BEATRICE:My face flushed at Christina's question. What the heck was she asking like that? And above all, why did it have to be Drake’s dick? Oh, great. The two words were a rhyme now. “You're blushing, Beatrice.” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Don't tell me…this is huge? Did you touch it a couple of times? Like it? I bet you like the texture,” she continued as if her mouth had no filter anymore. If I could see myself now, I would surely look like a red tomato. Fanning myself I declared, "Are you a pervert? Stop saying that kind of nonsense.""It's not nonsense, okay? Does my question make you remember something, huh?” she teased. “I bet he is huge given how you continued to cling like that to your ex-husband. Were you always satisfied in bed?”Would the ground swallow me right now? My heart could no longer take her questions. “S-stop it! This is no longer funny.”She burst out laughing. “You should have seen your face, Beatrice. I know you still miss the sex. It's normal. Don't you t
BEATRICE:Pain crossed Christina’s face and for a moment, I was tempted to take back my words. I didn't mean to hurt her feelings or anything like that. I understand she wanted me to have a companion who would serve as my kid’s father figure. Who would be with me through thick and thin, and who would never leave me at all? “Hey. Watch your mouth. You might be my best friend, but that does not mean you have the right to judge me. Besides, not all the men I met meant that something already happened between us. It was not always like that if I was fat.” The pain was evident in her voice.“You are no longer fat and even if you are, I still love you. Nothing will change that.”My words did not console her at all. Christina’s lips pressed in a thin line. “Nothing happened between me and Josh. I am not cheating on your brother and it won’t even happen. Ever. I’m scared of him. I don’t want him to leave me, okay? So you better stop saying nonsense because I did not like any of that. I loved
BEATRICE:Something flashed in my ex-husband's eyes before it disappeared completely. What was that? I did not know. My eyes darted to what he was holding— a bouquet and chocolates too. My favorite brand of chocolate. Did he still remember what I wanted? Seeing what I was looking for, he extended his hand and gave it to me. "For you, Beatrice. I did not know Christina was here. If I did, I should have brought two bouquets. I hope you like it."Just as I was about to accept it, Christina said, "She won't be receiving anything from you. Besides, she's allergic to flowers."Since when did I have an allergy again? I wanted to eat the chocolates. At least I would get the chocolates. "She accepted my flowers before," Drake commented. "She doesn't have any allergy at all, Christina. Stop making up things for Beatrice." "Yesterday and today are entirely two different things. She had developed a few allergies. But if you really wanted to express your feelings and don't believe me at all,
DRAKE:She was walking away. No. Driving away without me saying anything just to stop my ex-wife on her date while Christina was so happy for sending her off. No matter how much I forced myself to open my mouth, I could not do it. What right did I have when I hurt her in the past? I balled my palms into a fist. I wished...I could do something. I wished I could say something to make Beatrice change her mind. I did not want her to go. I did not want her to meet that Josh. What would happen to the complete family I envisioned? What would our son feel? With a new man in her life, where would that put me?It was your fault in the beginning, the other part of my mind said. If you only did not hurt her. If you only did not divorce her...then. Just the thought of that bastard touching her skin was enough to make my blood boil in anger. No one was allowed to touch her. I froze at the thought. Why is that? Did you personally put jibs on her? What was this intense jealousy I felt toward t
BEATRICE:I stared a couple of times at the man in front of me in this fancy restaurant. He wore his business suit while gawking at me, who was all smiles the whole duration of this meetup. He never grew or raised his eyebrows. The way he gawked at me was making me already uncomfortable. What the heck was wrong with him? I just wanted to go right now and let Christina believe that we did not click. This man surely did not want a woman who already had a responsibility to her son or daughter. There was never such a thing as that. Men usually run away from responsibilities. “Would you please stop looking at me like that?” I finally managed to say while playing with my hands at the top of the table. He blinked a couple of times. “Did I offend you?”The problem with this man was that he did not talk, and was only looking at me as if he was a fool. “I don't like it. I did not come here so that you could openly stare at me. Why are you like this? Is this your first time seeing a single
BEATRICE:Josh smiled. “I know you will eventually remember me. I am glad you finally remembered me, Beatrice. Faces like this are hard to forget,” he muttered while wearing a smile on his face. He was not bragging. He sure was handsome and this man knew it too.My forehead knotted. “How come I did not remember you?”He shrugged off his shoulders. “You have different interests. You were into reading while I was in sports. You never visited the stadium. You were always swimming in your books and if not for your friends, you would never watch any sports.”I was not really into sports. I did not understand any of that and when we watched in the past, my friends would just explain the rules of the game and how the team would get points.“Sports? What kind of sports?” Our school was indeed known for producing successful players which eventually competed in international sports competition to the point that some other schools were scared upon mentioning our schools.“Soccer. I remember you
BEATRICE:Was this even real? This was supposed to be an ordinary blind date. I planned on ditching this man after this and reprimand Christina for deciding things like this. But after knowing this man even well, those plans were suddenly thrown out of the window.This man was quite blatant in terms of his feelings. There was no topsy curvy curve. Just pure direct confessions of feelings. I liked how he was straightforward. We were already old and wasting time was no longer part of the plan.“Why?”“I have a long-time crush on you. You were my first love.”“Why?” I pressed.“You’re different from the other women out there. You came from a rich family, yet you don't look down on the poor. You were humble and did not brag about your wealth. Your friends were poor. All of them. I like how you did not choose friends. That you're not picky.”Does he even know about that?“We were rich before, because I have my family. But not right now. I'm already struggling to pay for my bills.”“That's
DRAKE: It was already evening, but Beatrice had not returned. Dammit. My heart had been pounding in my chest like crazy while my hands felt clammy. Is this the right time to go after her? Just to check? This is so unlike Beatrice. How could I stay still and not worry? This kind of situation made me want to put a GPS tracker on her phone just to know whether she was right now. Do you think tracking her would make her happy, Drake? Of course, it won't. It would make her even mad at me. For the nth time, I would occasionally glance at the clock to check the time, hoping that Beatrice would return. She sure was taking her time. Did she enjoy her blind date? It was your fault for being slow. If you were only fast. If you only dated her, this would never happen at all. Stop waiting for some kind of miracle that she would suddenly like you without doing anything. How could I date her when another part of me was guilty of what I did in the past? Did I even have the right to be with