had the traces of someone who visits the gym daily."Liana!" He called again and before I could even show another reaction, he was already striding towards me, fast paced.In a swift, I was locked in his arms, tightly. "Liana. Oh God! I thought… I thought I would never see you again." He mumbled with a muffled tone as he buried his face on my neck."S-sebastian!" I choked, finally able to say his name out loud. I didn’t know what to do. If I am going to hug him back or if I will cry. This unexpected reunion is taking my strength away from me, making my senses go
EmilianaFollowing Sebastian exit from the conference room, I am now seated on the chair he had occupied earlier. Facing Nicholas who watches my every move with a knitted brow and thinned-line lips.The room was well lit enough that I could not miss a single detail on his mouth gape, his tongue moving as he licked and wetted his lower lip. Feeling the shame of checking him out, I briefly lowered my gaze on my hands then moved them back to his face.“I won’t go around the bush since you have an idea why I wanted to meet with you. I heard from Valentino that you wanted to appoint me as your architect for the house that you’re planning to build in the Philippines.” I started. I stare at him as he nods his head, agreeing to what I’m saying.“That’s correct! And I presume that you have already made your decision.” Swirling the pen on his hand, he spoke with anticipation and confidence.I shake my head. “I have not yet made my decision. I wanted to ask you first on why you wanted it to be m
EmilianaI looked at Sebastian, puzzled and unamused at his words. "W-what are you talking about?" I stammered. My eyes were looking at his face attentively, searching for something, like a sudden smile would find its place in his lips.But no… what I anticipated did not come. He was staring at me, eyes full of seriousness and lips pursed thinly.I scoffed and showed a half smile. Not taking what he said seriously. "Tell me you're joking, Sebastian." I muttered again without stammering. And I want to pat myself on the back for showing how calm I am even though inside my head feels so chaotic with questions I am not sure if I am able to say to him.The man in front of me shook his head. "I wish I am… but I'm not, Emiliana. All these years I have been with you, I know you are my sister. The father I have been with during my stay in the Vergara mansion is not my real father. He was my mother's younger brother. I—"I raise my hand to shush him. I needed time to let his information sink i
EmilianaFollowing Sebastian exit from the conference room, I am now seated on the chair he had occupied earlier. Facing Nicholas who watches my every move with a knitted brow and thinned-line lips.The room was well lit enough that I could not miss a single detail on his mouth gape, his tongue moving as he licked and wetted his lower lip. Feeling the shame of checking him out, I briefly lowered my gaze on my hands then moved them back to his face.“I won’t go around the bush since you have an idea why I wanted to meet with you. I heard from Valentino that you wanted to appoint me as your architect for the house that you’re planning to build in the Philippines.” I started. I stare at him as he nods his head, agreeing to what I’m saying.“That’s correct! And I presume that you have already made your decision.” Swirling the pen on his hand, he spoke with anticipation and confidence.I shake my head. “I have not yet made my decision. I wanted to ask you first on why you wanted it to be m
EmilianaI felt my world got slower than it currently is when I turned to face the person who called me by the nickname that I haven't heard since I left the Philippines."You!" was the word that left my mouth as I gape while looking at a fine young man, dressed neatly in a well-ironed three piece black suit.He has aged quite a bit since the last time I saw him. He is more mature looking with a defined facial feature. His body had the traces of someone who visits the gym daily."Liana!" He called again and before I could even show another reaction, he was already striding towards me, fast paced.In a swift, I was locked in his arms, tightly. "Liana. Oh God! I thought… I thought I would never see you again." He mumbled with a muffled tone as he buried his face on my neck."S-sebastian!" I choked, finally able to say his name out loud. I didn’t know what to do. If I am going to hug him back or if I will cry. This unexpected reunion is taking my strength away from me, making my senses go
EmilianaOr maybe I have feelings for him?I quickly shake my head at the thought that randomly evades my mind. Impossible. It's not that long since we met each other again. How could I possibly develop such feelings in a short period of time?In order not to think of any useless and crazy thoughts again, I went back to focusing my attention on the cartoon I am watching. My ice cream had slowly melted. I stayed for another ten minutes before I decided to end the night.The following morning, I woke up at exactly 7 sharp. Like my daily routine, I started my day tidying my bed and did a little stretching to awaken my muscles and joints.I'm still 23 yet I feel like an old lady. With a back pain that sometimes annoys the hell out of me.I snatched my phone from the bedside table and dialed Maximillian’s number. It did not take a minute before the call was answered.“Good Morning, Miss Vergara.” She started the moment our call connected. Her voice sounds a bit hoarse. A proof that she is s
Emiliana “What did you and Nicholas talk about? I heard from your secretary that you were yelling inside your office,” I started, breaking the noises coming from our utensils. Valentino and I are having our dinner right now. A silent dinner, if I may say. He had not said a word since we saw each other after lunch break. And when I asked where Nico is, he simply answered me with a shrug. I lowered down my utensils. Leaned my back on the chair’s back rest and crossed both arms as I watch my cousin with curious gaze. “Van? What’s wrong with you? You usually don’t keep your mouth shut when we are having dinner?” I uttered again, trying to fish out some information from him. But my dear cousin only stared at me. His eyes were expressing mixed emotions that I cannot pinpoint. His stare was only brief as he lowered his head down. Playing with the roasted shrimp on his barely touched food. Using his fork, I followed how he stabs the poor viand. Now that’s rare to see. This mannerism of hi
Nicholas “Are you still going to chase after her even after knowing that you don’t stand a chance? Emiliana is still stuck on that day. She may have been doing well but she obviously had built a wall for herself.” I heard my cousin, Scott, said. "I am even surprised that you were able to take her on a date. And have your way on her. I've heard that Ems don't usually entertain men and if she does, they couldn't even take her to a date." he added, quite amuse. I had my head lowered as I played with the bottle of beer, swirling it around. I know well what Scott said. She’s just putting up with me. With my advance and when she had enough and overwhelmed by it, she wanted out. “I am thankful for her that she gave me a chance to be able to freely touch her hand, take her on a small date. And if you asks me if I will chase her, then my reply to you is yes I will. I will still chase her. I will wait for her to completely heal. I will be the man who will be able to free her from the wall she
Nicholas“Let’s end this, Nico!”I raise my head and stare at Emiliana. My heart instantly sank the moment I saw how serious she is with the words she has spoken. I am not dense to not know what she meant about ending this. But I don’t want to acknowledge her words.I let go of my cutlery and shifted my full attention to her. I won’t let this night end with me and her parting ways. Like we were back to being strangers. I don’t like and want that idea.And 5 years of not seeing her is already enough for me. If I would experience that again—after seeing her all well and doing fine—I don’t think my heart and mind could take it.“Are you already full? If you are, we can go out. I’ll take you wherever you want to go.”Emiliana shakes her head. Her eyes were apologetically gazing at me.‘Please don’t.’ I wanted to tell her those words. She should not be feeling sorry for me. I completely understand where she’s coming from.“I want to end this. I want you to end whatever this is that you’re
I was about to shove the mouthful of ice cream when a knock coming from the outside interrupted me. Before I could even say a word, the door was pushed open and outside is the owner of the office.‘Why is he knocking in his own office?’ Baffled, I watched Nicholas staring at me as he moves inside. “Did I make you wait? Where is Scott?”I shake my head. My arm that’s holding my spoon is suspended on air. “I didn’t get bored. I am actually enjoying the ice cream your secretary had prepared for me. And Scott left thirty minutes ago. He said he had somethings to attend to.” His eyes then landed at the tub of cold dessert resting on top of the table.Nicholas strides closer to me. Before I could even react or move, his lips were already sitting perfectly on my forehead. “I’m back!” He uttered the moment he inched a way from me.I didn’t know what to response or do. My eyes seem captivated by him that I couldn’t do anything but stare at the man in front of me.‘My man is completely drawn to
Scott’s been complaining about how painful his wound is. I didn’t listen to him and continue dabbing the cotton ball that is soaked with alcohol, to the point that it’s dripping down my wrist.“You should have squeezed the excess liquid,” mumbled Scott as I held his chin firmly so he won’t move around while I am tending his cut.“Guide him to the conference room and prepare some refreshments. Bring it to my office afterwards.”I look up to Nicholas’ direction when I heard him speak. He was on a phone call. I saw him gaze at our direction. “I’ll be there in five.”“Are you going to meet Mr. Giordano now?” I heard Scott inquire. Nicholas nod a reply as he picked up his coat and swiftly inserted his left arm on the sleeve, next the other. He buttoned down the second button before fixing his tie.I watched him attentively as he fixed his already neatly brushed hair. He looks more refined and mature in his appearance now.“Ems, he’ll melt you know,” I quickly turned to face Scott when he w