Episode 5

After the tragic event that occurred with Bullet, I made a pact with myself that I would never interact with another male again. Never again will I even have the courage to touch a man. Even a casual touch is never okay. After some time had passed, I developed a hatred for men. To clarify, I reached a moment in my professional career where I let my personal decisions dictate the course of my career. When there is a male present in a meeting, I try to avoid being there. Never in my life have I ventured to put myself in a social setting where there is going to be a male presence.

Indeed, I was exaggerated. I was so immature.

Additionally, I know and I am aware that it is incorrect. Completely incorrect since the error of a single person does not represent the entire population. Eventually, after some time of contemplating, I realised that I needed to let go of all of my resentment toward males, and I did so gradually. I let my more experienced self control the situation. After that, I began to move on with my life and forgive myself for the mistake I made with a stranger during that one night. After letting go of the past, I made the decision to simply accept whatever the future had in store for me.

The occurrence of that event has now been nine months after it took place. It's amazing how quickly time passes. Since I have completely moved on with my life and given myself permission to live it the way I used to, I am now... to be honest, started to grow curious. That maybe… just maybe. I could try and give myself a chance for myself for that thing called love.

When it comes to love, they advised us not to become overly enthused about its possibilities. We should instead just hold our breath, relax, and wait for it to happen since it always occurs when we least expect it to. We should take it easy and wait for it to happen.

For the simple reason that, in reality, love constantly finds its way into our lives without any assistance from us. Every time, it manages to drive us completely insane and to surprise us in the most romantic way possible.

However, why is that? Why does it seem different to me?

What is the reason that that dreadful love has not yet made its way into my life till now?! For crying out loud, I am twenty-four years old on this day! Additionally, I deserved to be loved by a man who would speak to me as if I were the most stunning young lady on the face of the planet. I am looking for the kind of man that will literally fill my world with all the rainbows and butterflies!

I rolled my eyes and let out an annoyed groan. At this moment, I am unable to cope with the emptiness that has been affecting my body as a result of the influence of wine. On the other hand, as soon as I looked at the wine glass, I instantly used a tissue to remove the lipstick stain that was on it.

I heaved another sigh now.

Should I try to be less concerned with my romantic life so that I can reduce the amount of stress I experience? On the other hand, the thing is, how am I even capable of doing that when all I can think about at the moment is the sensation of having a man standing next to me, holding me, and treating me as if I were a national treasure? For causing me to feel this way, I secretly desired that the person who had stolen my virginity would spend eternity in hell.

"Take a look at Cassie; she is a stunningly gorgeous lady. She has a really clean appearance in every way.

I am on the verge of choking on my own saliva.

"There are a great number of men that happen to come upon her. However, she is under a lot of stress because she has not had a romantic relationship up to this point, and yes, it was because of the man who stole her virginity at a one night stand.” Shane, our business partner, was informed by Jill that she was taking advantage of the fact that I was not present in order to discuss my romantic life.

When I heard what she had to say, I couldn't help but smile. Simply because it is accurate. But due to the fact that she was already intoxicated. The amount of alcohol that this woman can tolerate is really minimal. In fact, we had just begun drinking, but here she is doing it.

For the purpose of unwinding and relaxing, we headed to a lounge bar right now. Mostly due to the fact that the project that we worked on a few days ago has finally come to an end, and I can honestly state that this is the most stressful project that we have ever worked on in our whole lives as clothing providers.

“Have you ever considered the possibility that you might want me to flirt with the males who are flirting with me at the moment?” Then I questioned, "even if I don't really like them?" It was a response that I whispered in response to what Jill had said to Shane.

"I don't want you to force your feelings toward someone, but what I mean is that you should also lower your standards in men, Cassie," she snapped in the air. "It's not that I want you to force your feelings toward anyone. It is no longer acceptable for love to be the criteria. Spend as much time as you can flirting and living your life. S*x is a delight. Remember that men have the power to take you to heaven? Therefore, be sure to treasure it with anyone while you are still not married.”

I have no idea whether or not I will be pleased with her response. In addition, I am well aware that I should not do it. However, one thing that I am certain of is that she only said such things because she is really intoxicated.

Despite this, I was still unable to avoid feeling upset since I have never wavered from the principles that I have held dear ever since I was a young child growing up in a royal home. Even if I want to live a humble life, I have the belief that I should never be content with anything less than the best. In addition, I would like to know why I would decrease my standards when I am aware of my value. I am well aware that I am not the same as any other lady in the world who is willing to expose her legs to anybody she happens to adore. There is no one else I love who could ever do that "thing" to me, and I am aware of this fact.

"Seriously?" I am finally on the verge of mustering up the strength to retort to Jill. I am beginning to feel anger building up in my chest. “I apologize, but I am not going to lower my standards merely to have a boyfriend like you did. I am not going to do that.”

We are both staring at each other as if we are tigresses who are poised to attack at any minute. Jill and I are just staring at each other temporarily.

“It's incomprehensible! Stop right now since it is possible that the two of you will end up killing each other here. You really want to ruin your friendship just because of that jerk? Do you really want to do that?” Shane let out a grunt. At this point, she appears to be our referee.

"Jill," She looked over at my friend, who was falling asleep next to her as a result of her intoxication. “If you are going to challenge Cassie's standard, you are completely wrong. If she is like that, you can't hold it against her because it is her own beliefs that she holds. Aside from that, you are the one who asserted that she is stunning and flawless. I believe that she is deserving of some improvement in her standards. And you, Cassie, also–" She indicated that she was pointing at me.

"You are absolutely correct," I retorted. Prior to proceeding, I exhaled air from my lungs and then continued. “It would have been inappropriate for me to judge her for using dating apps and for pursuing every man she desires in her life. You just mentioned that everyone has our own set of expectations.”

I was merely given a nod by her. "All right, I'm relieved to see that you are understanding what I'm trying to say."

When it was over, Shane turned her attention to the lady who was sitting next to her and was already snoring. When I saw her, I rolled my eyes.

Right now, she is right here.

It's the same old routine as before.

Whenever we go to a lounge bar to wind up, this is the situation that we always find ourselves in. We were always the ones who ended up being Jill's babysitter while she was intoxicated on alcohol. In addition, despite the fact that Shane and I are already intoxicated, here we are, obligated to take care of her.

"What the hell, you b*tch! Stop it! You have a lot of mess!” During the time that we were both assisting Jill in walking to my car, Shane reprimanded her for suddenly throwing up in the driveway.

“It's unbelievable, Jill! Do not claim that we are going to give you a bath when you get back to your house! I objected to the fact that you are overly spoiled!”

When we arrived at the location where my car was parked, we did not waste any time in placing Jill, who was lying there at the time, in the backseat. Shane moved herself into the front seat of the rider's seat.

"Cassie, are you certain that you are still able to drive?” Shane inquired with apprehension, "Is it alright if I just deal with it for you?"

Without a doubt. I am not yet intoxicated. “You are familiar with me, aren't you? I am quite proud of the fact that my tolerance for alcohol is quite high," I said, and then I started the car right away.

Thankfully, there were not an excessive number of automobiles on the route. This is the reason why we should hurry to go to Jill's residence. If not now, then when? There is a possibility that Jill's vomit spilled into my vehicle.

"Heck!  Would you kindly be careful with your movements! “Jill to Shane's reprimand.

We were able to assist Jill in climbing the steps leading to her apartment. "Jill, how about you? Make an effort to move forward. Just try to be patient, and after this, you will be able to lie down on your bed.”

"What the heck? Why did you decide to take me?” She continued to have a frown on her brow. "You are free to abandon me at that point. I am able to take care of myself and go home." The way she attempted to respond to us was as if she were devouring her own words.

"Would you please simply be quiet?" Exasperated, Shane let out a groan.

Upon arriving at the front door of her residence, I promptly encoded the lock keys of her digital lock. It was then that Shane and I finally reached the end of our suffering.

At the same time, I was busy filling the tiny basin with water. Suddenly, Shane's phone began to ring.

"Are you really capable of taking care of our son?" I overheard her asking the person who was on the other end of the call. My guess is that it is her husband. She uttered a few words before responding once more.” All right, I'm going to head back home. I'll see you"

As I looked at Shane, she did the same thing.

“Is it okay?” It took her some time to ask me.

“Will you be heading back home? Without a doubt. Not at all? However, how are you going to get back home? At this hour, there is no taxi available."

“Please don't be concerned; my spouse will come and pick me up here with my son. I am currently being actively sought after by my son.”

Simply responding to Shane, I smiled. Mostly due to the fact that I always find it difficult to deal with her predicament whenever she wants to relax.

Sometimes I have the impression that being alone is better for me since it allows me to concentrate on myself without having to care about other people. How do I know? The possibility that I will be the only one I have to take care of when I wake up in the morning is a scenario that would not be ideal. In order to find solace in a different location, where neither my husband nor my son is waiting for me.

On the other hand, fortune is on my side.

Immediately after I had finished wiping the remainder of Jill's body, I clothed her in clothing to wear around the house. My experience with this circumstance is not new. Thus, she had a great deal of self-assurance to get intoxicated because she was aware that I was present to look after her.

On the other hand, Shane had already quit by that point. The fact that she always appeared to arrive home first made her feel as though she had committed leave.

"Coffee..." Jill mumbled in a startling manner.

The coffee that I had brewed earlier was set on the side table after I took it out of the pot.

My tone was filled with a great deal of cynicism when I communicated to Senyorita, "It's here."

In order to prevent her from falling or lying down in an uncontrollable manner, I encourage her to sit and lean on the headboard. After taking the coffee that was sitting on the sideboard, she began to take a few sips of it. After that, in a few minutes, it appeared that her sanity was gradually returning.

The unexpected instruction that she issued to me was, "Give me your phone."

A frown formed on my forehead. Nevertheless, in the end, I decided to simply comply with her command. It is impossible to ignore how annoying she is whenever she is demanding. I just watched her as she typed something on my phone while I was watching her there.

“What are you doing?” After a lengthy period of time during which I was merely observing her, I finally questioned her. Nevertheless, she did not respond to my question.

Then she handed my phone to me and remarked, "There," as she did so.

I grabbed it and then looked at the display on my mobile device. In addition, I suddenly raised an eyebrow in response to what I had just observed for some reason.

It's a mystery to me. 

“You installed that damn dating app on my phone, you idiot!” She received a severe glare from me.

Even the emblem of the dating app is enough to get my pulse pumping, and she is aware of this fact. The fact that it is already installed on my phone is even more impressive.

"I know that you are upset once more. But before you fully argue with me and stop treating me as your buddy, I would ask that you give that dating app a shot at least once. Please, do this before you entirely ditch me as your friend.”

My mouth is still closed at this moment, and I have no idea why. Despite the fact that I wanted to curse that woman and express my mind. On the other hand, I did not actually utter a single individual word.

All I do is look at the dating app that is displayed on the screen of my phone, and then I turn my attention to Jill.

She went on to say, "There is absolutely nothing wrong with trying." Once that was over, she went back to her bed and fell back asleep.

This woman is just remarkable in every way. I did nothing but sigh and stare at her for a few periods. First, I wrapped a warm blanket around her back, and then I made the decision to head back home.