CHAPTER THREE

I felt like I was a wilted vegetable after we finished touring Grandma Anghelita's house. I can say that I think I won't get lost as easily now,since I'm not forgetful and I already know some of the short cut way here in and outs.

"Tch, it's you again how many times do I have to repeat that you should not block on my way," he said, wearing his super grumpy face.

I took a deep breath and showed him how I rolled my eyes at him. "With the size of this house and the space, you really have to pass by where I'm standing?" I asked back, annoyed.

"The heck! this is my house, and you're the one who should know where you stand," he said, seeming annoyed.

"Heck your house," I teased him. "And this is your grandma's house, not yours."

He smirked and scratched his eyebrow slightly, as if he was annoyed with me.

"Do some research before barking nonsense," he said, like he had something to prove.

"Do you always have to remind me that you own this house? Or is it less about reminding me and more about convincing yourself?" I pressed, wanting to get a rise out of him.

"Are you nuts, or just incapable of understanding?" He stalked toward me, his expression intense.

"I understand perfectly well it's not your house. Maybe you haven't inherited it yet. Is that why you're so miserable." I paused, watching for a reaction.

"Or did your girlfriend leave you because you're such a grump---" Ack! I moan in pain when his hands clamped around my neck. I clawed at his fingers, but his grip only tightened.

"L-let go," I gasped, the air thinning. Before he released me, a cruel smirk twisted his lips.

"Don't push me," he said, his voice was like ice.

I sucked in a ragged breath and watched him stride toward the dining room. If Lola Anghelita doesn't know what makes you tick, I'll find out. I'll make you crack.

I'll push you to your limit, Kaizer.

I sat on the couch, gently massaging my neck. Still felt his fingers there. Tsk, he got aggressive when I mentioned girlfriends. Hmm... what's behind his past?

"Tch, so it's legit that we have a new visitor."

I nearly jumped out of my skin. Someone was right behind me. I whirled around, and my jaw dropped. It was a Kaizer look-alike! Twins? They were spitting images of each other, though Kaizer was a bit taller.

"Tch, don't stare. It's annoying."

Ugh, great. Another grumpy one. Is he mean, too? I noticed him glance at my neck, then back at my face.

"Don't push him. He's capable of worse," he said, his words hanging in the air.

Capable of worse?

"Hi?" I managed, waving like an idiot, trying to act normal. He just glared, those eyebrows practically fused together, and sauntered off.

Just like his brother. Two grumpy people in this house already. If I meet another relative, I swear they'll be even grumpier...or just kill me outright.

I followed him with my gaze, and he was heading to the room right next to mine. Nice I'm in the middle of two ill-tempered siblings.

What's his name, anyway? Just now I noticed he was wearing a school uniform. Aww, does he have night classes?Why is he only stumbling home now, in broad daylight?.

"That's my second grandchild, Kleo.He's in his second year in college," Grandma said suddenly, making me jump.

Oh my god, is it their hobby to just pop up and startle people?

"Grandma! You scared me!" I exclaimed!

"Hahah, sorry about that! Btw,How about your things—your personal things, rather? Do you need anything? Oh, and the fridge is already on its way it'll be put in your room."

Wow, thank you for treating me like these grandma anghelita.

"Grandma, there's no need—"

"I insist. You don't have to worry about anything. It's my duty to give and provide for all your needs." I was left speechless, unable to process what she said. Duty?

Before I could even ask about the duty, she jumped in with another question, completely derailing my train of thought.

"Have you graduated from college already? And what happened to your neck?" she asked when I didn't answer.

I flinched away when she reached to touch my neck. "Nothing, grandma. Just sore, that's all." What would she do if she knew her older grandson did this to me?

"Ahhh, okay. So, what's your degree?"

"Bachelor of Science in Computing and Information Sciences."

"What's that?!" She furrowed her brow. Ack, so cute.

"It was related to computer grandma."

"Oh, Okay" She said while nodding.

"Oh, btw I want to offer you work if you just want only okay? I'm not forcing you. Do you want to work at the company where Kaizer works? I heard he needs a new secretary, I think you'd be perfect."

I froze, remembering how close he'd come to choking me. I was so curious about what made him that way. What was in his past?

"So, what do you think?!" grandma asked excitedly.

I just smiled, not knowing what to say yet. I needed to plan how to find out his secrets.

Driven by curiosity and determined to uncover his past, I agreed to work as his secretary. This way, I might find clues, and I'd also have my own money instead of relying on his grandma.

So here I am, stuck in the backseat of Kaizer Vincent Chuena's fancy car. Of course, he's rocking his signature irritated poker face. After weeks at the Chuena mansion, I'm convinced everyone in that family is allergic to smiling, except for grandma Anghelita.

"Tsk, could you, cover your face? It's more annoying than freaking piles of papers I have to sign." Seriously? He's so extra. Acts like he did nothing to me.

I think his qoutes are : 'Past is past, no need to discuss it,' he acts like he didn't try to suffocate me 2 times.

"Then don't look at me, problem solved," I shot back. I'll fight you, Kaizer.

"Tsk," was all he said before slamming the car door and stalking toward his ridiculously tall company. Did I annoy him again?

I took a deep breath, trying to psych myself up before stepping out of the car.

"Good morning, miss," the guard chirped. I managed a weak smile, then realized Grumpy McGrumperson had already disappeared inside.

"Good morning. I'm the new secretary of Mr. Grum— Chuena. Any idea where I can find his office?" I asked, trying to sound professional.

"Ah, yes, just take the VIP elevator to the 45th floor and you'll find his office there."

I thanked him and beelined for the elevator, following his directions. As the doors slid open on the 45th floor, I stepped out into a long hallway. A lot of walking.

Finally, at the end of the hall, I spotted his office, cause there he was, inside, his eyebrows practically fused together as he glared at the documents he was signing.

I tried to open the door, but it was locked. I knocked, but he didn't even look up.

Does he want me to stay here all day? Is this his revenge for annoying him?