COME on, Claire. You can do it. 'I told myself as I stood at the entrance of the bar. Arthur, the tattoo artist, told me this is where I could find Adam — the man who impregnated me. Just three days ago, I found out I was pregnant. And there's no doubt who the father was. Of course it was Adam — the man I had a one-night stand with (correction, it was a three-night stand) two months ago. I raked my fingers through my short hair as I entered the bar. I wanted to shut my eyes when the blinding neon lights welcomed me. Damn. "Excuse me…" I said as I tried my hardest to examine the faces of the people in front of me. I was looking for a particular man. Tall, handsome with dark fuck-me eyes, straight nose and kissable lips. And of course I wouldn't forget his tribal tattoos on his left arm. I tried to roam my eyes, but the dance floor was too dark and crowded for me. Come on, baby. We need to find your daddy in fifteen minutes. Because if not, I was sure as hell going to paint t
I TOOK my phone in my pocket and saw Marcus' name on the screen. Instead of answering his call, I turned off my phone before I put it back in my coat pocket. I grabbed the bottle of alcohol in front of me and chugged it as the doctor's word kept on playing in my head. "I'm very sorry to inform you, Miss Buenavista. The result of the test says you have stage three stomach cancer." I wanted to drown myself in alcohol tonight. This afternoon, I found out I was dying. The results of my laboratory test said I have stomach cancer—stage three. And according to my doctor, I have more or less six months to live. Six fucking months. I closed my eyes. An entire minute passed and I realized tears were already streaming down my face. I couldn't grasp the fact that I'm dying in six months. I couldn't die. I'm still so young. I still have so many things to do! Why me of all people? Why me? I didn't deserve to be sick! I tried to be good all my life. Well, my employees called me strict but I
"DAMN, you tasted so good." Adam claimed my lips in a savage kiss the moment we entered his apartment. He pushed me to the wall and attacked my lips. He didn't even give me a chance to roam my eyes inside his place. I moaned when I felt his tongue invade every corner of my mouth. My hands felt like they had a mind of its own as they went up to his hair. With every move of his lips on mine, my hands were grabbing and pulling his hair more. God. He was just so fucking good. His lips tasted like my favorite dessert that I couldn't get enough of. Damn it. I didn't even remember how we managed to get into his apartment. Everything became hazy when we left the tattoo shop. All I was sure of was that it was me who asked for this. Who asked him to fuck me tonight. "Can I touch it?" Adam asked, his eyes were glued on my collarbone, where my butterfly tattoo was located. I didn't know if it's just me, but his voice sounded sexier in my ears. "Okay…" my answer only came out a whispe
I WOKE up with my whole body in pain. Fuck. I muttered a soft curse as I tried to get up from the bed. I looked around and realized I was alone. I saw my glasses on the nightstand. I picked it and wore it. I was only wearing a white oversized shirt. Nothing more.I shut my eyes when I remembered everything that happened last night. Fuck. I got drunk. I got a tattoo. I got a one night stand. And most of all, I was dying. I felt my heart drop to the ground. No, Claire. This is not the time to mourn. You need to get out of here first. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I needed to get out here. I picked up my scattered clothes on the floor and put them back. I winced when I felt the pain in the middle part of my body. Then I grabbed my back and checked on my phone. It was already dead. Well, it was a good thing my parents were used to me spending the night in the office so I still have nothing to worry about. Yeah, that's how workaholic I was. "Hi." Out of nowhere, I sa
"REALLY? You've been to New York but you've never been to Palawan?" Adam and I were already in Palawan port. We left Manila before lunch and traveled one hour by plane. After traveling by car for almost half an hour, we reached a port. From here, Adam said that we would ride a mini boat to reach the private island that Adam was talking about. I was excited and nervous. This was the first time I'd ride a boat. Damn. My life has been really boring in the past years. I turned to Adam who was beside me. He was a complete stranger to me. I don't usually trust strangers but I trust him. But even if I knew nothing about Adam, I could feel that he was trustworthy. Besides, if he planned to do something to me, I could very well defend myself. Marcus and I took jiu jitsu classes in New York before. Earlier, before I agreed to go with him, I suggested that we refrained from asking personal questions to each other. We were strangers to each other and I would like to keep it that way.Adam said
I WOKE up with my whole body in pain. Fuck. I muttered a soft curse as I tried to get up from the bed. I looked around and realized I was alone. I saw my glasses on the nightstand. I picked it and wore it. I was only wearing a white oversized shirt. Nothing more.I shut my eyes when I remembered everything that happened last night. Fuck. I got drunk. I got a tattoo. I got a one night stand. And most of all, I was dying. I felt my heart drop to the ground. No, Claire. This is not the time to mourn. You need to get out of here first. I opened my eyes and looked around the room. I needed to get out here. I picked up my scattered clothes on the floor and put them back. I winced when I felt the pain in the middle part of my body. Then I grabbed my back and checked on my phone. It was already dead. Well, it was a good thing my parents were used to me spending the night in the office so I still have nothing to worry about. Yeah, that's how workaholic I was. "Hi." Out of nowhere, I sa
"DAMN, you tasted so good." Adam claimed my lips in a savage kiss the moment we entered his apartment. He pushed me to the wall and attacked my lips. He didn't even give me a chance to roam my eyes inside his place. I moaned when I felt his tongue invade every corner of my mouth. My hands felt like they had a mind of its own as they went up to his hair. With every move of his lips on mine, my hands were grabbing and pulling his hair more. God. He was just so fucking good. His lips tasted like my favorite dessert that I couldn't get enough of. Damn it. I didn't even remember how we managed to get into his apartment. Everything became hazy when we left the tattoo shop. All I was sure of was that it was me who asked for this. Who asked him to fuck me tonight. "Can I touch it?" Adam asked, his eyes were glued on my collarbone, where my butterfly tattoo was located. I didn't know if it's just me, but his voice sounded sexier in my ears. "Okay…" my answer only came out a whispe
I TOOK my phone in my pocket and saw Marcus' name on the screen. Instead of answering his call, I turned off my phone before I put it back in my coat pocket. I grabbed the bottle of alcohol in front of me and chugged it as the doctor's word kept on playing in my head. "I'm very sorry to inform you, Miss Buenavista. The result of the test says you have stage three stomach cancer." I wanted to drown myself in alcohol tonight. This afternoon, I found out I was dying. The results of my laboratory test said I have stomach cancer—stage three. And according to my doctor, I have more or less six months to live. Six fucking months. I closed my eyes. An entire minute passed and I realized tears were already streaming down my face. I couldn't grasp the fact that I'm dying in six months. I couldn't die. I'm still so young. I still have so many things to do! Why me of all people? Why me? I didn't deserve to be sick! I tried to be good all my life. Well, my employees called me strict but I
COME on, Claire. You can do it. 'I told myself as I stood at the entrance of the bar. Arthur, the tattoo artist, told me this is where I could find Adam — the man who impregnated me. Just three days ago, I found out I was pregnant. And there's no doubt who the father was. Of course it was Adam — the man I had a one-night stand with (correction, it was a three-night stand) two months ago. I raked my fingers through my short hair as I entered the bar. I wanted to shut my eyes when the blinding neon lights welcomed me. Damn. "Excuse me…" I said as I tried my hardest to examine the faces of the people in front of me. I was looking for a particular man. Tall, handsome with dark fuck-me eyes, straight nose and kissable lips. And of course I wouldn't forget his tribal tattoos on his left arm. I tried to roam my eyes, but the dance floor was too dark and crowded for me. Come on, baby. We need to find your daddy in fifteen minutes. Because if not, I was sure as hell going to paint t