John POV Seven days later, Malia and I got back from a life-changing vacation on her one billion dollars worth island. Who could have thought I married someone who owns an entire island? I considered the vacation a life-changing experience simply because a lot of wonderful things happened between me and Malia. Even though we only spent seven days, it looks like I have known her my entire life. We did a few activities on the island such as morning and night swimming, island hopping, collecting logs to use for bonfires, and eating unlimited seafood. Of course, I could never forget about drinking beer and wine. It has played a very unfortunate event between Malia and me. We accidentally kissed. But, it happens only once. Until then, both of us were getting cautious the incident would not happen again, especially when the kiss happens on our first day on the island. I don't want to spend the rest of my six days without talking to her. So, we agreed that wh
No matter how hard I tried not to think green, my brain kept on thinking that way even if that is not what Malia means by her invitation. How could I think not? She's a woman and I'm a guy with human needs. And we are about to sleep in the same bed. "But if you find me uncomfortable, it's all right. I know it's inappropriate for a woman and a man to sleep in the same bed, especially when they don't have a romantic relationship." Malia even made the situation more awkward. "No. It's fine - really." so, I shortly clear out my throat, grab the blanket and pillow from the floor, and unhurriedly crawl onto the other side of the bed. Malia then pointed her face in the other direction to make sure my rotten face will not explode. I don't want to think deeper so I forced my eyes to close and sleep as fast as possible. The next morning, I woke up with my head spinning. I didn't get enough sleep because I'd been thinking a lot last night, not because she somehow put
I don't want to extend the awkward sensation between us, so, I flashed to the living area at the speed of light. When I got there, gramps was already waiting for me, partly furious. "Get the car ready," he ordered. For God's sake. If he is not Malia's grandfather, I might have kicked or punched him on the butt already. He had a bunch of security guards standing in the living area, yet he waited for me so he can ask me to do it. "What are you looking at, huh?" he added. "that's the price for showing up late than I expected, you moron. Go. Hurry! We still have half an hour before the meeting." Leaving no choice, I run outside and asked for the keys to the car. Because I got furious at the old man, I decided to drive for him despite my weary body. And I plan to make his heartbeats race with the speed of the car as the price for ordering me around. Five minutes later, gramps kept on throwing up the second we landed in front of the building where the meeting is to
As soon as I reached the mansion, I was surprised after seeing Malia standing outside in front of the main door. She keeps rubbing her shoulder and was feeling uneasy. "Malia, what are you doing? Don't you realize it's freezing outside?" I quickly remove my tuxedo and wrap it around her. Then, dragged her back inside the house. The time is about a quarter before midnight but Malia is still awake. Our agreement was supposed to be just an act. She doesn't have to worry about me. "I'm waiting for you to come home," Malia uttered. "I'm sorry, but could not feel easy when gramps already got home but you're not. And he went to his room right away without saying anything to me." I scoffed shortly before I uttered, "that old monster." "Why? Did he do something to you at the meeting?" she asked. "Yes and no?" "What was that supposed to mean?" Malia's wide smile brightened my night. "It means that I'm hungry. Can you join me for dinner?" I pleaded with he
On my way to work, I took the flash drive and connect it to my phone since they were compatible with each other. Then, I searched for the files of the CCTV footage of the case and transferred it to my phone for future reference. After successfully transferring the files, I watch a few clips of the videos and noticed some relevant information that could correlate to the case. I could not help but notice Malia's face in four of the clips I watched. She might have covered a portion of her face with a scarf, but I know it was her. My eyes and instinct could not be mistaken. No matter how hard I try thinking about it, two questions were brought into my mind. Did she follow me throughout the proceedings of my case? Is that how she found me and helped me pursue my dreams? All my assumptions were shattered into pieces when the cab driver told me that we have reached the address I booked. My mind has focused its undivided attention on watching the clips to the point
Even though my body was already standing outside the building hailing for a cab, still my brain could not help but think about what Uncle Robin confessed to me. Malia and I have been on a seven days vacation but all we did were to know her even more. With those fake acts on how to seduce her, holding hands, kisses on the lips, and sweet words. Does that mean I am already falling into them? Is this what they called jealousy? "No. You're simply imagining things, John. It can't be. You made a deal with Malia that you should not fall for her first, remember?" I uttered to myself. "But, how are you going to explain those weird actions?" asks my brain to my heart. "How am I supposed to know that? These weird feelings were simply constructed inside my subconscious?" my heart debated. "Dude, John. The heart doesn't have a subconscious. It's the brain that has that." my brain debated. And it so happened that my heart and brain were debating similarly to an i
"From the way I see him, he only wears an estimated total of like how much? A thousand bucks? His dirty and stinky tuxedo doesn't even have a brand name. Like he bought it from the streets. The price of that may be just a hundred bucks?" he added. "Come on, Roland. We are here to buy a tuxedo. Not to pick up a fight with some random guy." Malia tries to drag him out of the boutique but Roland was not moved an inch from his spot. Guilt was written all over Malia's face at the moment. She tried to give me this kind of stare that tells me to understand her situation. What boils my blood to the point that most of my veins were popping out of my skin was when Malia called me "just some random guy". She could have said a friend, an acquaintance, a classmate from high school, or anything reasonable. Instead of helping me out, she helps Roland and Roger open up an opportunity to humiliate me furthermore. This "just some random guy" saves her from humiliation and end
"Do you need something? Let me get it for you." I humbly proposed to Karen, Don Lucas' secretary for ten years. As far as my knowledge serves me right, Don Lucas hired Karen, not just because of her stunning appearance but because rumor has it that she is his hidden mistress. Not that I don't care about gossip and rumors, but my eyes witnessed it myself one time that they kissed on the lips when I once joined them in the car. Karen started working as Don Lucas' secretary at the age of twenty-two. It seems that the two have managed to hide their relationship since then. So, I must be more cautious every time I am with her because she indeed looks like a goddess. I don't want to lengthen the tension between me and gramps. Let alone for him to think that Karen and I were having an affair behind his back. "No. I'm not here to get something," she uttered awkwardly. "Actually, someone wants to talk to you." she then moved out of the door and slid to the corner.