Mr. Davide hands over the copy of his applicant’s resume to me. I wanna ask him ‘why?’, but that would only humiliate him, I mean us, since he introduced me as his secretary. He swings his attention back to the first applicant and says, “Tell me something about yourself.” “Sure!” the fake blonde eagerly says. “I’m Antonette Ruiz, 22 years old and I’m from Baguio City.” She's the same age as me and, though she’s pretty, she looks older than me due to the makeup that’s smothering her face. Antonette continues to prattle on about things I don’t think is necessary for the job, that isn’t really a job. Such as her college degree as a nurse, her dream of seeing her first snow, and her most favorite foods to eat. It makes me wonder if she knows what she’s up to or maybe she’s just like me, who’s unaware of what Mr. Davide is offering to her. Well, I hope it’s the latter and if she finds out what this job is all about, I hope she’s brave enough to refuse it. She has a future ahead o
I’m glad that after the interviews for the most obnoxious job I’ve ever known, Mr. Davide doesn’t forget what he promised - letting me know the reason why he’s settling for a s.ex slave rather than finding a real girlfriend. Mr Davide stands up from his oversized chair and walks towards the wooden cabinet built on the left wall. I can’t really see anything he’s doing since his broad back is facing me. All I hear are echoes of simultaneous screeching, clattering and clinching. After a short moment, he turns around, carrying a box that’s the size of his palm. He sits down on his chair again, then pushes the box to me and says, “Inside this box is the reason why I don’t do and won’t do the girlfriend thing.” I stare at the box with a prudent hesitation to touch it. “Open it," he says. His permission effortlessly crumbles my hesitation. My hands pull the box closer to me, then remove its lid. Inside the box is a smaller box, which seems to be a ring's box. Underneath that, are p
DAVIDE’S POV: Mackenzie’s eyes suddenly well up with tears. She’s really very emotional. Imagine getting affected by my story without having even met my late wife? “I gotta go,” she says, sniffing while drying her tears that are menacing to fall down. She walks away from me, barely having enough strength to thrust her legs. I wanna stop her, but she might lose her control again and end up arguing with me if I do. So I let her leave, and in a few seconds, she’s out of the door. A sigh escapes me when I inadvertently slant my view to my applicants’ resumes still sitting on my desk. Mackenzie has forgotten them and I don’t wanna follow her, especially now that she’s battling her issues with her emotions. Besides, it’s been more than twenty-four hours since the last time I had my time alone. I close my eyes as I recline the back of my head to my chair, while permitting my most horrific memory to haunt me once again. Then, my late wife’s name skates out of me in a murmur, “Dhalia.”
MACKENZIE’S POV: My eyes swell and burn while my head aches. The last thing I wanna do is encounter Mr. Davide again. With tears uncontrollably gushing down on my cheeks, I head to my assigned bedroom downstairs, then grab my readily-packed bag and rush towards the main doors. “Mackenzie?” one of the maids, Esther, says. “Are you okay? What happened?” I sniffle several times, before being able to respond. “I’ll be leaving. I can’t work here anymore.” “But you can’t just leave,” she protests. What the hell? How dare she stop me from leaving? I wipe my tears with the back of my hands and narrow my eyes at her. I’m flooded with frustrations and I don’t wanna aim those frustrations at her. After making her feel that I don’t appreciate her response to me with my intense stare, I walk past her. To my surprise, her footsteps, along with mine, echo. “Mackenzie,” she says. I keep thrusting forward, ignoring her. Still and all, she also keeps pressing on. “In more than a day t
‘I’ll try my best to change if you stay.’ Mr. Davide’s words continue to linger in my head hours after hearing them. What does he mean by that phrase? Should I interpret it the obvious way - is he implying that he’s willing to let me into his life? Or is there an unconventional interpretation of it, which I could only understand if he explains it himself?I curl myself below the thick blanket as the chills from the unknown darts back-and-forth in my spine. My wounds, that Esther treated, are worsening by those chills. I’m supposed to be leaving, right? Leaving and going to a place where Alpha Primo and his men would never find me is the best thing that I should do. I know in my heart that I can’t kill, which means I can’t fulfill my mission anymore. Therefore, I accept that I’ll never be worthy of the ‘Luna’ title. But here I am, stuck in the bed while considering Mr. Davide’s words, as if agreeing to him will make my situation any better.When my head aches more, I rest it on th
I run my fingers across Mr. Davide’s rippling abs while gently rubbing my cheek against his hard, buff chest. I giggle inwardly as I repeat his ‘I love you too, Mackenzie’ in my head several times. I thought Alpha Allen’s rejection was the end of my happy days, little did I know that it just set me free to introduce me to my second-chance mate. “By the way,” I say, lifting my gaze to his face. “You’re gonna show me something earlier, right?” He caresses the top of my forehead with the tip of his nose, before answering, “Yeah, I remember, but I don’t wanna get up yet. I just wanna spend the rest of the day with you.” “Okay,” I say, still giggling. I’m not gonna protest against something I also wanna do. We lay relaxed and hushed under the thick blanket, cuddling each other’s body, admiring each other’s company and listening to each other’s harmonious heartbeats. Destiny took our lovers from us. He lost Dahlia from a lycan, I lost Alpha Allen from… well, a fellow lycan. But des
The radiating sun gloats itself in the high blue sky, while the rattling and hissing noises of cars that occupy almost the entire paved streets reverberate.Mr. Davide takes me to one of Manila’s famous avenues for shopping. A smile has permanently stuck on my face ever since I hop down from his two-seater Ferrari. Soon after, my delighted eyes roam with my thrilled legs as we get closer to our destination - the arrays of luxury brand shops that exhibit themselves in a long and massive property at one side of the road. Mr. Davide ushers me to one of the stores - ‘Chanel’. The store’s interior is in a white and black color palette and is decorated with glass stands and glass racks of clothes, bags and shoes. Almost immediately after entering Chanel, a couple of its employees in black uniforms welcome us with smiles on their faces and sparkles on their eyes.“Mr. Ocampo, it’s nice to see you again!” one of the employees says.Again? So that’s why everyone is so happy when they saw Mr.
We’re already in Mr. Davide’s Ferrari with bags of Chanel products he bought for me concealed on its trunk, but the reflection of my lycan on the store’s mirror plus the employee’s words about Mr. Davide’s previous women being in that same store as me still bother me. “Are you okay, Mackenzie? You’ve been very quiet,” Mr. Davide says. Of course I can’t tell him about my secret, but what I can discuss with him is the disconcerting fact that he brought me to the same store where he also brought his s.ex slaves. I shouldn’t be starting this conversation, but it’ll eat me alive if I don’t hear an explanation for it. So I’d rather have an argument with him than to feel disturbed during our entire trip. I say, “I found out that you also brought your s.ex slaves to that same Chanel store.” He’s hushed, shifting his gaze between me and his Ferrari’s front glass. His jaw is also tensing, but he’s trying to relax it every second or two. His silence creates a far stronger unbending air b