My Sweet Seduction

I WENT STRAIGHT home to the condo and poured out the pain and resentment at what had happened in the church. I took off my gown. My smile was bitter when I threw it in the trash can. I went into the bathroom and let the water from the shower flow into my body. At the same time, abundant tears flowed. I was like that for an hour before I thought of getting dressed. I slowly lay down on the bed, thinking about what had happened at church, causing tears to fall again down my cheeks. I could feel nothing but the pain in my heart. I woke up to hear Cindy and Mommy knocking outside. They begged me to open the door. Until the noise outside disappears. Maybe they were tired, or maybe they chose to give me time to be alone. *** I WOKE UP because of the sunlight hitting my face. I just fell asleep with the window of my room open. I got up and prepared myself to go to the office today, though I already file a leave for the wedding, which did not happen. “Margaux, why are you here? You should rest first.” There was a shock in Karen’s voice, my secretary. “I will go crazy if I just mumble in my condo. Besides, I still have a lot to do. There will be holidays again,” I said. I was wearing sunglasses, so she didn’t pay attention to my puffy eyes. I went straight to my office. “Are you really okay?” she asked worriedly. I just smiled at her and removed the sunglasses before facing the papers on my desk. “Margaux, if you need someone to talk to, please do not hesitate to call me,” she said in a low voice. “I’m okay, Karen. I just don’t want to talk about what happened. I’ll call you when I need something,” I told her. “Okay,” she answered and then left my office. I began working. I don’t want to free my brain for a moment. Until the intercom on my desk rang. “Lester is on the line. You want to talk to him?” said Karen on the other line. I closed my eyes firmly before answering. “I’ll talk to him.” “Hello?” said Lester on the other line, but I did not answer. How my heart broke when I heard his voice. “Margaux, can we talk?” My tears flowed. “Baby, I love you . . . I know you know that. Something just happened that I couldn’t make it to our wedding. Please, I need to talk to you,” he said, begging. “Babe?” I took a deep breath before speaking. “Okay. Let’s talk after office hours.” Then I quickly dropped the call. The day ended quickly, which I barely realized because I made myself busy. “It’s Lester again,” Karen said on the intercom. I pressed the enter button. “Hello?” “I’m outside your office,” he said. “Okay, I’m going down.” I didn’t bother to fix myself like I used to. I didn’t put lipstick and blush on. When I came out of the building, I immediately saw Lester leaning against his car. My chest throbbed loudly. He was wearing a white V-neck shirt, bleached jeans, and rubber shoes. Looks like he just finished taking a bath but forgot to shave. He also appears to be sleep-deprived, as seen by the dark circles beneath his eyes. Despite that, he was still handsome. I also noticed that he was holding a cigarette. When he noticed me, he immediately threw away the cigarette he was holding and greeted me. He would have kissed me on the cheek, but I quickly avoided it. “What else are we going to talk about?” I said in irritation. “Let’s talk in some other place,” he said in a low tone. He guided me into his car. “No, thanks,” I firmly refused. “I better use my car.” He had no choice but to agree, so I went to a restaurant using my car. “What do you want to eat?” he asked as we sat down. “Just water,” I answered even though my stomach was boiling earlier. I’m hungry, but I don’t want to be with him for long. “Marg, baby . . .” He held my hand resting on the table. “Don’t you f*cking call me that!” I said emphatically and pulled my hands. “Look, Margaux . . . I’m sorry for what I did. Something unexpected happened yesterday,” he said while shaking. “My God, Lester, I thought we both wanted this ever since I said yes to you. You simply threw away what we had for over three years!” I spat. “Believe me, I really want to spend the rest of my life with you . . .” he said in a low voice, then took my hand again and laid a soft kiss there. I stared at him intently. From my viewpoint, he was still attractive. His eyes are black, he has a sharp nose, and his lips are crimson. Adonis-like in appearance. Suddenly the pain in my heart changed. I didn’t want to cry in front of Lester, but my tears were about to fall. “Please tell me, Les . . . What happened between us? Where is your promise that you would not hurt me? Our parents were hurt too because of what you did!” Tears welled up in my eyes. “Shh, please don’t cry, babe.” He wiped away my tears. “Stop it! Bullsh*t!” I shouted and yanked his hand away from my face, which caused us to get the attention of other customers. “Please, baby, just give me one more chance. I can fix this. I promise!” “I don’t want to hear any reason why you didn’t come to our wedding. I guess this will be the end of our relationship. After all, we can never get everything back to normal because you already broke us!” I got up and went out of the restaurant. “Margaux!” Lester chased after me, and when he reached out, he grabbed my arm tightly. “Let go of me!” I violently grabbed my arm. “No, Margaux. We haven’t finished yet. Come inside again, please . . .” he begged as if he was running out of patience. “There’s nothing between us, Lester! We’re through!” I said in my cold voice. “I will not allow you to leave me. I’m just asking you for a little time for me to fix this problem I got into. Believe me, after this, in any church, I will marry you. Please, baby. . .” His voice is gentler, but that is not enough to touch my heart. I slapped him hard on the cheek. “F*ck you! I'm not a dog you can leave somewhere and come back to at any time!” I shouted. “You are my first love, my first boyfriend, and the person I wanted to spend the rest of my life with,” I continued. I don’t care if people outside the restaurant look at us. “I gave you everything, but it’s not enough! It’s just a pain because you are the first one I love, but you are also the first one to destroy me.” Tears fell down my face. I deeply regretted crying in front of him, so I quickly wiped away the tears before turning around to run to my car.

I DROVE THE car away from the restaurant. I don’t want to stay there for long because I might just swallow everything I said and flatter Lester’s sweet words. I didn’t want to go home, so I decided to go to a resto-bar. For a time, I’d want to forget about it. I chose to sit on the stool right in front of the bartender. “One tequila, please,” I said. “Yes, ma’am!” A few minutes later, the bartender put down the tequila shot glass, which I immediately drank straight. “One more, please!” I ignored the lemon in front of me. What could be more bitter than how I feel? Even if I suck a lemon and taste the salt, nothing can beat my already broken heart. “Here, ma’am,” he politely said when he gave me another shot. Again, I drank straight. I asked for more until I felt dizzy. “W-waiter, one more, please,” I whispered. My eyes were blurry. The bartender shook his head before taking a glass. When he tried to reach for the glass, a hand grabbed it from me and drank it explicitly. “Hey! That’s my drink!” I said between hiccups. “You’re drunk,” a man said in his baritone voice. I chuckled and slowly lifted my head to look at him. “And who the hell are you?” I slurred. I also made a few blinks. I couldn’t see him very clearly because of the glare from the lights. But he looks tall. His jaw was prominent and perfectly sharp. When our eyes met, my heart throbbed. “Where do you live? I’ll take you home,” he softly said. “Who are you to take me to my house, huh?!” I exclaimed, nudging at his broad chest. I noticed that he was physically strong. “You’re drunk. You can’t drive on your own,” he replied. He looked at the bartender before he took money from his pocket. “Keep the change.” He handed me the payment and then confronted me again. “Let’s go. I will take you home,” he said with authority this time. Because I was drunk, I could do nothing but go with him. But before we could leave, we met Lester, who was obviously shocked to see us. “Baby, what happened?” The expression on Lester’s face immediately changed when he saw the man with me. “What did you do to my girlfriend, huh?!” Then he suddenly punched the man with me, who immediately backed away because of what he had done. My jaw dropped. It was as if cold water had been poured on me because of what had happened. “Stop it, Lester!” But the man with me returned the punch, causing Lester to fall to the floor. Lester would have retaliated, but I intervened between the two of them. “F*ck! I said stop!” I shouted again with all my might. “Margaux, don’t you see? That man wants to take advantage of you!” Lester shouted back. “He just wanted to take me home,” I explained. D*mn it, why do I have to explain my side to this jerk? “And did you agree? What if he does something bad to you?!” His eyes widened, his mouth also raging with anger. The hell with his concern. “You don’t care what I do in my life anymore because we are done. You have no right to take me away from the man I want!” I said, full of rage. I didn’t wait for him to answer. I pulled the hand of the man with me out of the bar. We got straight into my car and let him drive for me after telling him where my condo was. I leaned back in my chair and quickly fell asleep. Until I felt like my shoulder was shaking by someone. I slowly opened my eyes and looked up at the guy by my side. He has a perfect pair of brown eyes that drill into mine. I couldn’t help but think, I’d never seen such eyes with so much light in them. My cheeks got hot because of his stare. I cut off my gaze and slightly adjusted myself. “Where are we?” “We are here in the condominium you told me about,” he said in a hushed voice. I cleared my throat and tried my very best to look away. “Uh, yeah . . .” That’s all I said. He stepped out of the car to help me open the door. I stepped out of my car with trepidation. However, disorientation and drunkenness caused me to lose my balance. It was too late for me to regret everything because I had sunk into his wide chest. His sturdy hands held me steady by the waist while I almost hugged him. “Are you alright?” he whispered close to my ear. I did not answer immediately. How I seemed to be more intoxicated by the smell of his perfume biting into my nose. D*mn, can I just rest here for a while? His scent . . . I quickly shook my head then I pushed him away. “Yes, of course, I’m okay!” I would have walked away, but I could not stop my feet from crossing. I almost jumped when he suddenly grabbed my elbow. “You’re still drunk. Where is your unit here?” he asked without looking at me. I slowly looked down at his long fingers. His hand was warm; it made me tremble. “On the fourth floor,” I answered hoarsely. As we walked, I couldn’t help but glance at him. He is tall and definitely handsome. His hair was slightly messy, but that did not pave the way for him to reduce his strong appeal. He was making me feel hot, so I took my gaze back from him. We quickly reached my condo unit. I opened the door wide. “Come in first. Want something to drink? Coffee, water, or juice?” I asked and smiled. “Coffee would be fine,” he answered in a low voice. I quickly nodded and walked toward the kitchen. He is in the living room. When I got back, I found him turning his back and staring at the pictures of Lester and me hanging on the wall. I fake a cough before I lay the coffee on the glass table. “Here’s your coffee,” I interrupted. He turned around for a moment but turned his eyes back to the pictures. “Why? Is there something wrong with the photos?” I asked with curiosity. “No, nothing,” he said, then chuckled. I frowned. “What are you laughing at?” “I wonder why your wedding didn’t go through. It looks like you guys are perfect,” he commented before sipping the coffee I gave him and sitting on the sofa. My forehead furrowed even more. How did he know that Lester and I did not get married? “Is it in the news? Did you hear what happened?” I said, exhaling. “No,” he answered quickly, then smiled. “In that case, where did you hear about our wedding?” I asked impatiently. Honestly, I wouldn’t have asked because I don’t care anymore, but I wonder how he found out. I don’t even know him. He stood up and slowly walked closer. He was an inch away from me before I could think of blinking. “Don’t you remember me?” he whispered. I could feel his warm breath in my ear, wanting to consume the rest of my energy. “I was the one you shouted at and slapped in the middle of the road. Remember?”

MY EYES WIDENED. Anger started to stir up. “You!” At the same time, I pushed him hard as my eyes narrowed. “Hey, I have no intention of offending you,” he said. Then he smiled, which caused me to see his white teeth and his deep dimple. “Well, nice try!” I arched my brow at him. “Look, I’m sorry. I was just chasing a meeting that day,” he replied in a calm voice. I did not answer. Instead, I walked to the door and violently opened it. “You can go out now!” I said emphatically before averting my eyes. He smirked and slowly walked toward the open door. I stepped back to give him away, but he stopped right in front of me. “Thanks for the coffee,” he muttered under his breath. I remained expressionless. When I think about how stupid I looked in the middle of the road when I hit him, my annoyance with him gradually returned. “Leave,” I said with finality. I don’t care if I sounded arrogant or lacking manners, but my annoyance really rises. He took another step, and then I bowed for a moment. He took another step while his eyes were staring at me, which cause my heart to pound erratically. “Your ex-boyfriend will surely regret breaking your heart,” he said in a calm voice. I slowly looked up at him, mesmerized by his gaze. My lips parted because I want to say something but decided not to continue. “And you know what?” he started, “We look better than your ex-boyfriend.” *** MANY DAYS PASSED. I kept myself busy at work and spent my time alone at my condo. It was Sunday morning when Cindy came to visit me. “Best friend!” she shouted at me before hugging me tightly. I just laughed at what she did. “Margaux, Carrick finally proposed to me!” She was in tears as she spoke. “OMG! I am so happy for both of you!” My tears welled up before I hugged her tightly. “Margaux, we need to celebrate!” she said excitedly. Suddenly the smile faded from my lips as Lester entered my mind and the postponement of our wedding. “Hey, bestie, are you okay?” “Of course. I’m okay, and I am happy for you, bestie, so let’s celebrate!” I said delightedly. “Really? Are you really okay?” She even held my hand, then raised an eyebrow at me. “I want to celebrate your engagement with Carrick.” I smiled. We decided to go to the mall and watch a movie. Cindy cried a lot for Popoy and Basha, the leading characters of the movie. Cindy has a soft heart and is happy to be with. She never runs out of stories that made me laugh so hard. “The movie was great!” I commented while entering the shopping mall to buy some dresses and bags. Cindy treat me a dinner at a famous restaurant. So I ordered a lot of expensive food. I do not know why it seems like I want to pour all my frustrations in life into food. Maybe this is just my stress reliever. Our happy dinner was interrupted when I noticed a couple entering the restaurant entrance. My lips quivered at them as they sat at a table in the corner. My eyes warmed at what I witnessed. I also couldn’t help but stand up, which surprised Cindy. “Oh, bestie, are you done? You only eat a little, huh?” But I didn’t answer. My eyes were focused on the couple, who seems to have a sweet conversation. “My God!” Cindy exclaimed as she turned her gaze to them. “Margaux, what are you trying to do?” a warning voice from Cindy stopped me. But I just saw myself stepping closer to the pair. Lester immediately lost his color when he saw me. He also moved a little away from the woman next to him, who frowned at me. “Miss, is there a problem?” The woman raised an eyebrow at me. “To you, nothing, but to him, yes!” I said bluntly and looked at them with angry eyes. “Margaux, calm down.” I felt Cindy’s hand over my shoulder as she leaned close to me. “Please, Margaux, don’t make a scene here,” Lester said in a low tone. “Let’s talk,” I said. I walked out of the restaurant, but I fire them a sarcastic look before I could do that. “Margaux!” Lester restrained my arm when he reached the parking space. “Is she the one who took my place in your heart?!” I asked angrily. He just bent down and said nothing. “So, it’s true? You b*stard!” I shouted and slapped him hard on his face. “I am really sorry,” he said softly. He was about to hold my hand when I immediately avoided it. “Can your apology make any difference? I don’t think so,” I told him boldly and decided to return to the restaurant. “She’s pregnant!” he revealed. His words exploded like a bomb in my ears that made me stop on my track and could not move. “She’s carrying my son,” he added. I shut my eyes firmly. I feel like heaven and earth fall on me. Gradually a grain of tears fell on my cheek. “I’m sorry, Margaux.” He took my hand again as he approached me. “I’m sorry if I didn’t tell you.” His voice cracked. “She is the daughter of Mr. Mondragon, my family’s business partner. When her father found out what happened, he wanted me to take responsibility for the child; otherwise, they would cut all of the connections we have with them.” *** CINDY TOOK ME home to my condo. On our way to my condo, I silently stared out the window with so much pain in my heart. She silently turns to me while driving. “Margaux . . .” she started. “Why, Cindy? What have I done wrong in our relationship? Why do I have to be hurt like this?” Gradually, tears welled up in my eyes. “No. You have done nothing wrong. If anyone is responsible for this, that’s him!” The unspeakable anger was also evident in her voice. “He is the one who lost and not you. You do not deserve such kind of a jerk. It’s good that you know everything now.” I sighed and nodded. It has been two hours since Cindy left my unit, but I still do not feel sleepy. I will never forget the scene at the restaurant. Starting today, there will be no more tears to fall. I promised myself that that would be the last time I would cry over the same thing, and I would never be hurt again.

I MADE MYSELF busier in the office the next few days. “Bestie, is everything okay with your wedding?” I asked while slicing the grilled pork chop on my plate. Cindy invited me to have dinner outside tonight. “I’m working on your gowns. I want you to wear something a little daring,” she said while her eyes were glowing. “Don’t make it too pretty. Your brides’ maid might beat you up. You should be the only one who is beautiful there.” I chuckled. “No. Of course, my gown also looks fancy and gorgeous for me just because Carrick thinks so.” She even touched both her cheeks and then shook her head. I just rolled my eyes and continue to eat my food. “We will do the fitting of your gown this coming Saturday. Carrick’s cousin is with you to fit his too. Oh, bestie, he’s so handsome! My gosh!” she said with a red face. “Tsk. Here we go again, Cindy. I don’t want to be linked to boys yet. I want to focus on our family business,” I said with a smile. “Hmp! I just want you to enjoy your life. Also, bestie, Lawrence seems to be single now. Although, from what I heard, he’s a certified Casanova and many women are chasing and crying for him.” “So he’s a playboy.” I lightly shook my head. “Well, despite that, he’s a good catch. I met him at their family reunion, and Carrick took me to their resort,” she said, still thrilled. I just shook my head and continued eating; seems not interested at all. *** SATURDAY CAME, THE day of my gown fitting. Lucky to have a generously proportioned body, so I’m not used to dieting. I got out of the car wearing a white long sleeve polo and spaghetti top underneath. I just matched it with skinny black jeans and a white stiletto. I let my wavy hair blow over my shoulder. Wearing my sunglasses, I went straight into the boutique owned by Cindy. “Good morning, Lenny!” I greeted the receptionist at the front desk. “Good morning, Miss Margaux.” “Is Cindy already there?” “Not yet, Ma’am, but she seems to be on the way,” she answered. “Thanks!” I turned my back on her and started roaming around the boutique. I see a lot of dresses and mannequins displayed near the glass window. I can say Cindy is successful. This has always been her dream—to become a famous fashion designer. I was busy looking at the clothes when the man who had just entered the boutique caught my attention. A man in his late twenties, wearing a blue long-sleeve polo and black jeans. He slowly walked toward the front desk full of authority. I immediately frowned when I saw the man Cindy was referring to. “Hi, I’m looking for Miss Cindy Fajardo?” I heard the man ask. “Are you Mr. Lawrence Saavedra?” Lenny asked uneasily in her seat. “Yes.” “She’s on her way now. Maybe you want coffee or tea first?” she offered with a huge smile on her face. My eyebrows rose at what Lenny had done. Why didn’t she even offer me water? “No, thanks. I’ll just wait here,” the man said in a baritone voice and sat down on one of the couches there. “Okay, Sir.” Lenny’s smile immediately faded from her lips, and she returned to her working table. I secretly smiled because Lenny’s strategy did not work. *** I KEEP LOOKING at Cindy’s work, but I can’t help but return my gaze to the man who was now staring at me. I quickly divert my eyes to the gowns in front of me. Until I felt him stand up and slowly walked closer in my direction. “Hi!” he greeted. I slowly nodded. I have to admit, he is breathtakingly hot with his angular face, dark brows, expressive pair of eyes, and heart-shaped lips. I also noticed he didn’t lose his smile as he looked at me. “What’s that smile for?” I asked irritably. “Nothing. It’s just . . . what a small world!” I rolled my eyes and ignored him. His jaw tightened before turning around and walking towards the front desk. I followed her gaze as I spoke to Lenny. I think the two are getting along well with Lenny’s boisterous laughter as if they were the only person inside the boutique. I rolled my eyes again and removed my sunglasses impatiently. I started to step out of the boutique. “Ma’am Margaux, are you leaving?” Lenny asked me with a big smirk on her face. I looked at her sharply, then at the antipathetic man who seemed to lose his grin. “Yes. I will reschedule my meeting with Cindy because I have a sudden meeting,” I said. “Ah, is that so? All right, I’ll just tell Ma’am Cindy when she arrives. Just be careful,” she said. I finally went out with irritation. I opened the door of my car and rushed into it, but I just sat there. I can’t understand myself. I suddenly felt annoyed at the scene earlier. I calmed myself down before turning on the ignition but was surprised to hear a series of knocks on my car window. There, outside my car, I saw a big smile on Cindy’s face. I quickly lowered the window. “Margaux, where are you going? Aren’t you going to measure your gown now?” she asked with a wrinkled forehead. “I have a sudden meeting, so can I just reschedule it? But don’t worry, Lawrence is there,” I said firmly, not looking at her directly. “Oh my God, have you met him? What can you say? Isn’t he handsome?” she asked tremblingly. Yes, he is handsome! I whispered at the back of my head. “Ah, yes, I met him,” I replied before restarting the car engine. “Wait, are you really not going to fit your gown today?” she asked with wrinkled brows. I felt guilty because I really didn’t have a meeting to go to. I just wanted to avoid the scene earlier. “Alright, I will cancel all my meetings for today,” I said, turning off the engine again and then getting out of the car. Cindy’s face lit up, and she hugged me tightly. “Thank you so much, bestie!”

I COULD FEEL the heated stare of Lawrence behind my back. Maybe that’s the reason why I felt my face turn red as I measured the gown. I glanced at him. The heat in his eyes made me uncomfortable. “Isn’t he handsome?” the coordinator whispered to me. “That look is not my type,” I denied. “Really? But why do your eyes say otherwise?” he added. I just did not comment because I admitted what he said. After fitting the gown and measuring some more clothes, Cindy finally chose what I would wear. “Alright. You will be wearing a baby pink heart-shaped corset gown. It will definitely lift you up that night,” she said. I shook my head. “It’s okay with me even if it’s not too pompous. Besides, it’s your wedding day, not mine.” “Bestie, I want you to be the most beautiful after me because I know you deserve it. Even if you wear rags dresses, you will definitely shine,” she said as if she encouraging me. “I want you to wear my best work because you deserve it.” I smiled at what she said. I was so lucky that Cindy became my best friend. Even when we first met, I was weirded out by her because of her immaturity. “It’s lunchtime. Come on, let’s have lunch together,” said Cindy. “Lawrence, join us for lunch,” Cindy said. I darted a warning glare to Cindy, but she seemed not affected and ignored my protest. “Sure. No problem,” Lawrence responded. “Then let’s go!” Cindy said promptly, and without hesitation, she grabbed my hand out of the boutique. Cindy took us to a famous restaurant. We were already eating, but Cindy couldn’t stop her mouth from asking Lawrence. “You really love business, huh? Margaux is also concentrating on their family business. I’m sure you two will get along. Try to invite her for some dinner, maybe?” Cindy looked at me when I glared at her, but she just ignored it. “It’s good to hear that. I actually manage my own resort, and if Margaux wants to have dinner with me, then why not?” said Lawrence, whose attention was already on me. My cheeks got hot because of his hot stare. “I heard about the upcoming celebration for Collins Hotel,” he asked. “Yeah,” I replied sparingly. “Great. You and Margaux should work together for that event,” Cindy said again. “Saavedra Catering Services is well-known when it comes to big events. They serve high-class food and beverages. It’s a brilliant idea, right?” “Dad is the one who takes care of everything, but I still suggest one,” I said even though the truth is that Daddy is really the one I assigned for the event. Lawrence just nodded at me before returning to his food. Not long after, a woman approached our table. “Baby?” Lawrence was shocked. He almost choked while drinking his juice. “Terris, what are you doing here?!” he said in surprise. “Why aren’t you answering my calls? I was worried about you! That’s why I flew back here!” the woman answered slangily, and without hesitation, she pulled up a chair to sit next to Lawrence. Lawrence was unable to talk right away. He still looks shocked. I could not help but look at the woman in front of us—tall, slender body, corn-colored hair, silky complexion, and somewhat revealing clothing. She was wearing a mini skirt and a spaghetti strap top. Cindy cleared her throat to grab the attention of the visitor. “Oh, you have company!” she exclaimed. And that caught Lawrence’s attention. “Yes. By the way, this is Cindy, Carrick’s fiancée, and her friend, Margaux,” Lawrence introduced us. “This is Terris Mondragon, a friend of mine.” The woman just glanced at me before facing Cindy. “So you are the beloved fiancée of Carrick. I’m glad to finally meet you!” She grabbed Cindy’s hand. Cindy quickly drew her hand back. She seemed uncomfortable with what the woman did. “Would you mind if I join you, guys?” she excitedly said. We did not wait to answer because she already called the waiter. Cindy and I just looked at each other and quickly finished eating to leave the two. I went straight home to the condo. I was lying on the bed to rest when my cell phone rang on the nightstand. ‘I’m sorry for what happened earlier . . .’ A sender is an unknown number, but I immediately knew who texted it. It was Lawrence. ‘Where did you get my number?’ I replied. ‘Cindy . . .’ he answered. I simply massage my temple before emphatically typing a reply. ‘Okay!’ I closed my eyes and was getting ready for bed when the cell phone rang again. ‘Are you upset?’ I bit my lower lip before typing a reply again. ‘Of course not!’ ‘Sorry if I get your number without your permission and for texting this late.’ ‘No problem. It’s just a phone number.’ ‘I know we didn’t have a good start. But I think it’s better if we can give ourselves a try and can be friends.’ I bit my lower lip and shook my head slowly. There is nothing wrong with me making friends with him after what happened between us, right? ‘Sure!’ I quickly replied. ‘Alright, thanks. Good night!’ he answered. I smiled and turned off my phone before going to sleep. *** “IS IT REALLY okay for me to wear this?” I asked Cindy as I tried to lower my skirt. “Of course. You are really sexy, bestie!” she exclaimed before fixing a few strands of my hair. “Why do you still need sexy attire for your bridal shower?” I complained while trying to lift the tube. “Gosh, bestie! That is not very revealing. There is still a classy look,” she told me with a smile that reached her ears. “Let’s go!” He pulled me out of her room. As we entered the function room, where the bridal shower was being held, my lips parted because of what the guests were wearing. Only Cindy’s colleagues, close friends, relatives, and workmates were there. My eyes wandered. The light was dim, and smoke was clouding the area. I chose to sit quietly in a corner when some guests pulled Cindy. A little later, I heard Trix, the host, speak. “Good evening, everyone! Let us greet our bride-to-be, Cindy Looper, I mean Cindy Marie Fajardo, our soon-to-be Mrs. Carrick Saavedra!” People were shouting. I was also one of the people who applauded. Cindy quickly climbed the stage. “Good evening, guys! Thank you for coming here tonight. I’m getting married and I’m f*ckin’ freaking out!” she blurted out with a palm on her face which made the guests laugh. “Anyway, let’s enjoy this beautiful night! Let’s start the party!” she shouted after raising the glass of wine she was holding in the air. She came down from the stage accompanied by deafening applause and boisterous music. I immediately greeted her with a tight hug. “I’m so happy for you, bestie,” I whispered. “Thank you, best friend,” she said to me and wiped away her tears. “Please, don’t cry. Let’s enjoy the night!” I said. As the night goes on, many of us got drunk, so we danced on the dance floor. Cindy pulled me in the middle. As the melodious music soared, my body swayed. I’m not literally dancing, but I’m on the beat. The audience shouted at us as the music changed to a sexy one. I feel like dancing, maybe because of the spirit of alcohol in my body, plus we are all women here, so I do not feel ashamed. Until I fixed my eyes on the door where the last man I expected to see tonight stood. His eyes roamed my body. There was something in his eyes that I don’t fully understand. No, he shouldn’t be here.

I JUST CLOSED my eyes and continued dancing but was immediately dilated when someone held me. “What are you doing here?” Instead of answering, he took off his coat and covered my body. “You’re drunk!” he shouted because the music is too loud. “No, I’m not!” I felt his hand on my wrist, and I was stunned. My heart was pounding. “Bestie, we have a problem. Carrick is here!” I heard Cindy say, and I succumbed to her tow as we saw Carrick approaching. “Hello, love! What are you doing here?” Cindy asked with wide eyes. “The group decided to continue the bachelor’s party here,” he replied and kissed his fiancée on the cheek. “You should not be here!” Cindy muttered. “It’s alright, love. They seem happy to see us,” Carrick replied before glancing at some of his companions. I looked to his companions. I think they are at ten. Some of them are familiar. “Okay, love,” Cindy agreed before hugging her groom and giving him a kiss on the lips. Suddenly people shouted as the host introduced the newcomers. Then I look for Lawrence. I saw him sitting on the high stool in front of the bar while drinking a glass of vodka. My heart almost stopped. I was overwhelmed when his dark eyes and authoritative aura hit me. I couldn’t stand his hot stare, so I quickly cut my gaze to it and looked for the way to the comfort room. *** WHEN I RETURNED, I sat right next to Cindy in front of Carrick’s guests. I stared at them. I was familiar with Jocko, the son of one of our business partners, and Lawrence, right in front of me. I shifted in my seat uncomfortably. Until now, I can still feel the heat of his stares at me. “Bro, introduce us to your partner.” I glanced at Carrick, who turned his face at me. “Guys, I’d like you to meet Margaux Collins, my fiancée’s best friend,” said Carrick. Then they started introducing themselves one by one until someone extended a hand to me. “Hi! I’m Peter Monteverde. Nice to meet you, Margaux.” “Nice to meet you too, Peter,” I replied. I couldn’t help but gasp because of the tightness of his grip on my hand. I looked at him. He is handsome. His eyes were pale with his white color, his lips were redder—and I think absolutely soft—and his nose seemed to be perfect. His haircut gave him a stronger appeal. I slowly pulled my hands from his grip and smiled. The night deepened. Almost everyone in the room was already dancing. Carrick and Cindy were also there, and they were in charge of the dance floor. Peter approached me again. “Hi! Will you dance with me?” he asked in a resonant voice. For a moment, my gaze flew to Lawrence. He had been quiet the whole night. I did not have a chance to talk to him and return the coat I’m still wearing tonight. I finally turned to Peter, who had already held out his hand to me. “Sure,” I answered. We quickly reached the dance floor and danced to the melodious music. “You’re so beautiful, Margaux,” Peter whispered to my ear. I shut my eyes when he wrapped his arms around my waist. “Can I ask you something?” he whispered again. “Hmm, what is it?” I met his gaze. He bowed slightly to me. “Can I court you?” he asked sweetly. I was about to answer when Peter’s grip tightened on my waist. He slowly lowered his face and looked at my plump lips. He was about to kiss me, but I was surprised at what happened next. Lawrence grabbed Peter’s arm and pulled me away. Then he quickly punched him that catching the attention of some people at the party. I was about to answer when Peter’s grip tightened on my waist. He slowly lowered his face and looked at my plump lips. He was about to kiss me, but I was surprised at what happened next. Lawrence grabbed Peter’s arm and pulled me away. Then he quickly punched him that catching the attention of some people at the party. “What’s wrong with you?!” Peter tried to stand up, but Lawrence kicked him again. That’s where I intervened. “What is your problem?” I glared at him. Lawrence did not hesitate to answer. Instead, he pulled me out of the room. The next thing I knew, I was already in his car and shouting because of the speed of his car. “Stop this car, Lawrence! Where are you taking me?! I will call the police!” “Shut up, or I will f*cking kiss your lips!” he said in a serious voice. “D*mn it!” Who is he to do that?! I leaned my head against the backrest and did not realize that I had fallen asleep due to extreme dizziness. When I opened my eyes again, Lawrence greeted me. “Here we are,” he said in a low voice. I quickly sat up and rolled my eyes at him. The air I took was not enough to relieve the nervousness rising in my heart. “Where are we? Why did you bring me here?” I asked alertly. He did not answer, but he got out of the car and went to my side to open the door for me. I still wanted to protest, but I was amazed by the beauty in front of me when I turned around. I’m at the Saavedra Resort. This is the place where Cindy and Carrick’s wedding will be held tomorrow. “Let’s go inside. It’s too cold here,” Lawrence told me. He headed to the front desk to ask for a key. I followed quietly until my feet stop on their presidential suite. After he opened the door, I was immediately amazed at what I saw. The room is very large with white and gray walls. The couch matches the color of the wall. The patchwork carpet in front of the flat-screen TV is wonderful. There is an open bookcase near the mahogany table and a blue armchair. Everything is perfect. I couldn’t help but admire some of the more expensive items, such as the chandelier and plant pots. I was already enjoying the sight when I noticed Lawrence was no longer beside me. I glanced at the open door in the distance. I slowly walked to the door and touched the handle to open it. I wandered around the room carefully. I was even more amazed to see the king-size bed. I lay down slowly. I closed my eyes and felt the warmth and softness of the bed. But I suddenly woke up when I heard the rush of water from the shower. The nervousness immediately rose to my heart. But I just chose to lie down and turn a blind eye. I was so shocked when I heard the shower was turned off. My heart almost stopped. I heard the door open and its soft closing. But after a while, I didn’t hear anything, so I slowly open my eyes. But I was shocked to see Lawrence standing in front of me—half-naked.

“WHAT THE?!” I quickly stood up and covered my blushing face tightly. “You can use the shower if you want. I have prepared clothes for the employees,” he said softly as if nothing had happened. “No, thanks.” I lowered my hand and pretended not to be affected by his body. He was now wearing his black shorts. “As for what happened earlier, I just want to apologize for my action,” he began. “You should not have done that,” I said in my low voice. “Peter took advantage of you. Didn’t you notice that? He took advantage of you because you’re drunk; that’s why he tried to kiss you.” I watched his jaw clenching so hard, and the darkness of his eyes was staring at me intently. “But you should not hurt him! Besides, we’re just dancing!” I said without blinking. “So you mean, you like the idea of him kissing you?” I could not believe what he said. “Of course not!” I said quickly. “I’m not buying it,” he said while shaking his head. I gave him a frown. His acts are unfamiliar to me. He’s someone I’ve never met before. We didn’t know each other very well, so he would reprimand us like this. “As you said, I’m drunk! And you have nothing to do with it. Who are you to interfere with what I am doing?!” I tried to raise my voice. But he smiled. As I watched him, I became even more confused and trembling. “If I do that to you, will you do nothing to stop me?” He took a step towards me which I suddenly worried about. “Answer me, Margaux,” he said softly. He also gently touched my chin and slowly lifted it to align our eyes. I’m running out of words. I could not help but tremble because of his scorching stares. He tilted his head slightly, trying to attract my eyes and find my soul. He slowly stroked my cheek. I saw his perfect jaw tighten as he slowly lowered his gaze to my lips. “Lawrence,” I whispered. I want to push him, but why do I not have the strength to do that? He lowered his head, and I stood frozen from both fear and excitement. The next thing I knew, he brushed my lips with his unfamiliar kiss. It is light. There are no fireworks or sparks, but there is something better. That kiss got even hotter when he hugged me around the waist and pulled me closer to him. I was almost drunk on his kisses, but he suddenly stopped. “Margaux,” he said between his quick breaths. I saw the flame in his eyes. Without hesitation, our lips reunited. Until I felt the softness of the bed. I could not avoid the accented growls between our kisses. I was already carried away by the heat he brought. I also don’t know why I let him do this to me. Gradually, one of his hands traveled from my arm up to my shoulder to my chest. I was not ready for what he did next. I lost control. I wasn’t wearing enough clothes to hide what he was trying to find. A sweet moan escaped from me when his compulsive mouth claimed my trembling lips. A violent thrill ran down my spine as he kissed me. I was completely hypnotized, but then, he pulled away. We both caught our breath as he stared at me. “I’m sorry,” he said. I swallowed hard and bit my lip. I shrugged at what he said. I felt like I wanted to slap him, but I seemed to lose my strength as he eventually moved away from me. “Rest here. I’ll just deliver your things and talk to Cindy. I was just in the other room.” I just nodded even though my heart was hurting. And I don’t know why but I followed him out the door. But before I could finally get out, I stopped. “What the f*ck are you doing, Margaux?” I told myself, then I pinched myself before tapping my own forehead and lay back down on the bed. *** I WOKE UP to the cold air that touched my cheek. The sun has risen, and I was greeted by the sweet chirping of birds and the cold breeze of the ocean. I glanced at the side table where breakfast was placed and a small note glued to a red rose. I walked towards the veranda and read the letter attached there. Good morning love. I apologize for what I did last night. Eat breakfast. I will be busy all day. Enjoy the good weather. - Lawrence A smile flashed on my lips, and I slightly smelled the rose. The cold breeze blew, which gave me the idea to just stay here and escape the world. I chose to dine on the veranda while gazing at the beautiful view of the island. Until I noticed that my bag was already there. There’s also a new dress ready for me to wear. It’s a yellow dress that cinches in at the waist. There is also a flat white sandal and a pair of undergarments. My two cheeks immediately warmed up. How did he find out my size? My hand trembled as I touched the red underwear. The redness on my face still did not go away even after taking a bath because of the clothes he gave me. But I admit, they are perfect for my body. I made a few more circles in front of the mirror before I decided to leave the suite. Then I decided to go for a walk on the beach because of the wonderful weather. I sat in a lounge, closed my eyes, and remembered the kiss that Lawrence and I had shared. Until I realized what I was thinking, so I shook my head. Stop it, Margaux. You know the three-month rule, right? I guess it’s too early for me to feel anything for him. I took a deep breath before thinking of going to Carrick and Cindy’s beach wedding. People are busy arranging decorations. Every detail is carefully scrutinized. One of my dreams is to get married in a paradise-like place. I want to have a wedding that will resonate in people’s minds and leave them happy memories. I smiled bitterly. Maybe Lester wasn’t destined for me. Maybe someone else deserves my love. I decided to go back to the hotel to rest. I was crossing the road when Lawrence grabbed my attention. He was busy chatting with someone. I can clearly see him from my seat. He was wearing a white polo shirt, loose folded long sleeves up to his elbow, black pants, and shiny oxford shoes. Then I suddenly thought of his smiles that made my heart jump and his sexy lips that could make me gasp. I bit my lower lip, and my knees almost weakened when he turned to look at me. I held my breath as we stared. I saw him say goodbye to the person he talked to before turning to walk in my direction. “Hi!” he greeted with a soft smile on his lips. “H-hello,” I stammered and did not bother to look him in the eye. “How was your breakfast? Sorry, I couldn’t wait for you to wake up. I have so much work today.”

“IT’S OKAY! THE breakfast is delicious, so it’s okay,” I said shyly, although I have not forgotten what he did to me last night. “The dress fits you perfectly. You look beautiful today,” he praises. “Thank you for the dress. You shouldn’t have bothered in the first place.” My cheeks become redder. “Don’t think about it. You’re beyond gorgeous in that dress,” he replied before turning his back on me and return to the man he talked to earlier. With delight in my heart, the heat traveled to my cheeks. I followed him with my gaze. I thought I’d just go back to the suite first and called Cindy. But I’m frozen to my feet when I saw Peter approaching me. “Peter?!” “Yes. You must be shocked?” A sweet smile flashed on him. “No—honestly, yes!” I muttered. He laughed a little. I quickly turned to Lawrence, who was now busy talking to someone again. “I’m sorry for what happened last night. How are you? You alright?” I asked Peter. I looked at his cracked lip. “Yes, I’m better now,” he replied as if nothing had happened. A moment of silence intervened between us. “Uhm, are you with Carrick?” I asked. “Yes.” I nodded. I glanced again at Lawrence, who was now staring intently over us. My heart began to pound as he walked in our direction with his lashes knitted brows. “Ahm, I’ll better go. Nice meeting you again,” I told Peter. I was about to turn around when he grabbed my wrist. I turned nervously to him after glancing at Lawrence, who was approaching us. “Margaux, I told you, I wanted to court you. I wanted you to know that I’m serious,” Peter confessed. I was about to answer, but Lawrence was already close to us. “What are you doing here?!” he asked Peter earnestly. “The groom invited me,” Peter replied in a calm voice. I noticed Lawrence’s gaze drop to my wrist which is still holding Peter. “This is my resort,” Lawrence said. “Everything you see with your eyes belongs to me. Can you leave peacefully or do you want me to add more bruises to your face?” Peter grinned and stood beside me. “I do not know why you’re acting like that. Are you jealous?” I looked at Lawrence, waiting for his answer. “Are you kidding me?” Lawrence smirked. Obviously not stained with cowardice. “I am a Saavedra. That should not be asked.” My gaze fell to the ground because I did not expect that answer. “You’re right. You are a Saavedra,” Peter sneered back. “I just don’t want to see a woman being abused in front of me,” Lawrence shot back. “Hey, she’s not your girlfriend! The last time I checked, you and Terris were dating. Don’t tell me you want to include Margaux to those women you play with?” A smile flashed on Peter’s lips after he spoke. I saw the disapproval on Lawrence’s face, but he remained silent. I swallowed hard. Silence means yes, right? It looks like he really intends to include me in those women he wants to play with. I closed my eyes, trying to reduce the emotion that made me tremble. “There is nothing wrong with flirting with Margaux,” Peter said. Lawrence clenched his fist in silent anger. I saw his perfect jaw move before he spoke. “It’s okay. You can do what you want.” He glanced at me first before saying goodbye to Peter and me. The pain I felt as I followed him was unfamiliar. “Are you alright?” Peter asked me. “I want to rest first. My head suddenly aches,” I excused myself. “Would you like me to take you to your suite?” he offered. “No, you don’t have to. I can do it,” I answered quickly. I didn’t want him to know that I was in Lawrence’s suite. He frowned at my answer, so I smiled a little. “I’m really fine. Thanks for the offer, but I can really do it. Thank you again,” I said goodbye before starting to walk away. When I got to the front of Lawrence’s suite, I was reluctant to knock on it. I couldn’t help but look around, and I couldn’t avoid the gazes of several employees. Before knocking, I took a deep breath and gathered my strength in my chest, but no one answered. I was about to turn around when it opened. My jaw almost dropped when I recognized the woman who opened the door for me. “Terris?” “Margaux? What are you doing here? Are you looking for Lawrence?” The corners of her lips twisted. I noticed she held the towel wrapped around her tightly, indicating she was not wearing anything underneath. I barely had time to react because she immediately raised an eyebrow and leaned against the door. “Oh, I’m sorry. Lawrence is in the bathroom, taking a bath. Do you want to come in first?” A smile flashed on her lips when she said that. “N-not anymore. Thanks anyway!” I quickly turned my back on her. I cannot name the pain that was constantly evolving in my heart. But one thing’s for sure, that pain hits me big time. I just decided to go to the front desk on my own. “Excuse me, Miss. I am one of the guests of Mr. Carrick Saavedra. Can you kindly check if he has a reservation for me? I am Margaux Collins,” I introduced myself. “All right, Ma’am,” the attendant replied between smiles. She looked at the monitor for a moment, then spoke to me again. “Ma’am, I apologize, but our president has already canceled your reservation.” “What?!” My tone rose; that’s why some people looked at us. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the irritation. “Can you give me another room?” I said, recovering from the shock. “I’m sorry, Ma’am, but we’re full right now because of the wedding guests,” she told me. “But I’m also a guest here!” I pointed my finger at myself. “I’m sorry, Ma’am,” she apologized. Without a smile, I turned my back on her and marched back to Lawrence’s suite. He can’t do this to me. Where will I stay if he canceled my room reservation? When I approached his suite, I knocked on the door without hesitation. And Lawrence opened it for me. “Why did you do that?!” I started with so much anger. “What?” He frowned as he dried his hair with a towel. He was wearing a simple white shirt and black pants. For a little while, I was distracted by the well-groomed Lawrence in front of me. “You canceled my hotel reservation. Do you think I will allow myself to stay in your room?” I said as my sanity returned. “Why not? Do you want to sleep outside the resort?” His shoulders trembled with a silent laugh. “No way!” I exclaimed. He just shrugged his shoulders at me before he opened the door wide and turned away. I took a deep breath and shook my head. Eventually, I decided to step inside. My eyes immediately searched for Terris, but there was no trace of her inside. “If you are looking for Terris, I cast her out of my suite. She entered here without my permission and tried to seduce me,” he said. “If you think something is going on between us, then you are wrong,” he added.