"Congratulations!" I tell Ella as I stand beside her at the sink. My wish to be alone for some moments got denied when she followed me to the bathroom. She smiles, but her brows raise as she looks at me. "On having a baby." She throws me a quick and confused stare. My brows also pull together, wondering what is in her mind. "Oh, that. Thank you. I thought you meant Zed and me,” she says, tilting her head into a radiant smile. She speaks with such elegance and gracefulness that I feel inferior to her. Oh, heavens! She's confirming it. They're pregnant! “That one also. I was worrying for him back then. I was kind of guilty,” I pause, trying to find the right words. I'm sure Zed has confessed everything about us. “But some things just happened beyond our control. So, seeing that he’s happy now makes me breathe freely again.” “We all fail in life,” she says, holding my gaze; her interlaced hands suspend under the faucet, “but what’s more important is we move on.” “Right,” I smile,
Zed's POV "Jamella," I mumble as I type on the G****e search box the name of the restaurant Ella and Kim talked about during the meeting. Photos of both the exterior and interior views of Jamella then appear on my screen. I gasp in surprise. What greets my eyes aren't simple views of a common restaurant but the mighty elegance and luxury of a five-star establishment. "Wow!" I turn to Ella, who sits by my side inside the car. "What?" she asks, holding my questioning gaze. If she's amused at my surprised look, her expression doesn't show. "You own this?" I ask, showing her the photos of my phone. She nods but sighs afterward. "My father, but he left them to me when he passed away." A glint of sadness flickers in her eyes for a mere moment. I get curious, so I hold her gaze. "Sorry to hear that." She chuckles, "It's alright. It's been years ago. I'm long past the mourning stage." "How's your
I watch Ella until she disappears from my sight. The hotel's lobby still looks lively despite the wee hours of the night. And the soft golden light streaming from the inside allows a clearer silhouette of her retreating back, even as she enters the elevator. People are coming in and out of the entrance; some are in groups, some in pairs. Along the stretch of the glass wall, I can see the rows of couches -- all filled with people hanging out. Perhaps, some are catching up over late-night coffee, some just dating. Everyone else looks happy, except Ella and me. I slowly maneuver out of the parking lot, a pang of pain and loneliness enveloping me. This is my choice; I have no one to blame. Not even Yen who is the sole cause of my miseries. Nothing seems good enough to swerve me out of my conviction until this time. And perhaps, the only person who could free me out from the safe haven of my solitude is yet to be born. I raise my left arm and look at my watch. It's already past one in
I walk toward the receptionist's area, a sense of self-mockery poking my conscience. I spit out the words of kind rejection several times to Ella, only to find myself swallowing my own puke. I told her I didn't want any woman in my life, embarrassing her even. But now I am here, walking into the last place I'd ever set my feet into. However, I need to do this – Yen prompting me into this. Last night at the hotel, I remember myself fuming in embarrassment deep inside. That eccentric Dennis unconsciously exposed me through his tactlessness. His words still reverberate in my mind even as my eyes were on the receptionist. "From now on, you'll keep coming here to see your inspiration," his teasing voice now taunts me again, playing like a broken tape. Damn that latte art, Dennis is right! "Good morning, sir! May I help you?" says the receptionist, interrupting my thoughts. "Please tell Miss Ella Sahara that someone wants to talk to her." "Your name please, sir?" "Zedrick Ramos." I wa
Ella's POV My sense of envy overwhelmed me when I saw how Zed cared for Yen. I want to be loved freely like her and by a man who can freely be with me. Yet, it seems I am destined to be involved with a complicated man from a complicated world. That even our dates should be discreet as if I am the worst criminal in the world. And now, James is in jail. He may have set me free, but his request binds me to him. I may not like to live a troublesome life – my father even made sure of that– but I can’t turn my back on him. He loves me, and does great things for me and my dad. Chances give me a huge favor. I met Mr. Kim Mori and his wife without any effort. Then, here comes his offer to collaborate with him, providing me the chance to invade his territory. According to James, Mr. Kim Mori doesn’t have a group of genius computer engineers or software designers. However, he has Dennis – the brain of all their flagship products. And my first task is to get to know him and win him over. If th
I send Zed a message when Yen and I are about to conclude. I can't believe it; their offer is too generous. But that is because they're doing it for Zed. So there must be reasons why they have to give back, although indirectly.A gentle knock at the door makes us turn our heads. It then opens, revealing a fresh and gorgeous Zed smiling at us."Good noon, dear," his gaze freezes for a moment, but then he blinks and smiles, "I mean Yen. I'm sorry."Yen just chuckles and waves a hand, telling him it's alright. "We had been together for quite a long time, Zed, so I understand it isn't easy to change things. I don't mind, but I hope Miss Ella does the same."Yen looks at me calmly, a smile plastered on her beautiful face."Of course, I don't. I even appreciate how both of you master the art of sportsmanship," I say, giving her back a polite smile."It's because the friendship was great before we became a couple."Suddenly, I get lost
He was the man who was with Mr. Kim Mori a few minutes ago. I'm so surprised that we have picked the same place for lunch. However, he's unfriendly, so I look away when our eyes meet.Zed's attention is still on the attendant who has mistakenly included a latte art in his coffee. Why he reacted that way was beyond me. So, I just observe him silently."Who's the boss you mean?""Mr. D," the attendant replies, his eyes flickering nervously. "Sir, I'll give you another cup."Zed sighs and waves a hand, "No. It's fine."What's wrong with him? He's angry a while ago but says he's fine with it. And what's with the latte art?I pull the cup closer to me to know what bothers Zed. He doesn't react, so I go ahead, peering into the cup. A white microfoam pattern of a beautiful woman floats on a surface. I gasp in awe. She's so beautiful!I pick up my phone and take a picture of the art. "This is so awesome, Zed! We also put in latte art
Zed's POV Seeing how broken Ella is promptsme to break my rules the second time. She has no one to lean on, and so I am. I don't have a numb heart that I can't feel her loneliness; I just don't want to gethurt again. And I refuse to go through the hard process of healing and moving on again. "I'll take you home," I said after watching her empty her stomach. I can't forgive myself if she dies from dehydration just because she has no one to call upon. Hyperemesis gravidarum can have severe complications – that's what I've learned when Yen underwent that stage. "But-" Ella starts to protest, but I know what is in her mind. "But in every rule, there is always an exemption. We can be friends, can't we?" "I will be staying in your house?" "Of course, but in a separate room." "Of course," she laughs. I lead Ella back to our seat once her vomiting urges stop. Seeing that