Isla's Point of ViewI woke up to the rustling sounds of water coming from inside the bathroom. I remember falling asleep to Kairos whispering sweet things in my ears while he raked my hair, luring me to sleep. Aside from the fact that he is no longer next to me. I noticed that I was now well-wrapped in his black shirt and boxer shorts. I must be dead asleep that I didn't even wake up while he was putting this on to me. The scent of his shirt brought a smile to my lips. It feels like we somehow managed to find our way back to our honeymoon phase after that months-long detour. The smile on my lips soon faded after I remembered what he had told me about the room last night. Kairos said that we are not going to use it again and I feel like it was my fault. I need to clarify that to him! I still want us to engage in a way of being intimate and passionate with each other, but we need to do it according to my pace. I just got overwhelmed by what he did and all the equipment that he used t
Isla's Point of View "Kairos," I mumbled. He was just staring back at me, but it was clear in his eyes that I wasn't going to have his permission and that we would end up arguing the following morning after we made up. His gaze then went to my finger, my ring finger, specifically. I bit the inside of my cheeks and subtly hid my hand from his eyes though he had seen already that I was still not wearing our wedding ring. It crossed my mind to wear it back after I opened my eyes this morning. I just got distracted by the phone call that I received from Nicholas that I momentarily forgot about it again. "If you want to start a foundation of your own. You certainly do not need Nicholas. You can do that with your own money. I can help you with that. Mommy can help you too. Don't you want to just do it with me?" He said, almost begging at me. I glance at him from head to toe. I am starting to get annoyed by him earlier and now here I am chuckling and pinching the tall and proud tip of his
Isla's Point of View"Dear," Mama Olga said. I moved my head first but my eyes remained pasted on the screen of my phone for a few seconds before I moved it to where my mother-in-law is. She was sipping her favorite jasmine tea while she was eyeing me curiously. At first, I didn't know why she was giving me those castigating gazes. Pressing my lips against each other. My lips beamed a sheepish smile. I lightly shake my head too before I put down my phone. "You are distracted. What is bothering you? I am sure that whatever it is. It is not my son." I bit my tongue swallowed hard and sat up straight. Nicholas scheduled our dinner meeting at eight in the evening in The Glass House which is an hour away from where I am right now and if I didn't leave at this exact moment. I'll be late for our meeting."No. It's not Kai, Mama... but I need to go. I am sorry," I said, already holding the chain of my classic Chanel flap bag. Mama Olga downed her teacup at its saucer and then she looked up
Isla's Point of ViewNicholas smiled and nodded his head to me. I hung the chain strap of my flap bag around my shoulder and in time I got up from my seat. A waiter delivered the menu to Nicholas. He was about to hand me the one that was for me but stopped mid-way after he realized that I was getting up from my seat. I held out my hand to take the menu from the waiter that he gave to me wearing an accommodating smile on his lips. I turned to Nicholas to give him my copy of the menu too. "Would you mind ordering something for me? Besides, I am not craving for a particular dish right at the moment so anything is fine with me," I told him. Nicholas took the menu from me before he moved his head once. "I would love to. The pleasure is mine, Isla," he mumbled and that was my cue to excuse myself. When I got inside the powder room. I realized that I had no reason to be here. My make-up is on point and I am not feeling any need to use the toilet. Maybe I just got overwhelmed with what the
Isla's Point of View Rory is still holding my shoulder. She flashed a smile and laughed even more the more I looked back at her like a confused puppy. She stood up straight and then she tucked some wild hair behind my ear. Rory playfully pinch my chin. "I was just messing with you. You should have seen the look on your face, Isla. I thought that you'd cry right on the spot," she said to me and she was still chuckling at me. "You are so cute. This is probably why Kairos fell for you." "Those pair of doe eyes. Your overall damsel in distress demeanor. That husband of yours badly wants someone so weak as you that he constantly needs to coddle." The mischievous smile on her lips faded. She turned back to the mirror and finished shading her lips with the rogue red lipstick. I unconsciously watched her every move and all that I could say was God. I do look like her. Every facial feature of her resembles mine. It's not Kairo's fault for not realizing earlier that I wasn't Rory Spencer.
Isla's Point of View. "And a large size of cheese-flavored popcorn," I told the cashier. "It's a large-size sour and cream popcorn, Miss. She made a mistake," Kairos said just right after the cashier punched our order. I looked at him with a questioning look. "Why would you say that? I didn't make a mistake. I know what I ordered. It's a large cheese-flavored popcorn." "But that is not your favorite flavor," he said in a voice that only the two of us get to hear. I nodded my head at him. Of course, it is not. It's his because my favorite flavor of popcorn was sour and cream. I stared at him with my eyes wide open, "Is that why you told her to change it?" "Hmm. I want to try it as well. You are the happiest when you eat your sour cream-flavored popcorn." The female cashier cleared her throat. I grabbed the large box of popcorn off the table, leaving Kairos with our two large sodas. "How did you find out my love for sour cream?" I asked him as we were on our way towards the cinema
Isla's Point of View. Rory leaned her face closer to me. Her lips slightly opened after she got a confirmation that I was close to tearing up. I stayed at the very same spot as she opened her arms for me. When I didn't move an inch, she took a step closer just so she could embrace me. She pulled away from me and then she leveled her face with mine. She is staring at me as if she feels bad about what happened, but the little curve on the corner of her lips that resembles a ghostly smirk says that she is just faking it. "Oh, you are crying. God! I suddenly feel bad. I should have known better than to kiss him back." Rory pouted her lips. I redeemed my composure and smiled at her. "I-It'a fine. It wasn't your fault too. I agreed to this. I was expecting this." Her eyebrow playfully shot up. Rory pursed her lips into thin line and then she nodded her head at me. "Oh, you do? That's great then. I am panicking here. I thought that what happened would leave you devastated." I looked a
Isla's Point of View. My eyes widened immediately after I walked out of the comfort room and I found Kairos standing in front of it and was about to knock on the door. I cleared my throat and slowly pulled myself together in a way that he wouldn't realize how surprised I was to see him here. I pulled the door behind me to close it. I can't risk him seeing Rory inside. "What are you doing here? You could have waited for me outside." Kairos smiled confusedly while he was staring intently at me, asking if I have forgotten something. Good God! What did Rory tell him? The conversation that he had with my look-alike is one of a bunch of things that I'll never find out unless he has a slip of the tongue and tells me. "But you are the one who told me to wait for you here," he said which made me shut my eyes for a quick second. That bitch is up to no good. "Oh," I mumbled. "You forgot?" I didn't! I just didn't know that Rory said that to him. I smile exasperatedly that though I tried