Chapter 2

"Did you enjoy the breakfast, Kad?" Mom asked the man.

Kadmiel softly smiled at my mother. I snorted mentally. Plastic. Maybe he's just pretending everything about this setup is okay for him for only God knows what he really needs from my parents.

"I'm glad you did!" Mom clapped in enthusiasm. "Harisson and I will have a meeting with an important investor in a few. I'm afraid to leave you here with my daughter. Don't worry, she doesn't bite. You could use this time as a start to know more about each other."

I scoffed. I don't bite? Yes, that's right. But I kick an asshole's balls.

"No problem, Tita Kamila." Kadmiel answered but his eyes were on me. I raised a brow as a reaction and I saw a little stretch on the side of his lips before he looked away.

He calls my parents Tita and Tito. It's Filipino terms you can call adults or people older than you if you're casual with them and also as a sign of respect. Tita for females and Tito for males. Kadmiel is that close to my parents, huh?

My parents stood up. I was about to go with them but they stopped me.

"Stay here and entertain Kadmiel. We're leaving," Dad firmly told me before glancing at Kadmiel for the last time.

When finally my parents were gone, I immediately looked at Kadmiel. He was just standing behind his seat, arms crossed on his chest.

"Liar. Stalker. Freak." With so much controlled anger, I spat the words to him.

His left brow shot up. He put his hands inside his pockets casually, what I said didn't even affect him!

"Just tell me if you want me to go home now," he said in a low deep voice.

"You told me last night you don't even know me! And now you're here in front of my eyes, showing up as my fiancé? You stalked me inside the club, didn't you?! You planned it all! How does it feel to take my virginity away? Does it boost your ego, huh?"

Kadmiel's jaw clenched. I bit my tongue when I saw how his eyes flamed. It's like I saw a disaster pass right through his eyes.

"It's true that I don't know you."

"You know I'm your fiancée!"

"I know my fiancée by name, I'm not familiar with the face."

I smirked. "Such a good liar. How come, huh? I'm all over the internet! And there's no way you won't search me up upon knowing the marriage thingy. Don't fool me!"

He sighed.

"I'm not interested in searching you up. I agreed on what your parents told me without the interest to know you."

"Really? What if your fiancée is a psycho?"

He shrugged. "Are you a psycho?"

"Of course not!"

"Then there's no need for me to worry."

"I can't believe you!" I exaggeratedly gasped. 

He didn't say anything. He pulled his chair and sat on it. His arms rested on the table without tearing his eye contact with me. I creased my forehead and glared at him.

"Stop looking at me!" I hissed.

"Sit down and we'll talk," he commanded. "Peacefully."

"What are you? My boss?"

He shut his eyes tightly. "Just sit down, Katriel. We'll talk about how to work things out. I'm not here as your enemy."

"I won't react this way if you didn't lie to me!"

"I did not lie. What I told you is the truth."

I scoffed. "Truth my ass."

"I'm sorry," he sighed. "Now, sit down."

"There! You finally admitted that you lied."

"I did not admit anything. I just said sorry," he answered.

"I fucking hate you," I said under my breath.

I sat on the chair aggressively, making a loud noise as a sign of my madness. I'm still glaring at Kadmiel who's acting oblivious. If he wants to donate some patience, I would gladly accept some. While he's there on the other side of the table remaining calm, I am here, almost exploding like a bomb with the shortest patience I have for him.

"Let's talk about our set-up," Kadmiel said after a long pause of silence.

"Let's talk about my plan and conditions," I answered.

He shot a brow. "Go on."

"First of all, I just saw an article a while ago with my pictures leaving the hotel w-where we d-did it." I paused and gulped. I don't want to talk about it but I need to tell him what I saw. "People are saying I have been doing it with different men I different hotels even though they have no other proofs."

"Then let's go back to that hotel and make sure we will be seen together going in and out of it," he said while puckering his lower lip.

I widened my eyes. "What will we do in the hotel?!"

"What do you want us to do?" he asked, chuckling.

"Fuck you," I hissed.

"That's what you want? Fuck me?"

"No! I was cursing you!" I groaned in annoyance. "I really hate you."

He chuckled. "We don't have to do anything. I can book a suite with two bedrooms. I can work there while you can do anything you'd like. It's not like we'll stay there in 24 hours."

"Right." He got a point, fine. "Okay, so when will we do that?"

"You decide."

"This Saturday. I want people to stop thinking I'm fucking every man."

"I want that too. I know the truth and hearing that speculation is weird."

I glared at Kadmiel. Why does it sound like bragging? Like he knows the truth that I've only ficked him. Gosh, he is getting more annoying! I want to end this conversation with him so bad.

"In terms of making people believe we are in a relationship, posting pictures on social media helps. But let's not rush it. Let's just go out fiesta and let people discover our so-called relationship," I told him, dismissing the previous topic. "Do you have a social media account?"

He nodded. "I*******m."

"How about F******k?"

"I only have i*******m," he replied with finality.

"Old," I snorted.

"I don't find F******k useful."

"And I*******m is useful?"

"My sister made the account for me. A lot of people are following me but I rarely upload."

"You won't mind posting my pictures in the next few weeks, right?" I leaned on the table and smirked at him.

"Not at all. You're pretty."

I almost choked up with my own saliva. His fucking mouth has no filter at all!

"I know that," I replied, trying to regain my composure. "So, the schedule of our dates will depend on you. I'm free anytime."

His brows met. "Isn't it the other way around? My time is flexible. I can cancel any schedule. While you… you are a student. As far as I know, you're only free during weekends."

"I always go out after class, though." I rolled my eyes.

His eyes darkened but didn't say anything more.

"We can date anywhere. But I prefer clubs," I giggled. "And by the way, about skinship. You can hold my waist, we can hold each other's hand while walking, but please no kissing."

He shifted his position from his seat and leaned on the table. He glared at me for a while before his eyes went back to being cold.

"You kissed every man in every club you go to and didn't mind the photos taken by random people. And yet I'm not allowed to kiss you? Kissing will make it more convincing."

"Really?" I narrowed my eyes on him. "Or you just wanna score on me?"

"I mean kissing you on your cheeks or just giving you a peck on the lips, Katriel. We don't have to french kiss or make out." This time, he was the one narrowing his eyes on me.

I rolled my eyes. "Fine. But I'm a good kisser, you know."

"So you really want to french kiss in public places?"

"No! I even said no kissing but you insisted. Don't be full of yourself, Candelon."

"Sure." He smirked.

"Annoying," I hissed. "Anyway, that's all. Public dating and subtle flexing in social media is the main plan to make people believe we are something. But please, Kadmiel. No other woman. People might brand me as the "other woman" even if I'm not!"

"I'm supposed to be the one to say that," he said. "No other man, Katriel."

"Of course!"

That ended our conversation that morning. I went back to my room and locked myself inside. I can't believe I'm doing this for the sake of my parents' corny plan. And I can't believe a successful bachelor like Kadmiel is doing this too. What did my parents do to him?

I sighed and changed into more comfortable clothes. Kadmiel doesn't even seem affected. He just looked at me from head to toe once and that's it. He wasn't even Intimidated by how much skin is showing from me.

I scoffed.

That's probably because he has already seen a lot of women. I really don't get why his name is so clear about having women. He's such a good sneaky boy!

After changing into an oversized shirt and dolphin shorts, I jumped on my bed, bringing my phone with me. I opened my i*******m and noticed someone famous followed me.

kadcandelon | 2.9M followers | 24 following

I gasped. It's Kadmiel. With 2.9 fucking followers! My followers didn't even reach half of it, what the freak?

I closed my eyes and calmly clicked the follow back button. His displayed photo is a silhouette photo of him on the beach. He only uploaded a total of 9 photos and they're all about nature.

I noticed the mixed hues of pink and orange around his displayed photo. I clicked it and almost gasped again.

It was me. Well, my face isn't seen so no one would suspect that it's me. No one can actually tell who the girl is. It was just my back, only half is seen while the whole photo was consumed by the garden in my background. When did he take this photo?

Good thing I didn't take a photo of that outfit in our garden. I don't want people to eventually find out about "us." I want to see how people get curious over a hot bachelor's love life. I want to witness their thirst and hunger.

I smirked and replied to Kadmiel's story.

aldredakat: Aw, my fiancé is fast & sweet.

My brows met when I immediately received a reply. He's active here, huh?

kadcandelon: I am fast and sweet. Proven & tested, right?

My cheeks heated upon realizing what could be meant by that. I threw my phone and screamed frustratedly. I hate his mind and guts!

Damn you, Kadmiel.