Yey! Now we will get to know Jessy! :D
I woke up, the sun shining on me. Soon, I looked at my phone and noticed that it was around six in the morning. I let out a sigh as I put down my phone and rolled to my side, looking at Joaquin who was still sleeping soundly.I slowly sat up, stretching my arms and yawning as the sleepiness didn’t yet leave my eyes. But ever since being a working adult, I have grown used to waking up early in the morning to do preparations and it has forever become my body clock.Unless I get drunk, or have sickness, of course…I stood up from the bed and stretched my legs and arms further. I didn’t know why, but my body kind of ached. Maybe it was because of the turn of events that transpired yesterday?I got the hair tie from my wrist and then tied my hair into a messy bun. I decided to make breakfast for me and Joaquin since Ethan had already restocked the pantry and refrigerator yesterday before the incident happened.He said it had been a long time since Joaquin was here, so a restocking was in o
“Do you think I don’t care about romance?”I didn’t know what to say. I felt my heart racing in my chest as he stared straight into my eyes, as if waiting for me to answer his question.How in the hell would I even answer his question!?I started thinking about it and when I did, heck, our past intimate interactions popped in my mind! That moment in the couch… that moment in the dressing room back in the mall… those times.If you’re going to ask me as I took those into consideration, is that even considered romance? Or just playful and flirty banter?This is all too common in our modern society right now, right? Then I won’t consider it as romance.“No,” I answered in a whisper without me even realizing it. Joaquin arched a brow at me, incredulous. It’s as if it was not the kind of question he was expecting at all!“Oh?”His grip on my wrist then tightened a bit, a mischievous smirk appearing on his face. I struggled to free my hand, but my eyebrows knitted together when my strength w
Ethan already excused himself and went home. Ever since he left, I couldn’t help but think how in the hell did he “fall in love” with Jessy when they just shared one drunk make out session that she initiated!?‘Damn, Jessy—’ I thought, ‘—if you’re a love potion, you’re definitely a potent one!’I started making way to Joaquin’s room. We all agreed to keep it open so anyone can check up on him and help him whenever he needed. It’s just us anyway, and we can give him the privacy he needs when he requests for it.I peered through the open door and saw him awake, browsing his phone. Quite surprised to see him awake, I knocked on the wood, getting his attention.“Not able to sleep?” I asked, already making way to his bed. I sat beside him, the man settling his phone down on the bedside table.“Obviously,” he replied, having the difficulty to adjust his pillow behind him.“Let me,” I said, already fixing it for him. He then watched as I did and once I was done, he relaxed his back and initia
We arrived home hours later at Joaquin’s bachelor’s pad. He insisted he recuperated at home as he didn’t like being in the hospital for too long. Ethan and I suggested he stayed, but the longer he did, the moodier he became.He was already settled inside his room, the private doctor and private nurses making sure that everything was okay before they left. Ethan and the medical staff fixed a schedule for their visits, and they were given a contract to keep Joaquin’s location and condition a secret.As I listened to them finalizing everything, I drank my coffee. I contemplated how everything was done conveniently for the great Joaquin Greyson. I shake my head in astonishment as I watched Ethan handling everything.‘Man… how everything’s at your beck and call. What a prince!’I took another sip of my coffee. Ethan finished his conversation with the medical team and looked at me as I gave him a cup of coffee as well.“You okay?” I asked, and Joaquin’s secretary let out a tired sigh.“Well,
The hospital room was quiet, save for the faint beeping of the monitors. Joaquin lay in the bed, his face pale but peaceful, a bandage wrapped around his side.The doctors had assured us that the wound wasn’t deep, but he had lost a significant amount of blood, necessitating an overnight stay for observation. I sat by his bedside, holding his hand, my mind racing with everything that had happened.Ethan had worked quickly to block the news from reaching the media, preventing any commotion that might alert Joaquin’s father. He stood by the window, speaking in low tones with hospital staff and making sure everything was handled discreetly.I squeezed Joaquin’s hand gently, the events replaying in my mind. He had rushed to protect me without a second thought, and the thought of him being hurt because of me was almost too much to bear.I worried about the state Joaquin’s beloved bachelor pad, unsure if I had turned off the stove in the chaos. But Ethan had reassured me that the officers ha
I woke up with a start, the room bathed in the warm hues of the setting sun. The clock on my bedside table read 7 PM. Rubbing my eyes, I stretched and stood up, feeling the lingering effects of the nap. I decided to check on Joaquin.As I approached his room, I noticed the door was slightly ajar. Peeking in, I saw him still asleep, his face peaceful and relaxed.Not wanting to disturb him, I decided to do something nice for him. I’d cook dinner. Quietly closing his door, I headed to the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I saw that most of the meat needed to defrost.Letting out a sigh, I rummaged through the cabinets and found some canned meats: spam and corned beef. I settled on the corned beef and decided to mix it with onions. I also decided to cook some rice since it would make a hearty meal.We hadn't eaten since lunchtime and both of us would be hungry when we woke up.As I prepared the ingredients, I decided to listen to some music. The beat of the song filled the kitchen, creating a