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 proudly standing at about five feet and seven inches tall.
So that means… I’m dead? Damn it! How would I be able to talk to her about this painting when she was already mad at me?
Glancing at her face, her left eyebrow never left its highest arc the moment she saw me again. It was as if her blood automatically came to a boiling point at my presence when today was absolutely the first day we ever saw each other.
I never met her before and I couldn’t remember if she was somehow related to me or if she was included in my long list of women. Would I accept the fact that I was already defeated without even getting started?
I thought, she was a man and he was already old by now but it was only my wrong assumption. How on earth that Drey could be the name of a girl? I even called her ‘Sir Drey’ in my thoughts, but it looked like we just came from the same age group. Meaning, she was only around fourteen years old when she did this artwork.
Moreover, if she created this masterpiece about twelve years ago, it could be close to the time when I met Juno. By that time, Drey might be also wandering around the beautiful beaches and islands of El Nido.
But why does she have to paint a mermaid in the first place? What was her inspiration to create such an exceptional classic?
She doesn’t look like an artist at all! Or could it be… she also had a close encounter with Juno before? What if she was a friend of hers?
But it wasn’t about physical attributes, I guessed. I was a very successful businessman but I didn’t look like one. People would mistake me as a commercial model or the highest-paid actor because there was no question that I was the real epitome of the word handsome. A full-package heartthrob!
But enough of me, what could be the possible reason for her to depict the exact features of Juno? It was impossible to believe that it was only a product of her imagination.
I was still in a state of confusion when she shifted her attention back to her brother. It was as if I entirely ruined her mood.
“Next time, don’t you ever talk again to anyone especially to those you don’t know, understand? But where’s Uncle? I told you not to wander here alone, right?” She threw him a series of questions as she went closer, bent her back slightly, and held his shoulders.
The kid just nodded at her, as if he was really afraid of his vexed sister. “He is in the parking lot. I just went here because I was too excited to see you. You stayed for two weeks in Tokyo and you know me, I wouldn’t get easily lost.”
She looked at me again before she continued talking to her brother. “Then, why are you talking to him? You don’t have to give your trust to someone so easily, Nickos. We don’t know him and what he’s capable of doing! He might do something bad to you. Now, let’s go. We’re just wasting our time to nonsense people.”
She then grabbed her brother’s wrist, stood straight, and before she turned around, she gave me that one last glare. It was like a sharp dagger ready to kill me. But no, it was more of a butcher’s knife ready to chop my whole body.
However, Nickos still managed to look at me with confusion as they started to walk away and merged with other people. I shouldn’t let them vanish from my sight when I wasn’t yet able to discuss my proposal about her artwork.
You’re a very successful business magnate, Aris. You can do it!
That was when I screamed out of chaos while running towards them. “Drey, wait!” I didn’t mind the eyes of everyone when I made such a scene.
She looked in my direction with narrowed eyes and furrowed eyebrows. Now, she could stab me with those sharp glares of hers. A sullen brooding look of anger was evident on her entire face as well. Though annoyed, I could tell that she was still beautiful.
“Wow! I don’t remember that I gave my name to someone like you, mister. So you’re not just a pervert, huh? You’re also a damn good-for-nothing type of stalker! Isn’t the plane incident not enough? Well, you know what? It was so unfortunate to be seated beside you. Tell me, what do you want now?” She groaned while still holding her brother.
I heaved a deep sigh. I guessed I would be the first one to surrender here. But I had to because I needed to ask her a damn-good and badly immense favor.
“I-If you want me to say s-sorry about what happened a while ago, if I unconsciously touched you… or spanked you… or hit you? Or whatever term you would like to call it, I’m sorry. That was purely unintentional. I’m really sorry for what happened between the two of us, okay? I-It’s not yet late to say sorry, right? So… are we okay now, D-Drey?” I stuttered, trying to appease her.
She didn’t answer me but I caught a slight change in her facial expression. Her aura somewhat softened though, but I still couldn’t deny the fact that she was still annoyed at me. I was disheartened by the fact that there could be a woman who would hate me on our very first meeting.
Well, it was Drey Laxamana. The artist. The first woman who ever hated me.
“Anyway… your brother told me that you were the one who did that painting, that’s why I was able to know your name. It was written there, and I must admit… your painting was incomparably great. It was truly exceptional,” I continued because she didn’t utter a word. That was the cue for me to convince her, but I just couldn’t believe that I was capable of talking to someone like this.
Damn it! Where’s the real Aris?
“So? Just because my name was written there, you think you already had the right to call me on a first-name basis? Let me remind you of where you stand, okay? We’re not even close, dude! And I don’t need any of your flattering words. Answer me straight to the point. What. Do. You. Want?” Her tone was full of hatred while stressing the last four words.
She even dropped Nickos’ wrist so that she could place both of her hands on her waist. She was also looking at me straight in the eyes without breaking our eye contact even for a few seconds.
Did I really hit her that hard for her to loath me like this?
Raising both of my hands in the air, I finally surrendered. “Okay, I’ll go straight to the point as you asked. Please do me a favor, a huge one.” Now, I began to explain with hand gestures. “I wanted to have a copy of that painting as soon as possible. Name your price. I’ll pay you regardless of how much it costs! One hundred thousand pesos? Or you want it double or triple? If you don’t need money, just tell me what you want for an exchange. A sports car? A luxurious bachelorette’s pad? A billion-worth yacht? Tell me and I’ll be more than happy to give it to you.”
I didn’t care anymore if I sounded so desperate here. I might be misunderstood here to the point that I might be insulting her with what my money could give her, but what else could I offer? I wanted that painting and what Aris wants, Aris gets! I would make sure that she would agree to it.
She blatantly narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth with disgust.
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
Drey Laxamana’s P.O.V.“Yeah, I certainly knew about that thing, miss. Drey and I don’t keep secrets to each other, it will just ruin our relationship. The truth is I have always been blessed for having her in my life.”I looked at Aris and silently pinched his hand to stop him. But still, he continued praising me like I wasn’t sure if he was only doing that on purpose.“Look at Drey? A licensed engineer, a professional model, and an adept artist! What more could I ask for? She’s so talented that I couldn’t even blink when I looked at her. I should thank your boyfriend, right?” he said as he even held my hand tighter as he narrowed his eyes to Ivan. “But for now, I was thinking how could he avoid all the bad lucks that was already attached to him… for choosing an ounce of charcoal over a pound of gold!” Aris even scornfully winked at my so-called best friend.I was not seeing my reflection in the mirror but I was one hundred percent sure that what he said made me blush. I didn’t know w
Aris Sandoval’s P.O.V.“Why did you do that?” Ondrea asked as soon as we were already inside my car. Those paparazzi didn’t ask further questions anymore after hearing what they wanted to hear from us.I wasn’t a celebrity and I didn’t have plans to be one, though I looked like one, but I knew how to respond from those prying people. Give them what they wanted to hear and case closed. They would no longer bother you so you were free to go.“What?” I ‘innocently’ asked, though I already knew what she was talking about. I was wearing my calm and deadpan expression but the truth was I really wanted to laugh.“Don’t ask as if you’re innocent, Aris. Why did you told them that I’m your girlfriend? They will surely have malicious thoughts, for Christ’s sake!” she bellowed before she held her forehead like I caused her so much trouble. Now, I loved to see the ‘first’ Ondrea that I met three weeks ago.I secretly smiled. “Ah, that? For them to easily let go of us, Ondrea! If I didn’t tell them