MISHA DIDN’T RESIST with the first kiss so there was no reason to resist now. She could hear some protestation from a little corner in her mind but her heart quickly shushed it down—there was no doubt now that she had fallen for Soren. And who could blame her? Soren had been nothing but a knight-in-shining-armour in her eyes. There were nasty rumors about him but she wasn’t seeing or even sensing those rumors every time they were together. No hints at all that they were true. All she could see were his kindness and his sincerity and his concerns for her. No indications of him as a drug addict, a liar, a kleptomaniac and a sex addict. How could someone so neat, so decent and polite be a drug and sex addict? And he hadn’t lied to her, not even the whitest of lies, or stole from her. Her purse was him for the taking and it should have evoked all the kleptomaniac tendencies in him but he immediately returned it to her, even though it was raining, even though he knew that he wasn’t welco
MISHA WANTED TO laugh as Soren’s face darkened a bit with confusion.She playfully pressed his nose with her finger. “Don’t tell me you believe it?” Misha told him.“Why not?” He held her finger and kissed its tip.“Jesus, Soren, haven’t you looked in a mirror?”Soren wanted to grimace as confusion flashed again in his eyes.“You are the spitting image of your father,” she said. “That’s why I immediately had an idea on who you might be when we first met.”“Oh, okay,” he said, his face still a bit bothered, and she didn’t know why. He still had doubts that what she said—that he might be adopted—could be true? Unbelievable, he looked a younger version of his father. But then, what was wrong with being adopted these days? Nothing, as long as your parents loved you. Oof, his father obviously wasn’t that enamored with Soren, probably the reason why he was so eager to latch on to what she uttered. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the evidence that he was his father’s son was too strong. Any j
“WHO’S THAT?” MISHA asked and Soren wanted to smile when the smile on her face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a raised eyebrow.“Who?”“The owner of the voice, the one who called you darling.” He wanted to delay answering to tease her and make her a little more jealous—her wanting-to-frown face was so cute— but he couldn’t. “It’s my mom,” he said.“Your mom?” Her voice suddenly softening. Before he could answer, his mother approached him and kissed him on the cheek.“Who are you talking to?” his mother asked while looking at his phone.“Misha,” he said.“Hi, Misha,” his mother greeted Misha on his phone.“H-hello, ma’am,” Misha greeted back, her voice now sounding shy and awkward.“Who’s she?” his mother turned to him.“I’ll tell you later,” he answered and turned to Misha. “I’ll just have a little conversation with my mom. I’ll call you later.”“Okay,” she said and disappeared from his cell phone screen.He led his mother to a couch where she gracefully sat, putting her e
“HE THINKS I’M not his son,” Soren found himself repeating his mother’s word, in a ghastlier tone, for lack of words to say.To say that he was stunned would be the understatement of the year. But then, he quickly collected himself. His father was not the most considerate man in the world and could sometimes be real tactless when it came to expressing his opinions. Didn’t his father agree with Andrew and Kayla’s accusations against him without looking for an iota of proof? He couldn’t remember a time when his father tried to talk to him to verify those rumors. What he could remember was his father, on a newspaper interview, remarking that, yes, his youngest son who was named Soren could sometimes really be a bit naughty. Was it naughty the word he used or nasty?After that, Soren never attempted to read any article or interview again about his father.“Yes, he had that suspicion,” his mother said, her voice sounding a bit weary.“Had?” he said.“He now believes you’re his son.”“Reall
“KAYLA SENT YOU a friend request?” Soren asked, skeptical.“Yes.”“Are you sure it’s really her, probably a poser.”“The profile name says Kayla Cortez and Andrew and some of your relatives are friends with the account.”“That’s not an assurance that it’s an authen—”“It has five thousand friends, the maximum limit for friends, and it’s active for the last six years,” she interrupted him. “An imposter can’t fool that many people. And her friends are commenting on the posts like she’s the real deal.”“But do you know each other?”“I don’t know her personally and haven’t met her and I haven’t been on her Facebook account.”“Do you have common friends? On Facebook, I mean.”“I already checked it. No, we don’t.”“How did she know you?”“I don’t know,” Misha answered. “Maybe you can ask her.”“We don’t talk to each other.”“Yes, of course, I forgot.”He turned quiet for a few moments. “It only means that she looked for your account,” he said afterwards. ‘And it also means that it won’t en
MISHA HESITATED AS she was about to open Kayla’s message on her Message Request inbox to see the photos she sent. She remembered Soren’s advice again—ignore. Everything that Kayla would tell her and show her would anyway just be lies, like the rumors she was spreading against Soren. She thought of deleting Kayla’s message but changed her mind. She stood up and placed the phone on the bedside table again. She went back to bed to continue to try sleeping, although she knew that the fly, the bee and the mosquito that Kayla had sent would be back to pester her and deprive her of sleep.Ignore everything about Kayla, she planted in her mind, and closed her eyes. But a thought occurred to her as she was already feeling sleepy. What if she told Soren about it and listen to what he was going to say about it? Maybe, he’d just tell him again to just ignore it. Or maybe, he’d tell her to look at the pictures. Anyway, Kayla wouldn’t know that she peeked at them, unless she would reply to her mess
MISHA GASPED AND covered her mouthed the moment she saw the four pictures that Kayla had sent her. The photos unmistakably showed Soren kissing another girl. He was sitting while the girl was standing in front of him, leaning towards him, their lips locked in a seemingly passionate kiss. And the date on the photos showed that they were taken during the time that she and Soren were already friends.The first thing that crossed her mind was to send the photos to Soren and then call him up and break up with him—that was how angry she was. She was about to do that when she noticed something. The man was Soren, yes, and he was kissing another girl but the girl was also familiar.“Cindy,” she gasped and whispered.Yes, it was indeed Cindy. And she actually saw this kissing scene live, as it happened inside a coffee shop owned by Soren. It was passionate, yes, but only on Cindy’s part. She saw with her own eyes how disconcerted Soren was, and the kiss was quick, which the photos wouldn’t tel
“ANSWER ME! WHAT do you want?” Misha screamed again at her phone when the person on the other line remained quiet.“Is this Misha?” asked the female voice from the other line.“Yes,” she said, her voice voice a tad lower this time but still tense, “What do you want?”“What is happening?”Misha’s eyebrows both rose. “You are what is happening?”“Misha, this is Maggie.”“Yes, I know you—what?”“This is Maggie. I’m using my sister’s cell phone because my I lost my cell phone.”“Maggie?”“That’s what I’ve been telling you.”“Oh, I thought you were—““Who?”“Kayla.”“Kayla who?”“Soren’s sister… estranged sister.”“You seem eager to strangle her. What happened?”She told Maggie what Kayla had been doing—the friend request, the text messages and the pictures. She even sent Maggie the photos.“I don’t know why she’s harassing me,” Misha said, exasperated. “I don’t think she knows I’m Soren’s girlfriend, unless those who know have told her.”“I didn’t. How could I? I don’t know her.”“I know
SOREN SHOOK HIS HEAD as the elevator door opened. What was he thinking making love with Misha? They went here in this hotel so they could avoid the flood. They wouldn’t even need a bed as they could spend the next hours sitting on a couch waiting for the rain to stop.Or maybe, he could ask Misha to reveal to him her secret—if her secret was huge, it surely would take hours for him to process it and the rain and the flood would have long been gone by the time.“Do we really need to get a room?” Misha asked him while they were walking at the hallway. “We can just stay at the coffee shop.”“We can’t stay there for three to four hours,” he said. “The owner might think we’re up to something,” he joked.“Then, we transfer to another restaurant.”“I didn’t think of that,” he said. “But too late for now, we already have a room.” He stopped in front of a room. “Okay, here it is,” he said and opened it with the key card. He stepped inside with Misha walking behind her.It was just a single ro
“YOU HAVE A secret,” Soren said, his tongue pushing, forcing those words out of his mouth.“I do,” Misha said bashfully, her face threatening to redden.And what secret could that be? If Soren would take into consideration the conversation he just had with Ellis, he should already have an idea what that secret might be, and he vacillated on whether he would allow Misha to reveal it to him, or that they should just proceed with his proposal. If that was Misha’s secret, he really didn’t need to know about it or confirm it—he’d still marry her and bury that secret in the past. A dozen dark secrets from her would not hinder him from marrying her, but if divulging it to him would make her breathe easier, he was ready to listen to her.“What is it?” he asked and held his breath.“It’s embarrassing,” she said.He swallowed an imaginary lump in his throat.“You look nervous,” she noticed and chuckled.He chuckled, too. “It’s because don’t know what secret you’re going to tell me,” he said and
“WHAT?” SOREN ASKED, although he clearly heard what Ellis said. He was thinking that he just used the wrong word.Rape?That word would never crop out in a conversation about Misha.“Somebody asked me if I know that Misha was allegedly raped in the past.”“Are you serious?”“So you didn’t know?”“I didn’t,” he said.“But is it true?” Ellis asked, he paused and then he added, “You don’t have to answer it.”“No, I will answer it,” Soren said, he wasn’t sure if he’d be amused or annoyed or would be angry. “It’s not true.” If something like that had happened to Misha, he was sure she would tell him about it. “Who told you about it?”“It doesn’t really matter, he only read it on social media, so it’s just a rumor, which is possibly not true,” Ellis said. “I can give you the link if you want.”“Please do,” he said.“I’ll send it to you later. Is Misha aware of it? That some people are spreading nasty rumors against her?’“I don’t think so,” Soren said. “She’s with me right now. If she’s awa
SOREN LOOKED STRAIGHT into Kayla’s eyes and she didn’t blink, and there was no denying that he could sense sincerity in her words—and it was blowing his mind. He had always thought that the word sincerity was never in her vocabulary. “You want to go Misha’s house and talk to her parents and convince them that all these rumors against me were all baseless?” he asked her just to make things really clear.“Yes,” she answered without hesitation.He smiled wryly. “I don’t think that’s possible,” he said.“What’s not possible?”“Them letting you inside their house.”“Even when my intentions are good?”“Even when your intentions will save the world from all evil things,” he said matter-of-factly. “Her father might choke you… I mean, well, he might not, I mean, he won’t, because that would send him to jail, but I’m just trying to illustrate how angry he is with you and I’m sure he’d do something that will show the magnitude of his anger towards you, not just in a physical way. And her mother
“Kayla and Brix?” Misha repeated what Soren said. “The Kayla and Brix?”“Yes, the infamous duo,” he answered. “They’re already at the living room as we speak.”“What do they want?” she asked, her voice sounding alarmed.“I haven’t spoken to them but neither looked combative.”They’re treacherous,” she said. “They would look calm in front of you, say nice things, so they will drop your guard down and then they will put out their knives and attack you.”“Wow,” he muttered. “That’s… that’s imaginative.”“I mean, why would Brix go there if they mean no harm? Brix is her attack dog. If Kayla wants just some conversation, she would go alone. If she wants someone punched, he’d bring Brix along.”‘I don’t know,” he said. “I will talk to them.”“Maybe you should call the police first.”“He chuckled. “They haven’t done any crime, Misha.”“But I suspect that they will.”“If they mean to harm me, why would Kayla go with Brix?” he said. “Brix can do the job alone, there’s no need to incriminate he
“Hello.”Misha wanted to smile the moment she heard Soren’s voice from the other line. It was just one word, and still it was enough to convey massive amount of loneliness and frustration. His past “hellos” to her calls used to happily jump into her ear and dance inside it; now it just sounded sad, like it wanted to just curl up inside her ear and sob .“Hi, are you still driving?” she asked him.“No, I’m home.”“And Cindy?”“I dropped her off at a mall.”“How was she?”“Disappointed,” he said. “But she really wanted to help, so she’s planning to talk to Vera, maybe, Vera talking to your parents would do some good. At least, everything she’d say about working for Kayla wouldn’t be hearsay, and she might have really incriminating evidence.”“Yes,” she agreed, “that would be good.”“So,” he breathed hard, “what’s the verdict?’ Are you calling me to say we should call it quits for real this time? Would this be our last conversation?”And Misha thought she would never be this happy hearin
Misha’s father took the phone from his wife’s hands and looked at the screen.Misha watched her father’s expression become grimmer by the second. And after a minute, he returned the phone to Ruth and glared at Soren, who looked helpless at the moment, like a defendant in a court waiting if the judge would set him free or give him a life sentence. Worse, Soren didn’t know what his crime was. Misha grabbed the phone from Ruth and looked at the screen: YouTube was splashed on it and there was a video which thumbnail was of a man who resembled Soren. No, it was indeed Soren. She clicked Play and watched it. “Get out of my house!” her father ordered Soren, his voice firm.Soren stood up and looked at Misha. “What is it?” he asked her.Cindy stood beside Soren.Misha stood up, grabbed Soren’s hand and pulled him. “It’s a video of you making a punching bag out of another man,” she told him softly while she was leading him to the door, still holding his hand while her other hand held Ruth’s
SOREN HAD ANTICIPATED that Cindy might change her mind and that he shouldn’t leave her even for a one second, it was just that he couldn’t, for the life of him, reject or delay Misha’s phone call. If somebody else was calling, he wouldn’t even touch his phone and just let it ring or reject it outright.He was reaching for his phone in his pocket, thinking of trying to see if he had someone in his contacts that might have Cindy’s phone number, while re-entering his shop. He got his phone out and was about to put it on his ear when he saw someone approaching a table—Cindy. She sat back at the table, noticed him and smiled at him.He walked briskly towards her. “I thought you left,” he said as he sat in front of her.“I just went to the rest room,” she said.“Yeah, of course,” he said, smiling and feeling relieved, like a mountain had been dislodged off his chest. He exhaled lightly and said, as casual as he could, “I want you to come with me.”And there was an immediate apprehension on
“WHY WOULD KAYLA want my photos?” Soren asked Cindy.“Not just any photos,” she answered. “Kayla wants sensitive ones, like a girl kissing you.”“Like when you kissed me?” he asked, his voice sombre.And she blushed immensely. “Yes,” she said. “Kayla wants some photos that will show you that you’re not nice.”“So you’re also working for Kayla?”“No,” she quickly denied, fidgeting. “It was Vera who dared me to kiss you. I didn’t know then that she was working for Kayla, I swear. She knew you’re one of my crushes… she said she’d treat me… take to a bar if I’d do it… I’m so sorry about that.” She reached for her pocket. ‘I have pictures when we were in the bar that day on my phone, me and Vera… I can show it to you…”Soren’s phone rang while she still was reaching for her phone.He reluctantly picked his phone from his pocket. But his eyes widened as he saw who was calling him—it was Misha.He immediately stood up, signalling at Cindy with his hand for her to stay at her seat—tio which s