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
I was not in the mood for the rest of the day when I got home. I locked myself in my room, I didn't talk to anyone even when Heartly greeted me when I stepped into the house. My brother looked at me curiously and attempted to ask what happened but I gave him a dismissing wave which shut him up. The moment I got inside my room, I shut the door behind me and dive on my bed without minding that I haven't changed clothes yet. I closed my eyes, thinking of what happened; I walked out because he slept with another girl. Although I wasn't in the place to sulk and feel like this, it still hurt. The moment I heard him say he slept with another girl while we were away from each other, I felt my heart broke into pieces and what hurt me more was the fact that I wasn't in the place to feel like this because I wasn't his girlfriend in the first place. Even if he slept with hundreds of women while I was away, it's completely fine. That wouldn't mean he cheated or
"He's not Dion." "And you believe that bastard? Zhanaia, how can you be so dumb?" My mouth parted in utter shock as soon as I heard Zhairo's retort. Wow, just wow. Looked like we were forgetting who's the older one here. I scoffed at his audacity to call me dumb when I'm his older sister. We were silent for a moment before he took a deep breath and apologized. "I'm sorry, okay? I just... I just don't want you to get hurt again. Zhanaia, that man looked exactly like Dion, even his eyes! It is very unlikely for a person to look exactly like someone." "Zhairo, I know," I mumbled. "I know but... Caroline and I made our researcher and aside from their faces and that they were both American, we couldn't pinpoint anything that will connect the two of them." "And Francis? Heartly told me you met Francis again, Dion's cousin. That doesn't connect them? Why on Earth would Francis, Dion's cousin be with Gin, the man w
"Zhanaia, I want you to be my girlfriend. Please, give me another chance. Please, sweetheart." Should I give him another chance like he asked me to? If I do, what would happen? I knew that what I was feeling for him wasn't that pure, it was partly because he looked like Dion, my first love. Dionysus, the man I still love until now despite after all these years and despite the fact that he would never come back. No one knows what happened to him, all I know was that he needed to go back to the US to take a brain surgery. He promised to do his best to survive and come back to me, but he never did. I don't know if it was because he wasn't able to survive or he did survive but just chose not to come back and move on. I was aware that if it was the latter, he might be married and has his own family by now, while here I was, still dwelling with his broken promise. Gin Montero. Dionysus Dausel. Should I give you a
"You sure you won't come with me?" I asked as I put on my earrings. I was in a video call with Gin while preparing for my agenda for today, I will attend the opening day of the art gallery where I saw a few of Dion's paintings. Since the day that I saw it, I was even more conflicted. Not just that, I also started to be easily irritated with everyone, especially Gin. If I wasn't in the mood today, I would probably be annoyed at his response. He shook his head, "I'm really sorry, sweetheart. I have a meeting with an investor today. I couldn't attend with you." Worry was written on his face, probably because he was thinking that I might be mad at him again and lash out, which I have been doing for the last few days. The thought of Dion might be indeed alive and just doesn't want to show himself to me was frustrating. I mean, why wouldn't he show himself? He had a promise, a promise of love that he should fulfill. I locked t
"Francis?" "Zhanaia," My heart sank at the sight of him. And again, all the hopes in me shattered in an instant, making tears swell at the corner of my eyes. Some visitors who heard us because I raised my voice a while ago were looking at me with confusion as if I was someone who's up to make a scene. Well, I was making a scene. Seeing my state, he motioned his men to get me out of the place to which they immediately responded. He ordered them to bring me to the office as he apologized to the visitors. "We're sorry for that, it was just a simple misunderstanding with my men and Miss Camince. Because of too much excitement to host the opening of the gallery, I forgot about our meeting." He even chuckled to make the situation light and thankfully, the visitors bought his reasoning. They chuckled with him and eventually got back on their business, strolling through the gallery as Francis' men guided me to the
Dion was alive. He didn't die. There was a possibility that he would come back. And if he did, what would happen? What would I do? Would I come back to him and leave Gin behind, forget everything that happened to us? "Now that you know that my cousin is alive, what will you do?" "What will happen to your relationship with Gin?" "If ever my cousin comes back, what would you do? Would you leave Gin and come back to Dion?" "Who would you choose?" "Your new lover or your first love?" A heavy sigh escaped from my lungs when Francis' words came back to me and repeated in my head again and again as if an old tape from my great, great, grand mother's old belongings. Now that he said that Dion was alive, everything just got complicated. I thought knowing and having an assurance that my first love was alive, I would be able to sleep peacefully at night, but I was wrong. Everything just got
Sebastian Zhairo Camince's I took a deep breath as I massaged the back of my head. The weather was fine and it should lighten my mood, but then the day was hectic in the restaurant where I was working at. Waiters and waitresses were all out in the whole restaurant, serving food and taking orders from customers. Today wasn't a special day though, but this was normal every weekdays in the restaurant because it was just in the vicinity of the city where company buildings were located. Our customers were mostly office workers and there were also tourists but office workers were the majority of our customers. "Zhairo, clean table four and ask for the new customer's orders," my supervisor instructed me when he entered the staff room. I took a deep breath and tilted my head before fixing my black apron and headed outside. The busy restaurant came into my sight and I took a deep breath before stepping in table four's direction and star