Monte rushed up to the office to pick up Ericka. He had a diamond ring and a necklace in hand. He nervously entered the elevator, noticing only the cleaning staff inside.As he opened the door, he caught Monica and Ericka in an embrace, looking like a couple. They were surprised to see him.They quickly separated and laughed. Monte, with a furrowed brow, asked, "What's going on here?"Monica replied, "Nothing, we're just happy. Stand up, Ericka."Ericka followed Monica, slightly turning away from Monte. When she faced him, he was awestruck. Was this really Ericka, or an angel descended from heaven? A definition of beauty beyond any painter's skill.He gazed at her from head to toe, swallowing hard. He hadn't expected her to be this stunning, the woman he spent the whole day with at the office. He was speechless, his heart pounding."Is my appearance okay?" Ericka asked."Hhhmmmm.. ye...yes... I mean, yeah..." he stammered."So, was the amount you paid worth it?" Monica proudly inquire
Ericka's heart pounded heavily. It felt like she couldn't move as Monte's face slowly approached hers. She closed her eyes tightly. The elevator suddenly made a relieving sound, and she couldn't quite understand it, but it seemed to disappoint her. Do I want to kiss him? It's embarrassing. She scolded herself. Just stop it, you're being too forward. You might end up falling for him, and then he'll just deceive you.Monte guided her towards his car. She wondered why Mang Arturo wasn't there."Uh, sir... I mean Monte, where's Mang Arturo?""I drove alone. I want to talk to you, just the two of us.""Uh... What are we going to talk about?""About us."And there, they began weaving their stories – how they fell for each other, the courtship, the start of their relationship, and much more. Remembering was easy for her; each milestone aligned with their birthdays.As the car moved, they delved into conversations about everything. Favorite activities and foods were already known to each othe
POV: MonteHe teased his friends, who had also grown close to Ericka, making them believe that a genuine wedding was about to take place. It was true, but only on paper. He brought them to their house and assisted in the preparations.Ericka's hands were noticeably cold as he held them. She shared every detail about the two of them. This woman had a sharp memory, making it easy for her to recall everything.He guided her into their home, planning to surprise her as his grandfather, now able to walk, enjoyed his meal. Observing her happiness during the meal, he sensed the joy Ericka felt. After they finished eating, she excused herself to the restroom. Casually, he followed and engaged in a conversation."Anyway, we've discussed everything," he whispered."Yeah, I know," she replied.They kept their mouths close to each other's ears to avoid being overheard. To their surprise, someone spoke up."Hey, what are you two doing there?" Monica's voice interrupted. "There's a meeting, not a h
Ericka looked tense, constantly pouring wine into her glass.Monica whispered, "Ericka, are you getting drunk?""Not really, just nervous," she replied. "I'm thinking if I'm really ready to get married.""Hello? You're 29, get a grip!""I don't know. Maybe it's just excitement.""Don't worry. Monte is a good guy, and Grandpa accepts you.""I'll get some water," Bernard said."I-I'm okay... I just choked," she replied, tears welling up.Monica gently patted her back. Bernard returned with water."Drink this," Monte handed her the water. She took a sip. "Feeling better?"She nodded. The conversation resumed."What happened to you?" Monica worriedly asked."I guess I just felt overwhelmed," she lied."That's normal. Before marrying Harry, I had a lot of feelings too. Like, I felt nauseous, had stomach pains, stuff like that.""What are you whispering about there?" Bernard interjected. They were at the end, so others couldn't hear."I was asking Ericka about how many..." Monica couldn't f
Point of View: MonteHe woke up to a sour smell in the room. The light from the lamp on his side table cast a dim glow. Deciding to investigate, he opened the lamp on Ericka's side.A woman wearing clothes reeking of vomit. Luckily, the vomit didn't reach the blanket, bedsheet, and pillow. He thought maybe she had a bad dream and sat up because the vomit was on her stomach and the hem of her clothes.He chose to turn on the light on the headboard. He's accustomed to women dressing up; Monica, Montana, and Almira are the ones fond of drinking and often end up vomiting. But they usually wear bras. He's used to seeing women in two-piece outfits, except with Almira, his girlfriend, he got surprised.He was about to lift and roll up the woman's clothes when a realization struck him. She might suspect me of something nefarious again, he thought. He took the girl's cellphone and recorded how he would dress her, using a timelapse to make it quicker to watch. As he rolled up her clothes, he he
POV: ErickaShe feels embarrassed about what she did to Monte. Her conscience is attacking her. Why does she have to be so quick to blame? The guy might think she's assuming too much. She peeked at him; he's still covered with a blanket. She decided to move to the side to avoid waking up Nanay Perlita.She turned off the light on the headboard and the lamp on her side. Monte doesn't like it too dark when sleeping, so she left the lamp on his side. She lay down, covered herself, and turned to her left, facing the side table.Perhaps influenced by the alcohol she drank, she slept quickly embraced him.She didn't notice anything until morning. Her sleep was so blissful. She was about to stretch when she felt herself embraced by someone. "Oh, shit," she muttered in her thoughts. She realized her clothes were pulled up to her neck. The person next to her seemed sound asleep. Carefully, she removed their arm draped over her. Unable to lower her clothes immediately, fearing they might wake u
POV: MonteHe heard the two women talking inside the room. He carried Ericka's cellphone, but overheard the older woman asking for it, so he went back, pretending to have just woken up. The older woman knocked on the door. He promptly opened it."Yes, Nay, good morning," he greeted with a smile."It seems my ward had a good morning," the older woman remarked. "Young master, I'll just get the young lady's cellphone.""Allow me to get it. I also have something to ask," he said."Alright, young master, I'll prepare lunch," the older woman left.As he stepped out, he wanted to know if she really had a crush on him. When he knocked and opened the door, he couldn't hold back his feelings. However, he felt hesitant to ask, fearing she might think he's nosy or presumptuous.As he exited the young lady's room, he leaned against the wall, his heart pounding loudly. He couldn't understand why he was feeling so nervous. The anxiety was overwhelming.Deciding to visit his grandfather, he found him
POV: ErickaRumors about her and Monte are circulating in the office. Some raise eyebrows, thinking she's a gold digger, while others believe they are destined to be together. She observes the conversations around them with her own eyes.As usual, their assistants welcome her at the entrance of the building. She notices whispers at the reception, and one bold-faced person makes a remark audible to her. This person is a manager in one of their departments."Oh, come on, why don't you just find rich men who'll take care of you, like others out there!" they sarcastically comment.She can't bear it anymore. Taking a deep breath, she smiles and goes back to address them."What did you say?" she asked."I said, we better find a rich man who will lift us from dirt, just like what you did," they boldly replied."And who might that be?""You!""Oh really," she smiled, "Are you accusing me of something I didn't do?""How do you explain your relationship with Mr. San Miguel? Are you Cinderella?