CHAPTER 06

ALLISON P.O.V

The whole day passed by quickly. It was a good thing my boss left early because he said there was an emergency at his place. I did not ask for the exact reason because I am not one to gossip.

I walked to the parking lot to get my car when a fair-skinned woman blocked my path. She had long hair and wore very thick makeup.

 

"So! Are you Ms. Del Fierro? The new personal assistant of Dwayne?"

 

Wow! She calls my boss by his first name. That is just great.

 

"Yes, that is right. Why? Do you have something to say or a concern to raise?" I answered in a firm tone, but she simply raised an eyebrow at me.

 

"Stay away from Dwayne. He belongs to me," she said in a proud and annoying manner. I let out a short laugh.

 

"Why? Is something funny to you?" she asked angrily while staring at me with wide eyes.

 

"Not at all, Ma'am. First of all, I am here to work and not to chase after Sir Dwayne. Do not get so agitated so you do not lose your composure." I replied with a roll of my eyes while searching through my bag because I could not find my car keys.

 

"It is good that we understand each other. By the way, I am Monica. Remember my name. Goodbye!" She said this and walked away quickly, but not before deliberately bumping her shoulder against mine.

 

"So dramatic! She acts so beautiful when she is far from perfect," I whispered to myself.

 

It turned out my keys were in my pocket all along. I had emptied almost everything inside my bag for no reason.

 

I drove home quickly and luckily I did not get stuck in traffic. In less than thirty minutes, I arrived home.

 

From the parking area, I could see Angelo waiting for me at the doorway.

 

"Sis! Where is the skin I asked for?" He greeted me cheerfully.

 

"Here it is." I said while handing him a bag filled with chicken skin.

 

"Oh come on! I told you I wanted a skin from Mobile Legends and not actual chicken skin! You really never listen to what I say." He walked inside the house grumbling while carrying the bag of chicken skin. I did tell him I would buy chicken skin after all. I scratched my head as I followed him inside.

 

I placed my bag on the sofa and went to check on my son. I found him fast asleep beside my mother in their room.

 

"Allie, you are home. How did your application go?" My mother asked.

 

"I got accepted, Mom." I said happily. A look of relief spread across my mother's face.

 

"That is wonderful news. I am sure your sister will be happy to hear this." She added. My smile faded away immediately.

 

"By the way, your sister mentioned that she will visit us this month." She continued. I took a deep breath.

"For what? To show off again?" I replied in a flat tone.

 

I kissed my son gently on his forehead and looked back at my mother whose face had turned sad.

 

"Have you two still not spoken to each other? She is your older sister after all." My mother said. I gave a fake smile. She was the reason why I lost our late father's restaurant. I lost it because of her selfishness. She is the older sibling so she should have managed the business. She spoke badly about me to different investors so they would support her instead. She succeeded even though our father had placed the business under my name. I did not want to fight over it so I let her have it.

 

"It is alright, Mom. I will take good care of Drake. Please rest now." I changed the subject. My mother did not say anything more because she knew this conversation would only turn into another argument.

Once she left the room, I let out a long heavy sigh. I lay down beside my son to rest. I did not notice that night had already fallen. I eventually fell asleep.

 

Ringgggggg...

 

I forced my eyes open because of my phone's loud ringtone. I did not answer it right away. I first checked on Drake to see if the noise woke him up. When I saw that he was still asleep, I picked up the phone and answered it with half closed eyes.

 

"Ah, this feels so good..."

 

My eyes flew wide open in shock at what I heard from the other end of the line. I rushed into the bathroom and prepared to shout at the caller.

 

"Ah, keep going..."

 

I was about to hang up the call when I heard a woman's voice speak next.

 

"Go faster, Dwayne..."

 

My face burned red upon hearing his name. That man is shameless. He called me just to let me hear his indecent acts. He probably thought I would get jealous. What a fool.

 

"Allison." He called my name in a deep husky voice as if I were the woman beside him.

 

"You are both disgusting!"

 

Thud! I lost control of my anger and threw my phone. It hit the bathroom tiles and shattered into pieces. In the end, I was the one who felt regret because my phone was ruined. How rude of you, Dwayne.

 

I ran my hands through my hair out of frustration. I went back to bed but I could no longer sleep. I spent the whole night wondering who that woman was with him.

 

THE NEXT MORNING

"Sis, what did you do last night? You look like a panda with those dark circles under your eyes." Angelo asked while sipping his coffee.

 

"Nothing much. I am still sleepy. Do not annoy me this early." I replied shortly while preparing milk for my son.

 

I glanced toward the living room where I left Drake in his crib. He was awake now and moving around happily.

 

"So grumpy so early in the morning." Angelo added before leaving the house.

 

I looked at the clock and breathed a sigh of relief. It was still early. I had plenty of time to care for my son before going to work.

 

My son looks exactly like his father. He has his eyes, nose and face shape. He does not seem to have taken anything after me even though I carried him for nine months. It feels so unfair.

 

I stared at his thick eyebrows for a moment. There is no doubt that you are truly the son of Dwayne Sandoval.

 

"Allie, your sister has arrived in Manila." My mother suddenly appeared holding a glass that our late father gave her.

 

The calm feeling I had vanished instantly and annoyance took its place.

 

"I thought she would stay longer in America?" I asked in a flat tone.

 

"She has important business matters to attend to here so she returned right away." My mother answered while preparing her coffee.

 

"That is just great." I said nothing more and turned away to attend to my son.

 

I do not care at all about what is happening in her life. Apart from spending money and chasing men, I know nothing else about her. She's the blacksheep of the family but luckily she handled our business so well.

 

That's bullshit!