CHAPTER 3
REJECTED
“Have a seat, please,” he presented the chair in front of him. “I think, I did not reserve this café for nothing. Now, sit.” Grant’s voice was deep and resonant, imbued with confidence and authority.
With a gentle smile, she took the chair across him. Her eyes were glued on him, waiting for some news that could be good or bad. And worse, this man could have found out about her secret.
His eyes were deep-set and piercing, like a hawk surveying its prey.
Trixie came over with a tray in her hand. She put down two cups of freshly brewed coffee. One is their best selling and the other was her favorite. With a naughty smile and a wink, she left.
“So, Ria. Am I right?” he began.
She nodded, taking a sip of her latte. Her eyes dodged his gaze. There’s no use in telling him a lie about her name now. She can’t even imagine how this man found where she works.
“It was really you whom I met in Paris before.”
Again, she nodded. As much as possible, she keeps on running away from her past, particularly whatever happened in Paris. Her dream became a nightmare ever since.
“Perhaps, you remembered me? It’s Grant.”
“Of course.” How could she forget this man?
“I am here to offer you a job. Be my girlfriend.”
That made her raise an eyebrow. A job? Girlfriend? Is she hearing correctly?
“I know it sounds ridiculous, but I am serious.” Grant leaned forward, his hands resting lightly on the table’s surface. “You just have to pretend my girl and I will pay you twice your salary.”
She took a sigh. “You’ve got a serious problem, Sir. Whatever happened to you last night with your so-called fiancée, I am out of it.” She stood up, she was about to walk out.
“Ria, please.”
“We can refund your reservation for you just wasted your time on nothing.”
He however also stood and stepped towards her. He slipped his hand into his pocket, fingers closing a small embossed card. He glanced up at her, his eyes meeting hers with a subtle intensity. With a deft movement, he extended his arm towards her, offering his card.
“If ever you change your mind.”
She watched as he deftly slipped it into the pocket of her apron, his fingers brushing lightly against the fabric of her clothes. As he withdrew his hand, a faint smile played at the corners of his lips. He held her gaze for a moment before turning and walking away, his footsteps echoing softly against the pavement.
And there she stood, watching him disappear in the distance. “Did that man just lose his mind?” she scoffs.
They opened the café after the man left. And she went back there serving the customers heading their way to taste their pastries and brews.
Her whole day went just as normal as usual. And as the last customers of the day trickle out of the café, she slips out her apron and tosses it onto a hook by the door. Her feet ache from hours of standing, but her eyes sparkle with energy and determination. She knows that her work is not yet done.
Without a moment’s hesitation, she hurries out into the cool night air, her hair whipping around her face as she makes her way to the fast-food drive-thru. As she steps behind the counter, she slips on a fresh apron, the bright colors and logo a stark contrast to the muted tones of the café.
There she takes orders with a smile, chatting amiably with each customer as she punches their request on the computer.
Without looking at the window, she asked the next customer who was in an Audi TT. “Welcome to MD! What will be your order --” she paused as her eyes transferred to the man in the car. “—Sir?” she continued.
“Are you following me?” she could not stop herself to ask, careful not to be heard by her co-workers.
Then, he smiled playfully. That irritated her more.
“You did not call me.”
“And I do not plan to.”
“Two thousand,” he mumbled.
“What?”
“That will be enough and it will be more than enough that you can resign from your jobs.”
She smiled bitterly. Right now, she was offered not just twice but five times more than her monthly salary. It will be enough to support herself and her son. “Why me? You can hire anybody with your offer.”
“It’s you who can fight over my so-called fiancée.”
“Grant. There are things that you can’t buy with money.” She took a sigh. “If you’re not going to buy. Please just move ahead.”
His face saddened and became serious. “A Quarter Pound with cheese and a large soda, please,” he said in his baritone voice.
“Would you want it with fries?” she asked, her gaze focused on the monitor.
“No. Thank you.”
“Please proceed to the next--”
Grant drove to the next window for his order without waiting for her to finish her instruction.
“Ria,” called the manager. “Your phone’s been ringing in the locker room for minutes now. It must be an emergency. I will ask Ricky to catch your shift.”
And so, she went to the locker room. She picked up her phone to see that she got around thirty calls and some messages. The phone in her hand rang with a shrill urgency that cut through the stillness of the room like a knife. Her heart was racing with a sudden sense of foreboding.
“Gwen?” she answered in her slightly trembling voice.
“Ria. I am here at the hospital. Lumiere.” Her voice is tense and obviously was crying a minute ago.
Her heart sank as she heard her son’s name. A cold knot of fear formed in her stomach. She could feel her hands trembling. “What… What is it? Is everything okay?” she managed to choke out.
“He fainted, but he is conscious now. I still don’t know. The doctor is running some tests.”
With a deep breath, Ria gathered her strength and made her way to the hospital. Thankfully, the manager allowed her for the emergency matter.
Her heart was pounding in fear and desperation, she is a whirlwind of emotions. Her eyes dart around the sterile, fluorescent-lit hallway, frantically searching for her son. Her breath comes in short gasps, and her hands tremble with the intensity of her anxiety. As she approaches the reception desks, her voice shakes as she blurts out her son’s name, her urgency is palpable. She clutches her purse tightly to her chest as if it only grounds her in that overwhelming moment.
Not long after, she found where her son was confined. Beside him was Gwen who was patiently looking out for him.
“How is he?” she asked.
Gwendolyn looked up at her. “He’s sleeping. He is okay now. But the doctor needs to analyze his tests first before discharging him.”
“Thanks, Gwen.” She sat down on the bed, brushing her fingers on his pale cheeks.
The doctor’s footsteps echoed down the corridor as he approached them, his expression a mixture of gravity and hope.
“Excuse me. A family member of Grant Lumiere Gomez?” the doctor asked.
“I am the mother,” Ria stood proudly and faced the doctor along with the nurse behind him.
As he began to speak, his voice was calmed and measured, yet filled with empathy for her. The doctor is still in his mid-thirties and is looking younger than his real age. He has broad shoulders that are coated with his flawless lab coat. He looks so pure in those white cloth.
Doctor Mercado explained the details of the operation in clear, concise terms, outlining the risks and benefits with a steady hand. Despite the seriousness of the situation, the doctor’s words were infused with a sense of optimism, and a belief in the power of modern medicine to heal and restore. It is costly but the doctor spoke of the skill and expertise of his surgical team, and the cutting-edge technology at their disposal.
“I understand,” she nodded, and a sense of calm began to wash over her.
“That’s good. For now, here is the list of Lumiere’s additional vitamins and maintenance. Our pharmacy is on the first floor.”
“Thank you,” she said as she received the piece of paper.
She felt her knees weaken as the medical personnel left.
“Ria! Are you okay?” her best friend asked.
“Oh, Gwendolyn. Where will I get that big amount? My poor baby,” she whispered, carefully not to be heard by her kid.
“Ria. How about going back to our hometown?”
“Not this again, Gwendolyn. I can do this on my own.” She stood up and waved her goodbye to settle things before they could be discharged.
She dashed towards the checkout counter, her bag swinging wildly from her arm. Just as she reached for her wallet, disaster struck. The bag slipped from her grasp, spilling its content across the floor in a chaotic jumble of pens, cosmetics, and receipts.
For a moment, she froze, her eyes glued to the calling card that was given to her that same day. It had slipped out and now was tantalizingly close to her fingertips. Her gaze remained fixed on the card, her mind racing with thoughts of how that card could help her that time.
CHAPTER 4 CONTRACTED As she sat there, staring at her phone, Ria couldn’t decide whether or not to call him. She thought about all the possible outcomes and wondered if she was ready to take the risk. It has been days and her son was already discharged. The doctor reminded her to make an appointment upon finalizing her decision. The only problem is that she needed a bigger budget for the surgery. Her son had been a sickly child. They already tried a blood transfusion for his anemia but it was not enough. After a year, his unstable illness reoccurred. And the only person that she could call right now is the owner of the number punched into her phone. With a deep breath and a sudden wave of courage, she knew that she had to take the chance. She dialed and heard a few rings before someone picked up. “I’ve been waiting for your call, Ria,” said a baritone voice from the other line. Her jaw dropped even before she could say hello. “How?” she said not knowing what exactly to say. Ho
CHAPTER 5 TELL As Ria stood at the locker, her tired eyes scanned her lifeless phone screen, longing for any sign of connection or excitement. Her long, auburn hair was tied up in a messy bun, revealing a few loose strands framing her pale face. The fluorescent lights of the locker room cast an unflattering glow on her features, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes. Her cute apron, adorned with coffee stains and crumbs, hung loosely off her this frame. It was a reminder of the long hours she had spent on her feet. It has been a week since she and Grant signed a contract for their fake relationship, yet he was not calling or texting her about her new tasks. Well, her pride is telling her at the back of her head not to call him first. It would make her look so desperate. In fact, she really is. She took a deep sigh and headed towards the exit of their locker room. “What with the long face? Got a problem with your boyfriend?” Trixie asked from the counter. She was still on
CHAPTER 6 RULES “The plan was changed. We will be having dinner at the restaurant tonight. Have you memorized the details?” Grant spoke in a full of tension. Ria could see that he was trying to maintain a calm and collected demeanor, but his nerves were beginning to get the best of him. Not only him, but bet she too also felt the tension. “I guess, I know most of the details already.” She was just fetched right after her duty at the Sweet Café and was told that she will be meeting that night his parents and not by the weekends. He began to loosen his necktie that he felt the knot tightening with every passing second. “Eunice talked to them to wait for your arrival. They were planning to set the date of the wedding by tonight. And I won’t let that happen.” He looked at her for a second. “We’ll be driving to the mall. You are a model. You shouldn’t show up like that, right?” She looked down at her uniform with the apron that she forgot to remove upon dashing out of the café. She h
CHAPTER 7 ARRIVED “Thanks for accompanying me,” Ria told her best friend as she handed her her drink to quench their thirst from an hour of walking. “No problem. I got myself a coffee,” Gwen cheerfully said as she raised her tall tumbler of an iced brew. “Besides, I need to divert my mind,” she mumbled and took a sip of her straw. “Why? Is there something wrong with your intern?” She shook her head and released a deep sigh. “Yeah. Training is so hard. But what could be harder to remember a single thing that happen once in your life? That damn doctor!” she mumbled with a stressed tone. “What was that?” she asked for words she spoke unclearly to her ears. “Nothing. Come on. We need to buy you some boots.” Gwen pulled her hand as they started to browse through the endless alley of dresses and shoes. The two girls seemed to be in their own little world, giggling and chatting as they moved from store to store. Not only they got themselves new outfits but also groceries for stackin
CHAPTER 8 TOUR Ria opened her eyes slowly, feeling the warmth of the morning breeze in the province. She stretched her arms and legs, enjoying the softness of the bed. She reached for her phone as her first task of the day. As much as she wanted to savor this feeling of bliss, she knew she needed to get up that early. She got up and walked to the window, pulling back the curtains. She gasped at the sight of the vast green land of various fruit trees and a garden that was taken care of like children. She wrapped herself in a robe and headed downstairs, where a constant silence was heard and morning chicken crowing. No one’s still around that time of dawn, no staff to greet her a good morning. She wandered around the villa, clutching her phone like a lifeline. She had to make a call, but the signal was nowhere to be found. She tried every room, every window, every corner, but nothing. She felt like a prisoner in this luxurious place, cut off from the world. She began to walk outside
CHAPTER 9 FRIENDS Ria felt a sudden heat rise to her cheeks as if a thousand suns had lit up inside her. She couldn’t believe he had said those words, those sweet and dangerous words that made her heart flutter and her stomach twist. She wanted to say something back, but her tongue was dry. She looked away, hoping he wouldn’t notice her blush, and pointed to the area where she was earlier. It was the place where she saw a magnificent waterfall and sea. “Should we go there?” she said, trying to sound casual. “I think we should go back,” he said, his tone somehow turned serious. “It looks like a nice place to discover,” she said as she took a few steps when he spoke again. “Miss Cortez,” he called to her. That made her pause and looked back. “Why so formal right now?” she asked. “They won’t see or hear from here, now. We’re still strangers to each other. Our relationship is just pure business.” Without hearing her talk back, he went back to the stable to return his horse. She
CHAPTER 10 TREMBLE Ria put on a brave face, hiding her emotions behind a mask of indifference. She doesn’t want to feel that way. She was not supposed to feel that way. She smiled, acting like nothing had changed as nothing mattered. She buried her feelings deep inside, locking them away in a dark and lonely place. She hoped they would fade away, disappear, or die. But they didn’t. They made her feel like she wasn’t herself anymore. “Oh, you’re here already? I thought you’ll be here by the next day,” Patricia mentioned as they finally got near them. “Well. We will not let you take all the credit for helping,” said a guy who looks like the other one. “By the way, this is Jett and Jaye. I don’t know which one of them but they always make fools out of us,” Grant introduced the twins like two peas in a pod. One of them winked and the other one just smiled. “This is Lucas and Quinn. They’re siblings.”
CHAPTER 11PHOBIAThey stood on the terrace, watching the flames dance and flicker in the night. They could hear the laughter and chatter of his friends, who were gathered around the campfire.Ria felt a pang of loneliness and envy, wishing she could join them, like her real friends. She never had that number of friends. Well, she never was as friendly as Grant. She only has Gwen and Trixie, and she doesn’t even know if she can be considered as her friend for they have been together since she started her job.Quinn waved at them cheerfully, who finally saw them upstairs.She sighed and turned to Grant. “I’ve already calmed down. You can go back to them now.” She looked down again. “To her,” she pointed out the girl he has been looking for since she arrived.Grant somehow diverted his gaze onto her. The shock was visible on his face.“I saw how yo