“Boss, this is the report on the start-up that visited you last time. Should I update you about their progress on their new business in Korea?”
“You’re gonna visit the country?” Johannes asked, his eyes still focused on the screen of his computer. Nathalie looked at her schedule and nodded as a reply.
“I got some free time next Friday,”
“You’re going to New Zealand with me next Friday,” Johannes looked at her. Nathalie wrinkled her nose. “Why?”
“What why?”
“What’s the occasion, boss?” she asked. Johannes stared at her as if she were asking him a ridiculous question.
“Do you need a reason to attend to your boss?” He lifted a side of his mouth and stood up, his hands inside his pocket; waiting for Nathalie to reply.
“Well—” Nathalie stopped trying to start an argument when she saw Johannes staring at her still. “Yes, boss.” He smiled at her and went back to his swivel chair. Johannes stayed cooped up in his desk until midnight. He did not even notice the time until he called Nathalie and the woman did not reply; which was unusual.
Johannes stood up from his seat and went to her desk. He saw Nathalie sleeping on her table with one arm. Her position looked uncomfortable and she looks slightly shivering from the cold of the air-conditioned room.
“She could have asked me,” Johannes murmured. He glanced at his watch, “I’m sure she did not eat dinner as well.” He took off his coat and placed it on Nathalie’s back before heading outside his office.
He drove to the nearest fast food that was still open by that time. “Two orders of spicy chicken. One hot coffee and a large vanilla iced coffee.” He simply told the woman who was staring at him the moment he entered the place.
“To-go,” he added as he took his card from his wallet and gave it to the cashier.
“He looks familiar,”
“You’re right,”
“I think I saw him on television,”
“He looks like a model,”
“Wow, and he eats McD*nald’s? Cool!”
“I want to take a photo with him!”
“Do you think he has a girlfriend already?”
“With that looks? I bet he had plenty!”
Johannes did not bother looking at those people whispering around him. He was so used to it that he did not mind at all. “Here’s your order, thank you, sir! Come again!” The woman joyfully told him as her cheeks flushed in red. Johannes took the order and went to his car.
Nathalie woke up on the couch in Johannes’s office. She glanced at her wristwatch, ‘Two in the morning?’ She rubbed her temple and looked around the office. Johannes is not there but his coat is on her lap.
“Did he eat something bad?” She chuckled. Nathalie noticed some meds on the table and concluded that her boss had indigestion.
“I ate the food you liked best and it gave me indigestion.” Nathalie’s eyes widened and turned to where she heard the voice. She thought she was alone! Nathalie fixed her hair and sat up straight.
“B-Boss,”
“Eat.”
“Huh?”
“I said eat. Did working overtime turn you deaf?” He asked, annoyed since he really had an upset stomach. He had never eaten that meal before, it was his first time and he deeply regretted it.
Johannes sat on the couch across Nathalie’s. He massaged the bridge of his tall nose as he sighed. “Do you need medicine? Should I buy—”
“I said eat.” His voice brought shivers down Nathalie’s spine. She immediately took the utensils and started eating the now cold chicken. It tasted good in her mouth as she was starving since six in the evening. She finished the meal in less than fifteen minutes.
Nathalie did not even notice that Johannes had been watching her eat. He hid a smirk behind the hand that covered his mouth. ‘Damn it.’ He cursed under his breath when he realized he was grinning. Johannes was confused.
He took off his coat when he noticed her feeling cold. Johannes moved her to the couch so she could sleep comfortably and he even bought her a meal from her favorite fast food.
Johannes loosened his tie and stood up.
“Go home now.”
“Yes?”
“Have you really gone deaf?”
Nathalie stood up, and took Johannes's coat, “I’ll have it dry clean and give it to you tomorrow,” she said, Nathalie was surprised when she saw the coat on her but she dared not ask him why was it there. Why did he buy her food? And why… did she wake up in a different place like a kid who accidentally slept on a sofa while watching television?
Nathalie kept her mouth shut until she came to her unit. She stared at the coat in her hand, “I wish I am wrong. No… I’m sure this is just my nonsense presumption,” she sighed. Nathalie put the coat on the table and went to her bed.
She then took her laptop and worked for another hour before closing it to rest her eyes. She reached for her phone when a notification popped.
Nathalie dropped her phone when she panicked as she reached for her keys.
“Nathalie did not come to work?” Johannes asked the clerk when the man informed him of Nathalie’s absence. Johannes looked at his phone as he entered the office.
He tried calling the woman but she did not answer. His brows furrowed. Where is Nathalie? He made sure the woman came to her unit safely last night; Johannes followed her before going straight to his mansion. He drove away when Nathalie entered the building.
“Where are you?” He stared at his phone. It was the first time in five years that Nathalie disappeared without telling him. She was occasionally asking him for a leave though Johannes never asked where she wet on those days.
The man immediately sighed when he realized he was worrying again. “Just why the hell am I feeling like this?” He asked himself but did not get an answer.
He took his spare phone from the drawer and scanned through the numbers in the contacts. He called it and a woman answered.
[Hey pretty boy. You called,] her flirtatious voice annoyed Johannes but he was more irritated by the resurging feelings inside his chest.
“Meet me.” The woman in the other line chuckled and agreed. In less than an hour, a woman in a black, fitted, spaghetti, strapped dress entered his office. She was beautiful.
When she saw Johannes, she immediately devoured his lips. The man kissed her back as he placed her on his lap. They kissed and kissed until Johannes’s phone rang.
“Ugh,” the woman moaned when Johannes pushed her gently.
Johannes reached for his phone and answered it when he saw a familiar number, [Boss,]
“What?” He coldly asked as if he was not looking for her the entire morning. The woman on his lap was rubbing her breast against his chest but he could not care less. Johannes was preoccupied with Nathalie right now.
[I’m sorry but I think I’d be gone for a whole week.]
“Do you want to get fired? I need you in the office!” He shouted, slightly angered by Nathalie’s absence and her leave-taking. A week? A whole week? Nathalie had never asked him to be on leave for that long!
Johannes had been too used to her presence and assistance that he would not function the like usual with her absence. [Boss—]
“No.” Johannes heard her sigh. Her breathing was deep and heavy but he did not compromise. Nathalie did not tell him why she would be absent and he bet he can’t accept her reasoning whatever it is.
[Alright. I’d be there tomorrow. I really can’t go back right now, boss.] She argued patiently. Johannes pushed the woman from his lap and stood up. He massaged the bridge of his nose.
“Where are you? I’m coming.”
Johannes waited for her answer but she ended the call instead. The man sighed raspily while staring at his phone. He threw it on the floor as he loosened his tie. “Damn it!” He was even annoyed when he realized his irritation when his secretary ended the call. “How dare you drop the call?” he clenched his jaw and took a deep breath. The woman inside his office snaked her arm around Johannes and slightly bit his ear. “Why are you vexed? Hmm?” She asked, playing with the curls at the tip of his hair. Johannes slapped her hand. “Don’t touch my hair.” He coldly said. The woman smiled. “Playing hard?” She clung her arm to his neck and kissed him. Johannes pushed her and wiped his lips harshly. “Get out.” “What?!” She was annoyed. The man had called her after a decade, does he think her time was free? She did her best to sneak out of his manager’s radar. She is an actress, and she had been waiting for the famous Johannes Alejandro to look at her and now that she got her chance, but he w
Johannes smirked, “You looked like you’ve lost all the blood in your body. Move, you’re starting to hurt my manhood,” Nathalie flushed red as she stood up immediately. It was damn embarrassing! She did not even notice she was on top of that!She faked a cough, “You have a family dinner at Vienna Hotel at seven, boss,” she discussed other agendas Johannes had.Nathalie was too stunned, but she could not really have herself overwhelmed by the playfulness of her boss. She knew… Nathalie knew very well how much of a womanizer this man was.And Johannes had never looked at her with that much interest before! Or… that’s what she wanted to believe. The man had always respected her private space, something that was rare. Nathalie shrugged off the thought from her mind and went on with her daily tasks. A week had passed just like that, and she’s currently reviewing some reports regarding the proposal the board submitted to Johannes. He doesn’t read anything unless Nathalie was the one passing
"Greatly embarrassed with what she asked, Nathalie simply agreed to what Johannes wanted. She ate lunch with him that day, but she never knew that there would be following invites from her boss. "Dinner?" Nathalie asked, still finishing what she was typing. She then glanced at her boss and raised her brows, "I am quite busy with the annual reports, boss," she said. Hoping that Johannes would let her go. It had been over a week since he asked her out to eat. To eat. And they really did nothing but eat in fancy restaurants around the city. It gave Nathalie the assurance that Johannes didn't have much interest in her and simply wanted a companion to have meals with. "Report? It's that time of the year already?" He asked, leaning to her desk again, placing one arm on the desk. His body was so close to the woman Nathalie needed to push herself back a little to back away from him. Just enough distance to make a space between them. Johannes was still reading the report when his phone r
"Ms. Taylor, this is what you requested," Ruth, an employee, gave her a pile of folders. She took them from her and went inside the office. She did not expect a woman to be there because Johannes had stopped bringing one for over a week. The woman smiled at Nathalie, "You're Johannes's secretary?" Nathalie smiled back. She put the folders on the table and greeted her. "Yes, I'm Nathalie Taylor. You are?" she handed her right and raised her brows. The woman reached for it and did a handshake. "Samantha Wheeler," Nathalie then remembered seeing her from somewhere, "Oh, you were the one who visited the boss last time. What brought you here, Ms. Wheeler?" She asked though she was sure it would be because the man would have her entertain him for the rest of the day. Samantha stared at her, reading her expressions, and it seemed like she had improved in doing so. Samantha smirked, "You think I'm one of his women, don't you?" Nathalie was surprised. She slightly froze and pulled her hand
Nathalie could still vividly remember that day. The sounds of breaking things in their house. The beggings of her mother, asking those men to stop. Her brother crying behind her. Nathalie could still remember, and to this day, she's still cursing her father for doing that to them. Her mother left them to her grandparents the next day, and she had only heard the news of her passing the next year because of an accident. Nathalie could not even mourn for her poor mother as she was busy attending to her brother, who was hospitalized that week. Nathalie tried looking for her father to ask him for help since she could not do anything as a mere minor. Her grandparents were too old to work. They are in the hide because loan sharks might show up anytime, and Nathalie doesn't want the burden that her parents left them to be passed on to her poor grandparents. They were good to the siblings. Though they could not provide them luxury like what the other grandparents in that town are doing to th
Johannes loosened his tie as he knelt down to level with Nathalie, who was still sleeping soundly. He took his phone and contacted Clinton to make a delivery of a hot porridge from his favorite restaurant in New York. They don't create porridge, but if they'd hear the request is from Johannes, they would indeed comply. He's friends with the owner of the restaurant and has been visiting there since day one. Johannes searched the internet for the things that he should do for a sick person. He had no idea what he should do. It was the first time he's put his hands on a person with a fever, and he did not want to mess up for some reason. "Why's there so many? Are these even true?" He complained when he was welcomed with at least a hundred recommendations. He was not often on the internet because he always had someone to search for things for him. Johannes rarely even uses his phone for such stuff. He does not even open his social media a lot! It would have been a miracle if he'd been on
A week passed and things got back to normal. Johannes does not even act the way he acted before which gave Nathalie more confusion. Especially when a woman comes into the office. "Boss? He's out for a meeting, ma'am. How may I help you?" Nathalie asked. The woman looks like she's in her mid-twenties. She's wearing a light blue, casual dress down to the top of her knee paired with a flat doll shoe that makes her look even younger. She looks lovely. "He called me. Can I wait inside?" Even her voice sounds angelic. She tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked at Nathalie. The employees in the company aren't even surprised that another woman is lurking around the office. It had stopped for a couple of days, but of course, Johannes being the Johannes, women would line up again. They are even betting sometimes how many he'd flirt with this month, especially since the end of the year is nearing. Johannes kept this profile around the company. He did not have this image since the sta
Johannes's POV I woke up with a headache. I drank a lot last night. I saw soup on the table, and it was still hot. There was a note beside it, and I know too well to whom it belongs. I don't know if I should smile or feel agitated that she's acting the same even after what I said last night. I also did not know why I said that out of the blue. There was an urge in my chest, behind my head, telling me to ask her out. *** Last night... "Date me," I saw her freeze a little when I said that. She stepped back and smiled awkwardly at me. "Your next appointment will be in ten minutes, boss," she scans the tablet she's holding as she avoids my gaze. "You're avoiding me, Nathalie," "We're here for work, boss," "Exactly. I'm the boss. I decide. I'm the rule, Nathalie Taylor," her eyes stared directly at me. Her ocean blue eyes look like a surging ocean, unsure of what she needs to do next. I smirked. "I can wait for your answer, silly. You don't have to look so troubled," I said bef
“Where are we going, Dad?” Julian asked his father while still yawning. He had just woken up from his afternoon nap when his father picked him up from his grandparent’s mansion. Julian Nathaniel Alejandro, Johannes felt proud while staring at his son’s ocean-blue eyes. “We’re going to the cemetery,” “Is Mom there?” Johannes looked at him with sad eyes and smiled, “Yes, Julian. We’re going to see Mom there,” Johannes fixed his son’s seatbelt and started the car’s engine. It had been seven years since Nathalie birthed Julian. He’s a big boy now who hates it when Johannes kisses him on the cheek. He used to giggle when his father did it, but now that he turned seven, he would glare at Johannes whenever he did that, especially when they were in a public place. Julian looked like Johannes, but his eyes took after Nathalie. Those deep blues of ocean that always enchanted Johannes. He could not help but stare at them whenever he had the chance. “Are we going to visit Abuelo too?” the
“Uncle Ken,” Yohan sat beside him. Johannes was still staring at the door where the woman had left. The harsh sound of the rain was worrying him. ‘Nathalie hates the rain,’ he thought to himself. He furrowed his brows and realized that the fact that the woman hated the rain popped up out of his head out of nowhere. Was it a memory? Did he remember that from the past? “Uncle Ken?” Yohan called him again since Johannes did not respond the first time. Johannes then looked at him and messed up his hair. “Come here, bud,” Yohan sat on Johannes’s lap and lowered his face. Yohan rubbed his hands against each other and then looked at Johannes with teary eyes. “Did Mama make a mistake to Uncle Ken?” he asked, crying now. “Yohan is the bad boy because I lied,” “What?” Johannes asked, furrowing his brows now since he could not understand him all too well. Yohan jumped from his seat and took something from his pocket. “Yohan was mad when he learned that you were getting married. I thought
One week had passed since Nathalie and Johannes had a check-up. Nathalie is fine now, but the latter seemed different. Johannes stared at her sleeping figure. He had been doing this for almost a week now. After what he witnessed last time, Johannes always found himself inside her bedroom. Staying beside her while Nathalie cries in her sleep. Johannes could not understand what it was that pulled him to the woman he had lost memories of. Should he open himself for her, or should he cut every string connected to her? Johannes could not decide. "Nathalie... Nathalie Taylor," he muttered *** The chairman handed over the folder to General Smith. He’s a companion he had when he was just starting out, thus, confirming the trust between them. “We had been trying to figure out these cases before... I can’t believe such a young woman could do all these evil things,” “She’s crazy, Smith,” “Are you sure you want to hand it over to us?” General Smith asked the chairman. Miraflores Alej
"You're here again," Yael tried to get up but gave up when she felt an exhausting pain inside her stomach. It was so painful that her eyes teared up. Johannes panicked and ran to her. Worrying, he told Yael, "This is why I always come here. I told you you don't have to get up when I come here. How could you be so stubborn!?" He shouted to the poor woman. Yarl stared at his enraged face and then averted her gaze, "I told you you don't have to come here... you... you found your home, Johannes," "Ken. You gave me that name. Use that," "Johannes—" "Are you really trying to make me mad? Johannes here, Johannes that! I fucking cannot remember anything related to that name, so damn it, just treat me as that penniless Ken before!" Johannes frustratedly told her. Yael had realized her mistake. She stared into his eyes and tried to read his confused emotion. Yael had met Johannes when he was still in the hospital. She assisted Johannes back then, and he had felt indebted to her kindness.
Nathalie’s POV I was about to get inside the mansion when I saw a familiar figure, but I doubt it was him. It would be impossible to see him out of his cave. “Nathalie Taylor!” I turned around and saw Harries waving at me. It had been so long since we last saw each other. She even nagged me because I was behaving unlike myself these past few months. “Harries!” I hugged her, and she kissed me on the cheek. Harries still treats me like a child, really. I motioned her to sit on the chair and asked a waiter to serve us food. “How was your trip?” “Terrible,” I furrowed my brows; this woman loves traveling like how she loves medicine. To hear her condemn her last trio like this, something must have had occurred. She rolled her eyes when a man greeted her with a kiss. Now I get it. Harries must have felt upset with her husband, Loki. He’s a businessman like Johannes though he majored in the medicine industry, the reason why he eventually met my best friend through the same acquaintanc
Cohen’s POV I could swear I never intended to attend this fucking party. There were a lot of familiar faces though I am sure that they didn’t know who I was. Sebastian is doing his thing of introducing me to everyone he knows, which is practically everyone at this event. “Sebastian,” “Hmm? Wait. Mr. Alfredo! Hey! Long time no see. How is it going with the firm?” he chatted with yet another man in a suit. Sebastian seems friendlier than the last time I saw him. I distanced myself a little since it would be a nuisance if he asked me to talk to his acquaintances. I sat by the bar, and the bartender gave me a tequila. I smirked and greeted him with proud eyes. He dares challenge me? Well, I have a pretty high tolerance when it comes to these types of drinks. I was enjoying myself when the host announced that the party was about to start. I could vomit at the sight of the host of this event. What the hell? Is this party about them? Sebastian, you idiot. I should not have mentioned Nath
Cohen’s POV It felt strange waking up on a soft mattress. It had been a long since I last slept in one. I don’t know why it feels empty though this room is not even that big, to begin with. It’s cold, really. Winter is knocking on the corner of this house. I stood up after lazily staring at my ceiling for hours, trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with me today. It should be another day when I should visit the eatery and cook for them, but for some reason, I picked up my phone and told them I’d have to take a leave for today. When I went to the kitchen, Caleb was already there, cooking breakfast. He glanced at me and smirked, “Fancy seeing you wake up late,” I ignored him and went to make my coffee. He seemed to be in the mood today that he irritated me this early. “Where’s mom?” I sat on the edge of the table as I looked at him over my cup of coffee. Caleb turned around and shrugged his shoulders. I furrowed my brows with that. “You don’t know?” “No, I mean, she asked me
"A party?" Ken just reached home after visiting Yael in the hospital. He did not want to leave her, but his family insisted that he stays at home. Yohan was with a nanny since he wanted to stay beside his mother. Johannes stared at his parents with a confused expression, "What party? Do I have to participate in one?" he asked again, removing his coat. It was snowing outside. The first snow was last night, and the whole city was covered in white the following day. Joaquin and Beatrice smiled at Johannes, "This is to celebrate your return, son," Joaquin said. Ken furrowed his brows and sat on the couch. He stretched his neck. When he opened his eyes, he looked at his parents and shook his head. "I hate parties." "You don't even remember that," Clinton, who came from the entrance, interrupted his cousin's refusal. Clinton gave Beatrice a box of a new set of tea from China. The woman smiled at him and then turned to her son again. "Clinton is right, Johannes," "Ken. I told you to call
Nathalie visited the orphanage again when she felt well. She brought a lot of toys and food that she bought from the market. The kids were happy to see her, chanting the fairy song they had made to dedicate it to her. Nathalie was looking around, and Olivia noticed that she was looking for something, “Are you looking for something, Nathalie?” “Oh, ahm... I... I was just wondering where Yael and Johannes—I mean Ken are,” she shyly replied. She had heard from the nurse that Yael had been discharged, so she assumed that the woman was already feeling better. Nathalie thought they would be here since it seemed like Johannes liked being around the children, but afternoon came, and there was no shadow of him, Yael, or her son. “Yael? Oh dear, you haven’t heard the news yet? She was brought to the city to have medications, her illness relapsed, and she needed better treatment,” Olivia told her. Nathalie was shocked. She could not utter a reply and just forced herself to smile. Nathalie we