“What is she doing here?” Mr. Montenegro whispered beside me as we both watched Grace from the counter ordering her hot coffee. “She’s not gonna hurt you, right?”I sighed and shook my head tentatively. “I know that our last encounter was not a pretty sight, but I am sure she would not do something scandalous again in this coffee shop,” I said.“How can you be so sure? She is the current girlfriend of your ex. I mean, see her boyfriend’s ex would infuriate her to the core.”“And she is my best friend. From the past.” I had to prolong the sentence even if I paused from the previous one. “I know her, more than anyone in this world, even if she betrayed me.”Mr. Montenegro looked at me with discerning eyes, so I also cut off my watchful gaze from Grace who is now approaching our table. I smiled at him to assure his doubt.“Trust me. She won’t hurt me,” I said.He shot his eyebrow. “I don’t trust anyone,” he said and glanced at Grace. “I would rather stay here with you and listen to your
“P-Please? Can we just talk for a bit? It’s for privacy concerns,” I said with a trembling smile.There was protest in his gaze, but when I shot my eyebrow and tilted my face to point out that he is not supposed to be here, he sighed and nodded slowly. He looked at his watch.“Fifteen minutes and we are going to go back to the building. Understood?” he said and it was a grave order that if I don’t follow it, he’ll punish me, so I nodded. “Good.”I was stunned on my seat when he leaned over to my face and kissed my forehead. When he moved away, he did not even flinch, unlike me, and just stood up while holding his cup of coffee. I cleared my throat as I watched him go outside the shop and then regarded the pissed Grace in front of me.Okay. That was just an act, Jill. Part of an act of your… fake ‘fiancee’ thingy.
The conference hall was full of prominent and significant high-positioned individuals. While scanning my eyes throughout the interior of the hall, I saw Mr. Ford Montenegro as well as the chairman. When they both saw me, they just briefly scanned my appearance and shook their heads in dismay.I unconsciously looked at my outfit. I am currently wearing a black blazer with white spaghetti underneath it. My black pencil skirt is fitted and above the knee, making my long legs exposed. The pair of my black heels is also new and branded.I think I look okay, but why are the chairman and Darwin’s gazing at me like I am a disgusting human being?But just like my attitude, I remained unbothered, because I know my worth.When people try to make you feel worthless, remember that they can see your worth and are trying to destroy it, caused by their insecurities they can’t handle very well.&nb
“Mr. Montenegro,” I mumbled and furrowed my eyebrows. “What are you… doing here?”“Close the door,” he commanded and directed his face in front of him. “I don’t want my son to know that I am here.”I inhaled sharply and reciprocated his gaze.First things first, I do not trust the chairman. Especially with the memory of him harassing me if Darwin did not just intrude between us. I know that he is the boss of my boss --- not to mention the biological factor that the chairman is Darwin’s father --- so whatever this situation he is going to pull out, I have to handle it very well, but this time, without the vice chairman’s help.“Good day, Mr. Montenegro,” I started with a polite greeting and started walking towards the drawing area. “I brought some snacks that are designated to be eaten by the vice chairman. Woul
“I’m sorry, okay?” Darwin bugged me while I was pulling the cart on the second aisle. “It’s just that I want to help.”I did not talk to him and just continued looking for valuable products on the shelves. I am irritated as of now, and he is following me like a dog behind me. I heard him mutter some series of bad curses.While holding a can of spam, I simply slid my eyes on the circled mirror above the shelf, making me see Darwin’s casual outfit. He is currently wearing a tight white t-shirt, tracing his biceps and muscles. He was also on urban shorts and a pair of rubber shoes.If I remember, he is already thirty-one years old, and yet, he looks like he is still in twenty’s. I wonder if I look old. I am twenty-nine, all right? And I am anxious that my appearance is aging fast!“Jill…” he tugged my t-shirt. “Please… why d
The women looking at Darwin while going outside the convenience store irritated me the whole time. Because he offered a ride for the same route, I could not find a valid reason to refuse him since we are going the same way, into my apartment.“Are you tired?” Darwin asked beside me while he is driving his vehicle. “You are so silent. I am not used to it.”I flashed a smile from my frowning face before turning to him. “No, sir. I just don’t have anything to say,” I explained.He stared at me for a while as if he is analyzing if I am saying the truth. After that, he shook his head before gazing at the road.“Your smile is papery and insincere. You’re faking it. Forced,” he described and shot his eyebrow. “Did I do something wrong? Or are you still upset about the pads?”I felt my cheeks flushing because he still has to mention the pads. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms, making him look at me again.“And now you are showing your true feeling,” he said. “Just tell me, Jill. We are fri
My jaw was dropping the whole time I watched him cook the ingredients we bought from the convenience store. He skillfully chopped the vegetables, made preparations for Italian pasta, and even dominated the whole stove. It was so natural for him to flip the frying pan while the meat is being cooked.“Hey, I think you are salivating too much,” Darwin teased when he noticed that I was hanging my mouth while watching him cook beside me. “Do you want to taste my meat?”I unconsciously nodded while looking at the meat he was cooking. I saw him smirking playfully before he removed the meat from the frying pan. Using a slotted turner, he placed the meat on a clean ceramic plate. He withdrew a spoon and a dining knife from a rack, giving them to me.Oh, my goodness. His meat looks so delicious!Without further ado, I accepted the utensils and started to slice the juicy meat. When I have forked it successfully, I looked at it with amusement before eating and chewing it languidly. My eyes widene
I kept glancing at Darwin who is now watching television in the living area, while I am washing the dishes in the sink. I looked at my air conditioner and checked if its coldness is enough for him to be not hot. I sighed when I confirmed that it is okay.“Are you finished?” he asked from the living area.“Almost!” I answered back.“Can I just grab your laptop for you from your room?” he offered.“No, thanks!” I abruptly refused.No, not my room! I am not a dirty person, and safety and sanity are my utmost priorities when it comes to cleanliness. But when we are going to talk about the organization of things, I would rather leave my cup of tea on the table.When I was done cleaning the whole kitchen, I immediately went to my room without glancing back at Darwin. I changed home shorts and a spaghetti top that exposed my formed collarbones. I only have peignoirs because I easily get hot if I wear pajamas that I threw away due to their long history of usage.I went out of my room with my
"Wow, congratulations, Jill! Highest ka sa reporting, ah?" komento ng isang kaklase ko nang magsabay kami sa paglalakad sa kalsada. "Ang galing mo rin kasing mag-English. Nakakadugo sa ilong, alam mo iyon?"Tinawanan ko lang siya. "Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit sa English ko pa kung pwede naman sa delivery of speech, ate," aniko. "Pero thank you po!"Hoooo, nakakapagod kahit isang klase lang ngayong hapon. Marami kasing tanong ang instructor namin sa MSTE-1 tungkol sa topic ng reporting ko, at dahil ayokong mapahiya ay sinagutan ko lahat ng iyon kagaya ng pinag-aralan ko kagabi. I have always been competitive when it comes to academics without creating competitions against anyone. Gusto ko lang na mataas ang grades ko at malayo sa posibilidad na bumagsak ako. Nasa college na ako, kaya kailangan kong pagbutihan, lalo na at kasali ako sa scholarship program ng Cornelia Foundation College. Kumaway ako sa kaklase ko sa second year na pumunta sa waiting shed kung saan ang bus stop. Ako
"Lagi ka talagang aabusuhin dahil sobrang bait mo," sabi ni mama sa akin habang kumakain kami ng hapunan. "Hindi pwedeng ikaw nalang lahat, Jill. Magtira ka naman para sa sarili mo." Nadiin ko ang pagtusok ng kutsara sa karne ng isda dahil sa irita ko. Nakatalikod si mama sa akin dahil nasa upuan ako, habang siya at ang dalawang kapatid ko naman ay nasa lamesa. "Oo, mama. Oo," sagot ko nang matigil siya. Mukhang nahalata niyang ayaw kong pinapangaralan ako ngayon dahil sa pagod kaya natahimik din siya. Hindi sa padabog ako kumain ulit, pero nagpatuloy ako nang nakasimangot. Ramdam ko pa ang tingin ng kapatid kong babae sa akin, pero hindi ko na siya tiningnan pa. Umalis ako sa boarding house dahil gusto kong matahimik ang buhay ko. Tapos paparangalan pa ako rito? Ano, dahil lang sa tumigil ako sa pagtatrabaho at wala na akong naibibigay na pera, gaganituhin na nila ako? Huminga ako nang malalim matapos kong isubo ang panghuling kanin at tumayo rin para ilagay ang nagamit na kubye
I grew up as an obedient girl until I became a teenager who is known to be cool and silent to many. I have struggles when I communicate with other people since I am not immune to any forms of socializing. Maybe because I never really understood the concepts of camaraderies and friendships. For me, I am content to be alone, even if there is a saying that no man is an island. "Are you okay?" one boy asked when he saw me watching the kids at my school playing in the playground. He was wearing our school uniform that looked cute in him. "You look lonely. Don't you want to play with the kids?"I furrowed my eyebrows and scanned his body up and down while sitting on the bench. "Do I know you?" I asked boredly, having no idea why he was approaching me. "How come that you don't know me? I'm your classmate," he said and chuckled. "You know what, maybe our classmates are saying the truth. You are very distant and mean.""I don't know why you have to nose your business with me.""I just want t
"Shit! Fucking shit! How do I fucking do this shit?""Anong ginagawa mo?" rinig kong tanong ni Irise sa aking likod."Wait lang, Irise. Baka hindi ko mapantaya-- FUCK!"Kung may mas mailalakas pa sa pagmumura ko, iyon na ang malakas na halakhak ni Irise. Sinamaan ko siya ng tingin mula sa salamin, pero hindi siya natigil sa paghahampas sa akin habang natatawa. "Tigilan mo nga ako, Irise!" naiinis na sambit ko at nagpatuloy sa ginagawa, ngayon ay sinusubukan ulit makapokus. Humalukipkip naman siya. "Bakit ka ba kasi nag-e-eyeliner? Sampung minuto ka nang nasa labas ng kwarto natin. Akala ko kung ano nang ginagawa mo, pero nakaharap ka lang pala sa salamin!"Kung maputi lang ako, baka sa pag-init ng aking mga pisngi ay namula na ako sa pagkapahiya. Gusto kong maapektuhan sa tanong ni Irise, pero binalewala ko lang ang katotohanan sa magiging sagot ko. "Wala lang. Sayang kasi ang eyeliner na nabili ko sa SM noon, so... ano... nagta-try lang," rason ko.She snorted. "Hmmm... talaga lan
"Wow, congratulations, Jill! Highest ka sa reporting, ah?" komento ng isang kaklase ko nang magsabay kami sa paglalakad sa kalsada. "Ang galing mo rin kasing mag-English. Nakakadugo sa ilong, alam mo iyon?"Tinawanan ko lang siya. "Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit sa English ko pa kung pwede naman sa delivery of speech, ate," aniko. "Pero thank you po!"Hoooo, nakakapagod kahit isang klase lang ngayong hapon. Marami kasing tanong ang instructor namin sa MSTE-1 tungkol sa topic ng reporting ko, at dahil ayokong mapahiya ay sinagutan ko lahat ng iyon kagaya ng pinag-aralan ko kagabi. I have always been competitive when it comes to academics without creating competitions against anyone. Gusto ko lang na mataas ang grades ko at malayo sa posibilidad na bumagsak ako. Nasa college na ako, kaya kailangan kong pagbutihan, lalo na at kasali ako sa scholarship program ng Cornelia Foundation College. Kumaway ako sa kaklase ko sa second year na pumunta sa waiting shed kung saan ang bus stop. Ako
I grew up as an obedient girl until I became a teenager who is known to be cool and silent to many. I have struggles when I communicate with other people since I am not immune to any forms of socializing. Maybe because I never really understood the concepts of camaraderies and friendships. For me, I am content to be alone, even if there is a saying that no man is an island. "Are you okay?" one boy asked when he saw me watching the kids at my school playing in the playground. He was wearing our school uniform that looked cute in him. "You look lonely. Don't you want to play with the kids?"I furrowed my eyebrows and scanned his body up and down while sitting on the bench. "Do I know you?" I asked boredly, having no idea why he was approaching me. "How come that you don't know me? I'm your classmate," he said and chuckled. "You know what, maybe our classmates are saying the truth. You are very distant and mean.""I don't know why you have to nose your business with me.""I just want t
Maybe it was the fact that I was bothered what happened last night that I was spacing out when I went to the office the next day of work. “Secretary Castro? Are you okay?” an employee asked me when she approached me. “The paperworks you are holding are being blown away from your table.”“Huh?” I said and turned my head to the direction of my cubicle. My eyes widened when I saw that my papers are being blown away from my table that is caused by the huge air conditioner’s fan. It made me curse and ran towards it. “Shit!”The employee also lurched forward to help me get them. She kept raining me with questions if I am okay, or why I have not noticed my paperwork. I just kept nodding because I just want everything to be organized, and yet I a messing it all up. “What about your coffee, ma’am?” the female employee asked me again innocently.“Fuck…” I murmured and dropped all of the paperwork on my table. “Why is my day doing this to me?”Without wasting time, I approached the coffee mach
"Wow, congratulations, Jill! Highest ka sa reporting, ah?" komento ng isang kaklase ko nang magsabay kami sa paglalakad sa kalsada. "Ang galing mo rin kasing mag-English. Nakakadugo sa ilong, alam mo iyon?"Tinawanan ko lang siya. "Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit sa English ko pa kung pwede naman sa delivery of speech, ate," aniko. "Pero thank you po!"Hoooo, nakakapagod kahit isang klase lang ngayong hapon. Marami kasing tanong ang instructor namin sa MSTE-1 tungkol sa topic ng reporting ko, at dahil ayokong mapahiya ay sinagutan ko lahat ng iyon kagaya ng pinag-aralan ko kagabi. I have always been competitive when it comes to academics without creating competitions against anyone. Gusto ko lang na mataas ang grades ko at malayo sa posibilidad na bumagsak ako. Nasa college na ako, kaya kailangan kong pagbutihan, lalo na at kasali ako sa scholarship program ng Cornelia Foundation College. Kumaway ako sa kaklase ko sa second year na pumunta sa waiting shed kung saan ang bus stop. Ako
I don’t know if I am just being paranoid that I keep noticing the vice chairman slowly having a fondness in hanging out with me. He would just casually arrive in front of my apartment, because he would like to watch movies and cook meals in the kitchen. And even if I am working late at night in front of my laptop, I could see him falling asleep on my sofa while hugging my squared pillow.“Want some coffee?”I looked up and saw Darwin who is placing a hot mug that contained black coffee just beside my laptop. I hung my jaw and looked around in the lobby, discerning if some employees are watching us, and thankfully, they are busy.“Mr. Montenegro,” I called him with almost shutting my eyes in fluster when I turned to him. “You have to understand that you are not supposed to do this.”He frowned and sighed boredly. “Let me guess; because you are my secretary and it is not my job to serve you on the other hand,” he said and crossed his arms. “But this does not concern anyone, Jill. You ar