Chapter 3

I still can't believe that Allistair Montero is in front of me now. I don't know how to act or even how to talk to him.

I'm still starstruck. The man I kept following for months is now in front of me and talking to me casually. What should I do? Should I ask him questions? What?

Suddenly, a strong pour of rain started. I'm only wearing sleeveless, pants and a cardigan. I'm wet, that means, I'm cold.

"Why are you looking at me like I'm a pot of gold?" 

Because you are. That's what I want to answer. 

"I didn't know that my handsomeness can make a woman shiver. I thought women only shiver when they're laying under me?" He teased.

My face became beat red. That joke is green, or maybe I'm the only green. Green-minded shit.

"I-I'm not shivering because of your so-called handsomeness. I'm shivering because it's fucking c-cold!" I sneered at him. 

I don't fucking care about him for a moment. I don't care if he's a billionaire or what. As of this moment, he needs to be at least a little gentleman since a woman is shivering in cold in front of him. 

"Oh?" He looked shocked. "Here," he offered his jacket. 

I was about to pick it from his hands when I felt dizzy suddenly. I almost fell to the ground. Everything in my sight is blurry. Thankfully, he caught me. 

I don't know which hand he grabbed me and I'm also not sure how did he catch me, but I don't think that'll matter anymore. My eyes went off. They dropped and lost consciousness.

"Good Morning," that's the first thing I heard after I woke up. Then I realized, there's a sun. Shining right to my face, I'm not dreaming, right? 

I immediately forced myself to go up and go home. I need to go home, my head is beating like a pulse and my surroundings are spinning. Wait, did I get a fever? What time is it? 

I need to attend work! I might get fired!

But a hand stopped me from doing so. 

"You have a fever. Stay, go home after you rest. If you're worried about your family, call them. Tell them what happened. If you happen to have a boyfriend..." he stopped for a second.

"Go out, now." With that, I rolled my eyes. "Is that the new way of asking or knowing if a shawty has a jack? Because, if yes, then it's quite funny. I'll lay down and rest since you won't force me to go out, I don't have a boyfriend, after all," I said emphasizing the phrase saying I don't have a boyfriend. 

That's the truth though. I can't have a boyfriend because I don't have time to flirt and look for someone that will also hurt me either emotionally, sometimes psychologically, or even physically. 

Maybe I'll have time if I already got a stable income and comfortable lifestyle after my siblings graduate from their universities. 

I texted Shein, I explained why I wasn't able to go home. Of course, I told her everything honestly, I don't want to lie to my siblings as much as possible. 

I don't believe in white lies, I only believe in oath and debt. Yeah.

"By the way, what's your name?" He peeked on the space between the door and its doorway. 

"Ina," I don't know why did I say my nickname. Maybe because I'm sick and I don't care what he calls me anymore. 

"Ina, huh?" He smirked. 

My right eyebrow rose with his statement. "What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head sidewards.

"I'm-"

"Allistair Montero, I know you. I'm not one of those girls who fantasize about you with them in one bed. I'm one of those paparazzi who follow you around all the time. You see, I know you. No need to introduce yourself to me, Mr. Billionaire."

"I was gonna say 'you can call me, Star' but then you said you already know who am I and you're one of my paparazzi then you can decide what to call me, I won't mind," he shrugged his shoulders. 

My jaw dropped. He just attempted to let me call him by his nickname! Is this even for real? I feel like I'm not going to be able to sleep again since this man in front of me is very talkative.

"Then, should I feel honored?" I asked him innocently. "Since you attempted to let me call you by your nickname?"

He laughed. You know the laugh that a person lets out when he or she feels like shit, but can't say that they feel shit? That's what kind of laugh he just did.

"I'm honored, Karina. I am," he smiled. This time is genuine. 

What does he mean that he's honored? Is he being crazy? What's an honor in meeting a nosy and cringy freak like me? 

"By the way, since you don't look like you're sleeping anymore. Don't you want breakfast? You're at my mom's house. I was actually on my way here yesterday when I ran to you. I decided to just bring you along with then let you sleep on the streets."

Why does it sound like I'm obliged to say thank you? Huh? Who in the world told him to bring me here? I didn't! So, yeah. I won't say-

"Thank you."

What?! Am I going crazy again?! 

"No big deal, come on! Prepare yourself, you'll meet my lovely mother."

Lovely mother, how sweet. I wish all men are like that when treating their mothers. 

I cleaned the bed before going downstairs. Their house is elegant, you'll know in one glance that it's a house of elegance. The combination of gold and white is priceless.

I heard voices in the kitchen and so I followed the direction. The sooner I get the louder the noises become.

"Mom, she's my visitor last night."

The woman turned to me and my eyes opened wide.

"Tita A-Aurora?"