“I'm prosti-" Ting! Her words were cut off when my phone rang. Indicating I received a message. We both shifted our gaze to the table where the phone would be found. I chose to ignore the text message and didn't bother to check it. I looked back at the woman I love and put a smile on my face. "What is it again, Angela?" I asked and tuck her some baby hair at the back of her right ear. She breathes deeply and slowly releases it. Looks like she's nervous. After that, she spoke. "I am a pros-" Ting! Ting! Ting! Ting! The text message's tone alert ruined our conversation for the second time around. I gasped, shut my eyes, and later sighed in annoyance. "Uhmm... Check your phone, Clark. It seems important," she uttered and caressed my shoulder. I slowly opened my eyes and looked at her deeply. I don't want to ruin our moment but my phone keeps on ringing with a message tone alert. The hell? She just caressed my cheek then after a second, I sigh for the nth time and nodded as I

Clark's POV It was already six forty-five in the evening. I was at the venue where my first dinner date with Natasha would be conducted. Honestly, I was not considering this night as a date. It was just like, you were eating dinner and making chit-chat with her. That's all. No string attached. After I entered the five-star hotel, an employee approached and greeted me. He immediately accommodated me on my way. "Good evening, Sir Clark! This way," he greeted me and gave me his best smile. He motioned the way where the venue could be found. I already knew this place because we own this. Oh! Let me rephrase that. My parents own this place but soon, the responsibility of this hotel will be put in my hands. It answered why the employee knew my name. I sighed as I viewed the place. My mom undeniably planned this. I could see it in the romantic red color decorations all over the place. She was desperate for me and Natasha to be lovers someday. I sat down at the table where our dinner p

When I finally reached the backyard, I saw her siblings happily bathing in the well. Maymay was riding in a large basin while Kokoy was busy pumping the well to fill Maymay's basin. I approached their direction. "Big brother, keep pumping the well!" Maymay said happily while watching the water coming out. "Sir Clark!" Kokoy called suddenly when he saw me. He stopped from what he was doing and smiled in my direction. Maymay immediately shifted her gaze to me. "Sir Clark!!!" Maymay exclaimed excitedly. She was about to stand up in her seat when I stopped her. I volunteered that I was the one who would approach them. When I got closer, I bent one knee to make eye contact with her. "What are you two doing, huh?" I asked while smiling. "Swimming!!!" Maymay happily respond with a giggle. She even covered her mouth while chuckling. Kokoy shook his head at what his little sister said. "Swimming?" I asked curiously and stood up straight. Swimming? In a large basin? I asked in the b

I slowly entered the VIP room where my client was waiting. My chest throbbed with the nervousness I was feeling. I was still not getting used to it. Every time I face something like this, I still feel new. I shut my eyes tightly and force myself to not be led by fear. I dramatically opened my eyes and saw an old man sitting on a couch; smoking a cigar. "Hey, slut. Come here..." he called me at the same time, motioning his hand as if he was saying to move closer in his direction. I could do nothing but approach him. I sat quietly next to him and bowed my head. Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could feel the stare he was throwing at me while sipping a glass of expensive wine. "Why are you still wearing your mask? Did you forget to take it off?" he suddenly asked out of curiosity and put the glass of wine on the glass table. I chose to not answer him. I remained silent and felt the surroundings. I heard him sigh because of the behavior I showed towards him. Just because he did

What's the problem with the idea to take off her mask? She immediately shook her head many times as if she was saying that it should never be removed. "Woah... It's okay, it's okay. I understand," I answered quickly while raising my two hands as if I was being hold-up. She looked so serious when she shook her head earlier. I thought there was a big reason why she did not want her bare face to be seen by others. "You know what?" I looked intently at her face. I saw her gulp. "You're weird," I commented and laughed slightly after pointing at the mask she was wearing. I did understand why she didn't want to remove it but I couldn't help but feel upset. "Yet mysterious," I added. It's true. I felt intrigued by what her bare face looked like and I was also kind of confused about this strange feeling that I am currently feeling right now. I couldn't name it. But, there was a sure thing, I felt this kind of feeling when Angela was near me or talking with me. That's the reason why