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Legaxy

Friday was nearly coming to an end, and I'm still struggling on finishing the rest of my paperwork which, by the way, was piled up — two stacks to be exact — on my table.

I've already done so much of it for half of the day. But, whatever I do to lessen up the clump, it keeps on adding up.

I don't know if this is caused by some kind of magic tricks from my wicked 'friends', who submit late reports, or just colleagues taking advantage of my preoccupied state — THANKS TO SETH.

But one thing's for sure, I am so behind already...

And being behind like this, which never happened to me before — if I may add, will earn me a tough session with Ms. Dawn since she, like every boss there is, loathes lethargic people.

Most especially, those who procrastinate.

I'm sure I'm not one of those people — honestly speaking...

I'm just that typical employee who gets a bit 'distracted', but surely enough knows how to bounce back once required.

Yet, today, I didn't 'bounce back' as expected.

My task, aside from being pending, is incomplete; incident reports are still for review, event contracts needed to be arranged and signed are nowhere near done, schedules for final interviews are not yet set, and the memos that I needed to spread around the hotel are not even prepared.

So yeah, it's a long list of to-do lists, and knowing I needed another day or two to clean up such clutter — without any interruption, if I may add, I let out a groan of frustration...

This is all Seth's fault! 

If it weren't for his shady secret and delicate pinky promise four days ago, I would have a focused mind right now — to help me work steadily, and fast working hands — to get me through the paperwork without any pause. 

But no! I took him seriously because promises, and family, for me are so damn important that I would protect them until the day I die...

Yes, I sound stupid but that's how I am. Seth better be happy about that.

However, out of the blue, the rational side of me instantly realizes that I just couldn't blame anyone here, specifically Seth, for the delays. I mean, I was the one managing the chore on hand, and the one exerting the effort to accomplish the goal. So, whatever issue arises while performing the assigned responsibility, I am the one to blame. 

No one else...

Acknowledging this, I let out a heavy sigh.

Yup, it's all on me. And in all honestly, I'm just really — really anxious these past few days...

Why?

Well, I solely made myself believe that I could handle it fine, that I could continue living normally even with the knowledge that Seth was around — stalking me to the point where he knows how many seconds it will take for me to blink, or how many breathes I take in a minute...

Creepy, I know, but that's how he is and how he functions; You literally can't hide anything from him, that's for sure.

Anyway, as it turns out, I was just lying to myself. Let alone, deceiving my emotions to the point where I began to appreciate the quote, 'ignorance is bliss'. Effective to some extent, but not as helpful as I thought it to be; I don't like to play dumb — if that makes sense.

The point here is, Seth being around this much was not simply a bother anymore, but rather a tremendous distraction. That's mainly the reason why my work is so sluggish lately.

‘And here I thought, I was such a strong, independent woman’, I mock coldly to myself.

I may now assume that the following days will not be the same as usual. Good thing though, Seth is just on guard duty and the obligation ends when the Red Moon Ball ends. That means, everything will be back to normal after two long weeks... 

Oh Goddess, please let everything be normal — FAST. 

I groaned one more time, and this time, out of pure annoyance.

Suddenly, 

“Yow Legx.” Came a cheerful, sweet but powerful voice.

I looked up and was momentarily startled upon seeing our Hotel Nurse — Rain Gayle Isle, smiling down at me. 

I had to blink a few times first before acknowledging her presence.

“Hey, going home?” I inquired finally, as I caught a glimpse of her, in her casual outfit already. 

“Nope. Actually, some hotel friends and I are going out for a happy hour. Wanna come?” She invited, eyeing me with her dark brown eyes — almost black — in a way to say YES. 

I could only giggle at her expression. 

“As much as I would want to, but you know my answer Rain, ” I responded. Then, I flashed her my warm but thin smile while my hands started to operate on the bundle of documents again.

I caught her frown as she struts closer to my space. Then, I noticed her carefully scanning my paper-filled porcelain table. Seeing the thick stack I was working on, Rain's frown grew deeper. 

“You're really wasting half of your precious life here Dyme… working too damn hard.” She mumbled, “You workaholic bitch.” She added, clearly annoyed. 

Knowing she was just teasing, and me already accustomed to her foul mouth and nasty nickname, I playfully darted my tongue out at her. 

She chuckled. 

“Such a baby… But come on Legaxy,” She pushed with a pout, “Time to have fun. I mean, when was the last time you ever got out with friends? Do you even socialize outside of work? Or do parties and drink?” She interrogated, raising a perfect brown eyebrow at me. 

My first instinct was: I wanted to answer her queries honestly and defend myself after. But, knowing I certainly don't do any of those things, except maybe for my gigs, I did the second-best thing I know: I keep my mouth shut.

Then, a little embarrassed, I bit my bottom lip.

Rain noticed that she flashed a sly smile at me. 

“Exactly bitch.” She crossed her arms in front of her large chest, her sly smile widening — if that's even possible, “Come on Legx, you're missing out a lot in life... And you're like what, 20 or something?”

“21, turning 22 this year,” I corrected, briefly glancing at her and back to my paperwork.

“See? At that age, you should be having fun.” Rain announced and when I shifted my gaze to stare at her, she was beaming. “Trust me, I'm already 27 and I know all the lines and curves of a fun life. You just gotta get drunk, be wild, or even be fucked up. You know, that kind of crap... That said, I could get you VIP tickets to big parties if you want. Let alone get you drunk by my favorite drinks. And oh! I know this one club that does BDSM, we could watch. Or if you feel like playing, I could set a ‘scene’ for you with one of my Dom friends… Wait a second, are you a virgin? Though, you're already 21... So yeah, we could just skip everything I said and get it on tonight…” 

She abruptly halted her rambling when she noticed my complete absence in the conversation and began frowning at me. Then, slowly, she narrowed her pretty brown eyes at me in question.

I had to blink my shock for a second before deciding to awkwardly look away from her...

She remained quiet then. She must have noticed me blushing furiously now; my face bright red from the ‘delicate’ subject.

Understanding my reaction, and fully realizing I was really a ‘V’ who was so new to her world, I noticed her — from the corner of my eye — shooting me another disbelief look before shrugging her slim shoulders.

“Wow... Well I, uh, never expected that. Still, I should have known better. I'm sorry, Dyme... Just act like you never heard it from me, okay?” Rain stuttered while brushing her black-brown, semi-curly, long hair with her fingertips.

I shifted my eyes to look at her again, and from there, she flashes me her thin, awkward smile.

“Thanks, Rain.” I flash her another one of my thin but warm smiles, “I'm sorry though if I lack knowledge in that department. Guess, I'm no fun to talk to now...” I stated, biting my bottom lip again.

“Pssh, bitch, please. People nowadays are not even that knowledgeable unless they experience something first hand…” Rain started, sitting gracefully in one of my seats which was facing the front of my desk, “And besides, I like my girlfriends innocent. Gives me the sole purpose to ruin them… FOR GOOD.” She added with an evil smirk.

Already heard that from her and knowing she failed to fulfill that objective on me — and still trying, I rolled my eyes at her.

Rain chuckled. However, still in disbelief, she eyed me intently; One hand, palm down, under her chin while the other rests on my table. 

“So, you're a virgin, huh?” She started, her eyes blazing with pure curiosity and interest, “Mind telling me why, at the age of 21, you still have your V-card? I mean, no offense but women your age already had many experiences being ravished and used. Yet you,,, you're still untouched like a new bloomed rose.” She paused and a hint of devilish excitement appeared on her face.

I narrowed my eyes at her in suspicion.

She only smirks at me.

“I gotta give it to your family, Dyme… they sure are serious when it comes to protecting their one and only gem. Sure, very precious move,” She chatters again, “Though, I gotta remind you, bitch, that pretty body of yours can't pleasure itself. It needs a man's magic touch... Like a freaking SEXY, tall, SEXY, muscular, not forget SEXY, handsome kind of a man...” She chanted enthusiastically.

“You're really into SEXY men, aren't you?” I teased, earning me a glare from her.

“DO NOT pin the hot subject on me, Legaxy Dyme, and for the love of moratorium, answer my damn question will ya?”

I chuckled for a while and perceiving that this would be a very serious subject, I let out another heavy sigh.

“Well, the strict parents and overprotective brothers are already out of the bag… so, let's get to the real focal point then,” I started nonchalantly while straightening myself up on my armchair, “I don't like being place UNDER the society by men, Rain. I prefer to be treated as an EQUAL. However, men nowadays only recognize women as inferior; Sitting pretty, weak, a trophy wife — that kind of stuff, which is almost upsetting. They thought women are so easy, that they could always get what they want from them. I mean, seriously? That's so low of them to even believe that...” I paused to grimace. 

Rain raised an eyebrow at me, quite amused, while a ghost of a smirk was playing on her lips. 

I deadpanned her.

“I know what you're thinking… that I'm too difficult to handle, right? Don't worry, I already knew that. Both human and supernatural suitors already told me about that.” I grumbled with a shrug, “Though, honestly, I don't care about what they say anymore. I just like to challenge men, to infuriate them... What's so wrong with that? I mean, it's my way to see how far they are willing to go just to have me... And I only needed to know if they would continue to pursue me, even if I was pushing them to their limit, breaking them piece by piece... Yeah, I know, I sounded so evil.” I declared, frowning.

Rain only snorted.

“No, you're not... You just sounded like a real bitch.” She commented, a real smirk plastered on her pretty face now. “You just get to act as badass as ever, but deep down, your actually one of the good ones, Legx. The purest and truest among all souls and hearts I have ever known or seen... Rare quality for a human actually. A very rare quality and you have it...” She added, almost looking astounded by me.

Rendered speechless by her statement, I could only shrug my shoulders at her...

Rain then uttered something else. I think it was mostly to herself now, as a small smile appeared on her heart-shaped face.

“Did you say something Rain?” I asked.

“Nothin' bitch.” She smiled innocently at me before standing up from her seat, and eyed me for the last time, “So, back to the real question. Do you still want to go out or not?” 

I took a moment to consider, but still, in the end, I said NO. This time, and thankfully, Rain didn't push harder and just left. 

As she walked out of the office, I finally got to register how she looks in her full casual outfit. She's on tight black jeans and I don't know if it was a mocha sports bra or just a bralette I'm seeing, but it showed a lot of skin and I guess, a full view of her cleavage and some abs too. 

Yup, too sexy alright. And well, that's definitely Rain for you…

It's normal and I've practically seen her in so many revealing clothes already. Though, knowing that she was a witch, kinda made me wonder if her ways in clothing were accepted by her kind.

When you look at the witches' style, they somehow looked so formal; wearing long skirts or dresses, long sleeves or sweatshirts, and some long scarfs to hide half of their faces. That's how my Mum used to dress, not until she discovered blouses, pants, and long sweeping skirts...

But with Rain, I know there's more to her story. A more justifiable reason behind the sexy clothes...

As mentioned before, the war decreased the vampires and witches' population, to the extent that they almost got extinct. So when coexistence became part of the law, everyone changed their ways, including their style in clothing. 

Vampires adjusted to that change very well, looking very sharp in suits and relaxed in comfy clothing. They look simple yet breathtaking; could attract a crowd without even trying. (Based on experience with my god-like brothers).

While for the witches, they kept the FEAR. Especially women. That's why they decided to hide either their scent by a spell or identity by wearing clothes that cover 70 to 80% of their cursed body — they have weird symbols etched to their skins, some were burned and some were carved there; that's how we know they were witches. 

However, with Rain, the fear didn't stop her. She made it clear that she wanted to look STRONG and BOLD to the public as much as possible. 

Regardless of the attention, and as far as my observation is concerned, I rather use the word FREE for her. 

I mean, she did tell me once how she wanted to free herself from the fear, which her kind embedded unto her mind. Fear weakens their confidence, and most especially their magic. So when Rain found herself wearing less to express more, made her POWERFUL, very confident of course, and brave...

That's when I realized how significant, ordinary things are for the supernatural. Like in the human world, fashion is just a trend that is taken for granted. But here, in the magical world, fashion gave off power. Well, for Rain, that's how it works.

Hopefully, someday, some of her kind can find that sense of freedom as well. Yet, with so much freedom she had already experienced, sometimes Rain becomes overconfident — making her a little wicked, especially with men...

With that, a memory of her in a guy's lap — grinding, played in my brain making me blush furiously.

Oh, dear Goddess, I did not just remember that!

I facepalm myself…

Where is the delete button in the brain when you needed one?

Cursing myself and the recollection, I just shook my head; trying to get the memory out of my brain. Then, I massaged my temples gently before proceeding with the paperwork — being very ambitious now that I could down the stack to one, within the next couple of hours...

Yeah, I could do this,

If it weren't for that disruption… And no, it's not because of Seth or Rain this time.