Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.
I sprang from my seat when that dream came to visit me again. Well, that dream happened in reality when I was only fourteen years old and that was almost twelve years ago.
I brought out my hanky from my black suit inner pocket, wiped some beads of sweat in my forehead, and maximize the air conditioner above my head. Now, I couldn’t help myself to chuckle when I remembered everything that happened.
Tsk!
I guessed I looked like a crazy guy now. I remembered the time when I nearly died and yet, I was still smiling at all?
Stupid weirdo!
I fixed my tie which seemed to be choking me. I hand-combed my unruly hair then secured the loose sleeve buttons on my wrists. I checked the time and it was already forty-five minutes past eleven in the morning.
So every year after that incident, I always compelled my parents, convincing them persistently to take me back to El Nido, Palawan—hoping that I would be able to see her again. I missed her so much and not in a single moment that I had forgotten her all these years.
Dad was cynical at first but fortunately, my mom couldn’t say no to me. She would always agree with my request, leaving Dad with no other option but to agree in the end. Though there were times that both of them would not be able to accompany me personally, I was always surrounded by my butlers. They hired them after the incident, afraid that I might drown myself again.
But almost twelve years had already passed, I still failed to see even her shadow or any signs or proof that would attest that I saw her before. That I experienced being with her before.
I even stayed awake in front of the seashore for straight seven nights, not minding the cold gust of the wind that seemed to be freezing my entire body, but I still didn’t see her. Sometimes, I just couldn’t help but ask myself in despair…
Does she exist after all? Or am I just a victim of a near-death hallucination?
After that… it was only in my dreams that I always got the chance to see her, feel her, kiss her and be with her. And throughout these years, I wished that dreams do come true. She would always be that special someone who could make me go back to who I was before.
Before I became the greatest Casanova in town.
I loved her so dearly that I was willing to do anything in my power to be with her ever again. I would do anything to prove that she was real and the things we shared were not just a product of my teenage fantasy.
I knew that she didn’t know about all of these and I didn’t know as well if my love for her would be destined to have a real outcome. Maybe someday… somehow.
Until now, I was still hoping.
No, just hoping is an understatement.
I was relentlessly hoping that someday, fate would let me see her. I was obstinately holding on to my determination that someday, not giving up would finally lead me to her.
All these years, she was my inspiration. She was my imaginary special someone that I would want to be with for the rest of my life.
I loved her unconditionally to the point that I wasn’t able to divert my love to anyone that I had been with, after all these years. For the past twelve years of flirting, I wasn’t able to love any other woman wholeheartedly. I wasn’t able to cut the string that connects us invisibly.
It was always her… the only woman I had been longing for.
Deep and swirling thoughts were still occupying my mind when someone dragged me out of my reverie. All trances about my teenage love story had suddenly vanished as I abruptly came back to reality.
“Hello? Aren’t you going to say sorry?” A woman adjacent to my seat sarcastically asked me.
I frowned at first, but it felt like the time had already stopped when I started looking at her. If the hands of the clock had finally ticked to move again, then everything was now happening in slow motion.
Perks of not getting the business class seat!
She was really beautiful and she had this strong personality that I could not explain. It was something that could tame the beast inside every man she would meet.
Oh! What was I thinking?
Of course, I wasn’t included in those men. No one could ever tame the great Aris Sandoval!
That was when I remembered that I was still inside the plane. I would go back to Manila after I attended a very important business conference regarding my perfume business. I just came from Tokyo, Japan and I didn’t use my private jet.
I loved staying in Tokyo. I loved the food, nature, as well as the kind and disciplined Japanese people. But I was a very busy person and I wasn’t the type to stay in a single place longer than five days. I had to travel from one place to another, or else, I would feel suffocated. The same goes for women. A woman was very lucky if I would stay with her for three consecutive days.
“I beg your pardon, miss?” I asked sedately but deep inside me, I might know the reason why she acted that way. I guessed, I accidentally hit her when I suddenly moved my arms from my sleep a while ago? It was half-statement and half-question because I wasn’t sure.
She narrowed her eyes before she spoke. “Are you deaf? I said, don’t you know how to say sorry, mister?” She then raised her left eyebrow. Her expression started to get glowering, but I found it appealing. It was so sexy.
Despite her ill-tempered manner, I just secretly smiled. If only this was not our first encounter, I would not waste any of my time. I would have probably brought her to my condo and would lavishly explore her body on my bed as fast as I could. Because indeed, she was so exquisite and her level of peevishness had turned me on.
I must admit, I was challenged. Well, this was not my first time to be challenged at a woman’s presence, but I just didn’t know the reason why. There was something about her that was different. I just couldn’t pinpoint what exactly it was.
But all women were just the same—they couldn’t say no to me. Yes, for now, she was quite cranky but later on, she would surely submit to me the moment I stripped her naked. She would helplessly scream for my name as I pinned her legs wide open.
Well, let’s see how fierce you are, miss. No one had ever resisted the stunning gaze of Aris!
And so, I fixed my eyes and gave her a steady look with striking eagerness and studious attention. I was radiant enough that I even blinked at her to highlight my thick eyelashes too. I was staring at her in a way that she would easily melt and succumb to my flirtation.
In fairness, why didn’t I notice her when I boarded the plane five hours ago?
She looked like a Caucasian¹ human-sized doll with a heart-shaped face, flawless trimmed eyebrows, not-so-round eyes with long eyelashes, and wavy brown hair that reaches her waist matched with a floral-styled beret. She was wearing a white dress that could show her sexy curves all over her body.
It wasn’t that revealing but I could say at first glance that she had perfect vital statistics. She had a pointed nose, natural pinkish cheeks… and her luscious lips?
Damn, they are just perfectly great! I wonder how those mauve red lips would taste? I would love to kiss her in any way I could, even though I’m not invited.
One.
For that thought, I started biting and licking my lips as I even winked at her.
And that was when I noticed how she swallowed several times while looking at me.
Two.
I knew it! She’s now drooling on me. Nice one, Aris!
I slyly smiled based on her reaction. If she was going to fall for me, I might catch and add her to my collection. She was so etched, as her emotions were so transparent to read. Moments later, her cheeks flushed and that made me kind of excited about what would happen next.
Three.
But my excitement didn’t last long when all of a sudden…
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¹Caucasian refers to people of European descent having usually light skin pigmentation.
Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.This woman in front of me just carelessly slapped my handsome face!What the? I didn’t see that coming!“Pervert!” she said fretfully as other passengers had witnessed what she did to me. Some don’t care at all but some were already murmuring on their seats… and this woman just placed back her headset to cover her ears like nothing had ever happened?I must admit, I was really ashamed.I was wide-eyed for a few seconds. What she did left me shocked to the point that I got utterly speechless while holding my left jaw. This was the very first time I got lost for words. True enough, her slap wasn’t that strong, it doesn’t even move me from my seat. Nevertheless, it would never change the fact that she had the urge to slap my strikingly handsome face. In fact, she already did.I bitterly chuckled.Wow! Never in my entire life had I been slapped in the face. The face that could tame thousands of women in just three seconds… got slapped after three seconds as well. I c
Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.It was her!That ferocious woman who slapped me earlier in the plane—was the same woman who was again throwing me some deadly stares. I guessed, she wasn’t yet able to move on from what happened.But wait… if she is the sister of this kid, meaning to say, she was also the one who created this painting? So, she is definitely none other than Drey Laxamana? The artist?I gulped hard and my jaw literally dropped when I realized it. I was tongue-tied all of a sudden. I opened my mouth but I wasn’t able to say anything and this would be the very first time it ever happened to me.That explained why they were so look alike, most especially with their long eyelashes and pointed nose. I even thought a while ago that the kid’s eyes represented someone very familiar to me, little did I know that it was all because of the woman from the plane incident.With the clear lights here, I could say that she was more than prettier than earlier. Most especially now that she was proud
Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.“You’re impossible! If that’s what you want, we don’t have anything to talk about here then. For your information, I don’t sell any of my paintings and most especially, I don’t need your fucking money, sports car, yacht, or condo! You can have them all by yourself including your damn massive ego! Excuse us. Nickos, let’s go… and please, don’t you ever try to follow us again, mister!” She sneered.She even pointed her finger right in front of my face. She had these long and beautiful nails painted with a crack-styled cuticle that could scratch me anytime. “If you were used to getting things that you want, well this time, it won’t just work out.” She continued as if she had read what my mind was saying before she held her brother’s wrist again and started to walk away from me.I used to reject people and this was the very first time in history I felt that I somehow… got rejected. I couldn’t accept this and I guessed, I had to make another way. I shouldn’t get my mo
Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.“Aris, help me!”I heard how Juno cried out loud. She was not opening her mouth underwater, but I was one hundred percent sure that she was urgently asking for my help based on the tone of her voice screaming for my name.Unexplained dread and horror could be read through her entire beautiful face and I was such a fucking asshole that I couldn’t do something about it. I could feel how she was easily frightened by what was happening, but all I could do was just stare at her helplessly.She was imprisoned in a black cage covered by dead kelps, eerie seaweeds, and water snakes. Her beautiful wrists that were handcuffed and chained at each end of the cage were being wounded every time she struggled to be free from those rusty shackles.As some of her blood was getting mixed up into the sea, her golden tail that was also tied up front seemed to lose its vibrant tint. It was slowly and erratically varying into white, which could be the reason for her gradual weakness.
Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.Like the old times of stalking her — I was wearing my shades again as I was also carrying a newspaper that served as props in case I needed to fully cover my face. I was wearing black pants and a white-striped polo, where the first three buttons were open exposing a part of my hard chest and the sleeves were folded up to my elbows emphasizing my muscled biceps.Too handsome for a stalker!I saw her heading to the second floor of the coffee shop, where I could only see two to three people in the entire area. I still followed her until I saw how she eagerly took her seat in front of a man wearing a red polo with long sleeves up to his wrists, who I thought, might be her boyfriend.Wow! And they are both wearing red, huh? Was it Valentine’s in July?But I never saw him in her videos or any news associated with her. Did I even research her well?I decided to take a seat closer to them and used the newspaper to partially cover my face. I settled behind Drey so that sh
Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V.Despite my beautiful face, it was quite ironic to say that my whole life was just a mess. A complete-package mess!When I was a kid, I used to believe in fairy tales. I used to believe that ‘happily ever after’ endings do really exist. I wanted to get tangled with that kind of eccentric destiny with my one and only prince charming. I believed in magical spells, fantasies, and worst, I believed in mermaids.Who would have ever believed that those creatures were real?And not just believe… I was obsessed with them. Yes, I got totally obsessed with mermaids!That was the reason why I got bullied way back my childhood years — because of my crazy obsession with mermaids. All of my things from head to toe must include mermaids. My bags and shoes were even customized with mermaids. I told my classmates that they were real, but they only cackled at me.We used to have a vast infinity pool in the house before and I would always wear my gold costume to swim like a mermaid.
Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V.Wasn’t he that conceited guy who took advantage of me during my flight from Tokyo coming back here? That infuriating guy who kept on asking about my painting?But what is he doing here? Oh no, was he stalking me ever since that plane incident? Damn it! I think I’m in big trouble again.He was nothing but trouble. I loathed him ever since and he looked like a freaking stalker!He was towering over me but I didn’t let him notice that I was quite surprised by seeing him. I knew it was savage but I hurriedly threw the handkerchief on him just to show what I supposed to feel that he was in front of me again, but he was fast enough to catch it even before it reached his face.“Hey, that’s rude! Is that how you treat people who wanted to help you?” he yelled at me.I rolled my eyes as I scoffed. “I don’t need any of your help, mister. I don’t even know who you are and why are you here. Mind you, no one is asking for your help. So back off!”“Uh oh, so you’re now differe
Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V.I must admit, our first encounter was really bad. In fact, it was even worst. But it was true that there would be always room to make things right. I believed that we would always have the right time to make things better.And here he was. The great Aris Sandoval had instinctively protected me from those paparazzi as he played the role of a knight in shining armor. Far from the vain guy with his enormous ego.I guessed it was already time for me to forget the terrible thing that happened to us before. Being annoyed with him for no apparent reason would just do me no good. My first impression of people wouldn’t always seem to last after all.What happened to us already happened. He couldn’t remember it and he already rendered his apology. I could no longer take the time back so I obviously had to move forward.I could still feel the warmth of his embrace when he said, “Here you go. They already left,” as he removed his shielding arms around my head.But why do I h