I blinked several times before finally responding. I shook my head as an answer to his question and entered the car, quietly. The door stayed open on my side as he gently moved his head forward towards me.  He made sure our eyes met at the same level as he opened his mouth to speak.“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you mad,” he started. “It’s just that…” As if he couldn’t continue his words, he bit his lower lip, not knowing how to say it. He yanked his head away from me as he messed up his hair. “Argh! Fuck!” he shouted. It looked like he was having a hard time explaining himself. I smiled secretly in my head. I was now a little relieved and contented with his reaction. I heaved a sigh and tried my best to act cold. “Get in,” I said, trying to look unfazed by his actions.He sighed then closed the car door on my side. He went towards the other side of the car and as he opened the door from the driver’s seat, he s

My mind seemed to wander elsewhere as I stare right into space. It’s been a month since we got married and if I do say so myself our relationship looks steady. We’re slowly getting to know each other or more likely I’m trying to get to know him better since it looked like he knows almost everything about me; in terms of my favorites.“Don’t you have any plans of telling them?” I blinked and glanced at him. He was staring right into my eyes as he changed the channel on the television. We were currently sitting on the living room, watching an action movie.I heaved a sigh. “I do want to tell them but I’m not sure how to start it,” I said, putting my hands into my face. “I just know my parents will be sad and a little disappointed since they both think like those people from the Stone Age,” I added, looking at him again. “And there’s my pregnant friend, she’s quite sensitive right now so I don’t think this is the right time.”“I guess it can’t be helped,” he responded

I’m confused with myself. For some reason, I’m having a hard time deciding what to do plus… it’s funny if you think of it like this; I’ve been influenced by Cassandra with being a goody good two shoes. It’s probably been a few minutes since Ivann left the bar with his shoulders sinking in disappointment. I already moved on and I no longer hold any feelings for him except resentment. I crossed my arms, waiting for my husband to arrive at the door. “I hope I don’t make a bad choice of staying with you,” I thought to myself as I closed my eyes. There might have been a lot of things bugging me and how I’m doubtful of his actions and words. A warm hand caressed my cheek gently as I smelled his familiar scent. I could tell that it was him with just a glance. I opened my eyes, only to see him looking straight back at me. He’s hair was in a mess and how sturdy his body looked like. I didn’t move and only let him do what he wants.It’s only been a few hours yet

It’s already my third time visiting him in his office yet I’m still not used to him whenever he transform into a serious businessman. It feels like I’m looking at a different person while he’s there busy talking to a client. “Thank you for your cooperation, Mr. Castanio,” the middle aged man mumbled, shaking the hand of my husband.“Thank you as well, Sir Ilba.” Daevon nodded, reciprocating the handshake. After a while they bid themselves goodbye and the old man started walking away.“Another successful client,” I said as he started walking towards my direction.A smile crept into his face as he sat down beside me, circling his arms around my belly followed by kissing my temple. He’s like a different man from earlier, it’s hardly believable.  “Do you want to somewhere?” he asked. I leaned on his chest before gazing at him to speak. “I just want to

I was sipping my coffee when Daevon entered my office. He seems to be serious but at the same time afraid of looking at me. I continued to look at him with an expressionless face as I greeted his eyes. I can see how he sighed to himself before making his way to sit in front of my table.I leaned my back on my chair and crossed my legs while looking at him.“I’m sorry.” He was the first to talk as usual and gave me the same look he always does whenever we fight. He claimed my hand at the top of the table and gently squeezed it. “I didn’t mean to do that but I do not have any choice,” he added to which I raised one of my eyebrows. Again, he deeply sighed. Is this guy full of air inside? He walked towards me and grabbed my hand again before pulling me upward to stand.I stiffen in place when he lowered his gaze and leaned his head on my shoulder before wrapping his hands around my torso. “She’s mentally disabled,” he simply explained. I’m surprised b