We were getting ready for our next flight two hours from now. This time, it would be from China to Hongkong, and we'll be staying at the latter for another couple of days.
As we prepared ourselves and packed our things, I asked Rina and Zoey again if none of them gave their key card to someone, and if none of them took care of me the night we got drunk. I knew I've asked this for more than five times today, but I wanted to ask again, just to make sure.
Caroline's words that seem like a riddle still made me think about it when I am not doing anything, hence, I kept myself busy since she said that so I wouldn't think too much about it.
Rina looked at me, resigned. "You've asked that for how many times now and again, Zhanaia, no, I didn't give my key card to anyone and I didn't take care of you that night. I mean, how would I? I was enjoying the night out with Cristopher. Hell, he's one of a kind. I loved his performance!"
"Are you sure that spending a day with him is a good idea?" I asked. I heard her sigh from the other line. "For your well-being, definitely not. But if you really want to solve the mystery between Gin and Dion, well, yes." When he asked me if we can spend the rest of the day together, I said yes. And now, here I am, in one of the comfort rooms, talking to my best friend, asking if I did the right decision. I knew I was taking longer than usual here, but I was still contemplating whether to continue with this one or not. But that would be so harsh of me if I change my mind. "You know what, Zhanaia, the more you spend time with someone, the more you get to know them. And if you will be observant enough, you will find out what he is hiding." "Really?" "Hmm. Just don't be dumb not to notice the things that will connect him to Dion, make a mental note, and then we'll talk about them when we see aga
CHAPTER 12 Spending a day with Gin Montero at Hong Kong Disneyland wasn't bad at all. I had fun, he was fun to be with. He was full of energy and negativity seemed to be strictly unwelcomed when you are with him. We spend the rest of the day strolling and buying some souvenirs. And as expected from gentlemen, they won't let a woman pay. He took care of everything, from the tickets, even the souvenirs I bought, he paid all for them. I didn't have a chance to get even a single cash in my wallet. By sunset, we rode the Disney-themed MTR to relax. It gave me a chance to have a glance at the Disneyland resort in which I planned to have a vacation soon. As the MTR delivered us to our destination, we watched the sunset through the windows which were inspired by Mickey Mouse's head. Then, after the MTR ride, we rode another one back to the main park which made me chuckle. He actually planned to ride two times just for me to see the res
CHAPTER 13 "Uhm, Gin," "Zhanaia," I felt hot all over when he moaned my name as his lips traveled down on my neck. My hands gripped his shirt as his hand skimmed down my legs and caressed it, while the other one went inside my blouse. My skin tingled when our skin touched, his slightly calloused hand started sliding up till it reached the wire of my bra. He moved his hand higher till it reached my bra cup and skimmed his thumb and forefinger, I felt my nipples sprung to welcome them. A soft moan escaped my lips when he tugged my nipple and I arched my back as my mouth parted. Then his other hand gently dragged my blouse up to my neck and pushed my bra cup down. I knew I should be stopping him from what he was doing, but for a reason, I didn't. I liked it anyway, his touch, his lips, and the way he moaned my name, and the sensation he was making me feel. It has been a long time since the last ti
I felt someone kissing the top of my head as I slowly purred awake. Instantly, my arms searched for something to hug, as I was used to sleeping while hugging a pillow or a stuffed toy. When I felt someone beside me, I immediately hugged it and felt that it's a naked torso. Memories of last night came to my mind, slowly, one by one as if a movie trailer. That instantly brought a smile to my face and I purred again, then I heard him chuckle as he continuously showered me with morning kisses. "Good morning, sweetheart," his morning voice completed my day in an instant. Sweetheart. Ah, yea. I pushed all those dramas away and let him call me with the endearment that Dion used to call me before. I knew it could backfire on me someday, but who cares of what might happen tomorrow, I wanted to enjoy what this day could offer and will try my best to grab each chance I'd have. "Morning, babe," I greeted back.&
"Oh my god, you two had a sex?" I nodded and her eyes widen and even more. "And you are saying, it wasn't just once, but you had several rounds during the night and the morning after? You two even took a shower together?" When I nodded for the ninth time around, Caroline's jaw fell in an utter shock. She wasn't expecting that I would do such an act, well, neither I wasn't expecting for that to happen, but yea, it did. "Gosh, Zhanaia, how?" I took another sigh and started telling her from the beginning till the afternoon he drove me back to the hotel. And while I was story-telling her what happened, she was in shock. It was visible in her face that she was trying to digest every single word I say. Of course, I didn't tell her too much information such as detailing what we did on his bet. We had sex, that's it and I'm not gonna tell her more. I wasn't the teen Zhanaia eight years ago who d
Awkwardness covered the five of us as we stared at each other. Even so, my heart was swelling in happiness when the thought that Gin came here to see me came to my mind. Caroline on the other hand tensed, her mouth parted in shock as she stared at Francis. Heartly was just silent as she looked at us, her brows were creased in confusion. We were all in silence, no one dared to talk, only the sound from the speakers announcing departures and arrivals, and the people around the wide hall can be heard. We were like that for a while when Heartly spoke hesitantly to break the silence. I blinked for a while, the three of them realized too what we were doing. Francis laughed awkwardly. "Hi," he greeted. I forced a smile though I felt Caroline was still tensed. Gin then walked towards me and pulled me in his arms and the awkwardness between the two of us broke as we felt the intensity of longing. Ah, I think my body grew fond of
Just like what happened to us before we parted ways back in Hongkong, we shared a steamy hot sex the moment the door shut behind us. We were all over the bed and we were so loud, I think this was what they called a makeup sex. Once we both came, Gin collapsed beside me and immediately fell asleep. Knowing he was tired because he had just come from an hour-long flight and our lovemaking, I let him sleep as I stood up and went out of the bed. I reached for his luggage and searched for his t-shirt and wore it and then I started unpacking his things. An hour later, I was done putting his clothes in the closet. He mentioned to me a while ago that he would be here a week and he wanted to spend that whole week with me. After that, he would be back in Montreal to focus on sorting out the preparations his company would make for opening its first branch in the Philippines. He even asked me if I wanted to come with him once he go to the Philippines, I told hi
When Gin woke up, I was already done in the shower and preparing the dining table for the meal I prepared. He was checked-in in a VIP suite with a complete package, a bedroom, a small living room, bathroom, and a small kitchen with a dining table that was good for four-person. He stared at what I prepared in awe before he waked beside me and kissed my forehead. I smiled and urged him to sit so we can eat as long as the meal was still hot and newly cooked. Of course, I prepared a soup for him in case of a jet lag. "Ah, yea, jet lag plus this damn headache that makes everything seem to be spinning." "Do you want an Advil?" I asked. He shook his head, "No, I don't drink Advil. I have a prescribed med for headaches." Prescribed meds? But I didn't see any doctor's prescription in his satchel or perhaps I didn't notice? Maybe it was on a secret pocket or something, I'll try to look for it once I have another chan
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's"Mom, is dad coming home early tonight?"I looked at Louis, Gin and I's seven years old son who looked so adorable with his coconut-style hair and the bangs were on the side. I stared at him for a while as he put his elbow on my legs as a support for his weight while looking at me, waiting for my answer.Dom Louis C. Montero got his father's ocean blue eyes, the shape of his nose, and lips. He only got my brownish hair and some attitudes, but aside from that, he resembled Gin in everything. I remember my husband's face when he realized that Louis looked like him as he grow up, he was sulking by then."Argh, I actually wished to have an eldest daughter who would look like you, not the other way around. I don't want you to see anyone who looks like me,""Wow, Gin, are you jealous of our son?"I was bemused when he crossed his arms on his chest while pouting and that's when I realized he was indeed jealous of our son. Oh
Dionysus Dausel/Gin Montero's"Good morning, Mr. Montero, your meeting will start in five minutes.""Noted about that, Karen. Please, inform my wife that I might come home late. And remind her to take care and not to move around too much,""Will do that, Sir. Anything else?""Thank you but that's all. You may go back to your desk now."Karen, my secretary nodded as she stepped out of my office. When she was out of my sight, I took a deep breath and stared at the screen of my laptop where spreadsheet after spreadsheet and documents after documents were open. The spreadsheets were about financial reports while the documents were mostly proposals and contract drafts.As the years passed by, Gracious Express did good, and now we have hundreds of branches around the globe. It was all about hard work and of course, teamwork with Francis who was the co-CEO, and the other members of the company. My wife also contributed with this one,
CHAPTER 52If someone would tell me years ago that the time will come when I will marry the man I met eight years ago despite the pain he inflicted in me, despite the cheatings, and lies that he has done, I would probably laugh it off. Who would marry a man who has done so much to you for eight years? Certainly no one.But then, here I was, standing in front of a huge mirror with a wide smile on my face. I looked at the woman in the mirror and she too was smiling from ear to ear. Of course, the woman in the mirror was my reflection, an ecstatic woman because she would finally marry the man that she loves.Looking at myself, I didn't know I'll be able to be this beautiful. It has just been a month since Dion— Gin proposed and now we're marrying. Because of their connections, we were able to arrange everything in just a month; including my wedding gown that was worth a million dollars.Dad and Dion insisted that my wedding gown should be designed by t
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's It has been a couple of months now since I was discharged from the hospital and since everything happened. It has been a couple of months as well since I gave Gin the last chance and told him that my forgiveness wouldn't be that easy to get this time. When I was discharged from the hospital, he was left since he still needed to be monitored, but after three days, he was discharged as well, and then his courtship, well, according to him, started. My family didn't seem to be surprised with his actions, daily visits with flowers, and all that things that suitors usually brought. Though he was only giving me artificial flowers as I told him to do because when he gave me a fresh rose, I felt nausea. My pregnancy hormones didn't like its smell. I also noticed how he became close with Zhairo and I found out that Gin already explained everything to him and Zhairo was now giving him chance as well. They were back to their clos
"You sure about this, Gin?" Francis asked when I told him my plan. I nodded without hesitation and sighed in resign, "If you say so," "Just do it, Francis, and then leave the rest to me. I want to make this right before proving to Zhanaia that I am now ready to start a new life with her and our baby. One where there were no secrets, one where we would talk about things first and won't decide hastily without talking to each other." "Woah, you are being too deep now. Is that really what babies do to men? Aside from love, babies are what make us more responsible and mature?" I shrugged, "Maybe, yes, because that's what happening to me now." "Then, I'll wait for the time when I will finally become a better person because of a baby." "You don't need to have a baby to be a better person though, you can do it now." He shook his head, "I'm still enjoying being a jerk, sleeping and dating
Dionysus Dausel's/Gin Montero's Zhanaia was someone I never deserved to have, yet heaven gave her to me, and here I was, hurting her in more ways than one. Yet, despite everything that I did, she still gave me chances that I didn't deserve any more. But this time, with her tone, I knew she wasn't joking around. She was serious that this would be the last chance she was giving to fix everything about us. And I should start fixing my shits, it would be better as well to make sure that Ayana won't come in our way anymore. Though it was clear to her that there wasn't anything going on between us, it was clear to her that what happened at the sex party doesn't mean anything. But then, it would be better to make sure that she won't come and cause conflict with us anymore. I looked at Zhanaia who was now eating another set of waffles. Her family left food in the refrigerator for her, mostly sweets because that was what she was craving during her pr
We were seated across each other for a while now. He was in the wheelchair while I was on the bed. No one talked, no one said even a single word, we were in pure silence, only our breathing could be heard. We were both waiting for each other to talk but looked like it would be me who's going to talk first as I couldn't bear the silence anymore. And with that, I took a deep breath and broke the silence. "First and foremost, how should I address you?" I asked which caught him off guard. He blinked, "H-huh?" "How should I call you? I met you eight years ago as Dion and now, I met you again as Gin. You have told me that your former identity has been dissolved, therefore you shouldn't be called Dion but why was dad still calling you like that?" Realization registered on his face as he got what I was trying to say. He took a deep breath and leaned back, tilting his head on the side as he looked at me. "People nowa
Caroline's words then played in my head as if on an old tape. Gin was confined in the room next to mine because his Brain Hemorrhage attacked again. And then slowly, my mind came back to what he said when we talked about what happened to him during those eight years that we were away. He said that he didn't want to come back knowing he might be attacked with his illness and there was a possibility that he would leave me again because of it. That was why he decided not to contact me anymore but then Destiny played with him and we met again out of plan. Instantly, the pain and anger I was feeling melted again and I felt the urge to see him. I told my parents about it but they just looked at me, silent for a while then shook their heads. "What? But why? I want to see him, he's just in the room next to mine, please, let me see him." I pleaded. And it was Zhairo who spoke to tell me, "Visitors are not yet allowed, Zhanaia. He
Sweet Zhanaia Camince's I woke up and instantly, the smell of medicine evaded my nostrils and the white, blank ceiling of the hospital room welcomed me. Then slowly, what happened before I lost consciousness came back to me and played in my head repeatedly. And the pain of seeing Dion enjoying the kiss of Ayana stabbed me again but it wasn't the one that made me jolt up and didn't mind the sudden spin of my surroundings. The scene when I saw blood dripping down from my thighs horrified me and I went cold in nervousness. I looked at my tummy as I put my hand on it and looked around to ask for help but no one was around. But it didn't take long before the hospital door swung open and dad entered. And immediately, I stood up, didn't minding the dextrose on my arm. "Dad, help me! My baby!" I exclaimed in pure nervousness. A nurse came with him and guided me back on the bed but I was insisting for dad to help me because the thou