[katalina]My eyes are swollen. Staring at the television non-stop. I forgot to mention that my tears are uncontrollable too.For others, the dilemma of my tears is shallow, but my level of sensitivity does not compromise with others.It sucks that my head tells me my mission is over and my undercover was a failure. Whatever I said in the past about enjoying the journey and stuff about my undercover, indeed, regrets don’t always come first.The bags of chips and cans of soda were scattered on the floor. It has been a week since my feet stepped inside the bathroom. I don’t need someone telling me how my odourC badly reeks.Lazy, tedious, exhausted, broken, and miserable in one. Every night, falling asleep has been so hard. It drains the hell out of me.On the other hand, I don’t know if I should be relieved. Hunter bombarded me with messages, expressing his concerns about my absence from his company.Yes. I didn’t show up. He doesn’t need an explanation. What the hell would I tell him?

[hunter]Who the fuck bashed my skull? Damn it!“Fucking hell!” groaning in pain as I hold my head. What is happening to me? Is this migraine or some serious shit?”My ears perked up in a bad way when I hear a simultaneous knock on my door. It just made me irk to filth.“Boss? Boss?”I sighed. It’s Ian.“What is it that you want?”“Open the door.”“I’m tired and my headache is killing me slowly.”The next thing I heard was the keys jingling and the nob twisting. Even opening my eyes tires me to filth.Ian sniffed. “It smells like a rotten rat here.”I don’t need to open my eyes just to see his disgusted face. I chuckled. “You don’t have to state the obvious.”Fluttering my eyes open upon hearing the bottle crashing against each other. My gaze met Ian’s.“You’ve been drinking the whole day. No meal at all,” his sermon.Clicking my tongue as the pain radiates from my head. “This explains the severe headache.”“A little bit of alcohol would fix that,” he said in a serious tone.I looked

[katalina]Monday came.Three days passed about my commotion with Hunter. I don’t know how I should feel about it.One thing is for sure.My conscience is devouring me alive.I haven’t been halfway through my mission. But my heart is overpowering my brain. And it tells me to stop this madness. And runaway.Not because I’ll die from shame— which I will feel eventually— but because, catching feelings for Hunter was never part of the plan.The car honk outside. Ian is here. While I was heading out of my apartment, my phone rang.My editor’s name appeared on my phone screen. I ended the call.Ian was outside the car, waiting for me. He waved his hand. And I responded the same. My mouth opened and was about to greet him good morning, but my phone rang again.Unconsciously, due to the raging irk radiating from my inside, I answered the call, “What!?” my voice sounding pissed.“W-Woah. You still mad at me?”Pulling the phone away from my ear, it was then I know that Hunter was calling me and

[katalina] I kept my head down while Hunter and I ate brunch with his relatives. I couldn't look up again. Because the last time I did it, I met his aunt's arched eyebrows. The smell of my cooked beef stew wafted through the air. Before we came here, Hunter bought a universal ingredients for any dish that we can cook. Even if I wanted to eat a lot, I was ashamed. I mean, Hunter's aunt was staring at me. Anyone in my position would prefer to lock themselves in the room rather than feel her sharp eyes. I just quietly eat little by little. I made three dishes. It's just a simple dish but it's delicious, like me — just kidding. Chicken cordon bleu, beef stew, and fish fillet. I don't know what dish Hunter's relatives like. So I just prepared the easy to cook. Felix seems to like it because I keep hearing compliments from him as well as from Hunter. Don't ask if I heard a compliment from his aunt. As I chewed the food in my mouth and my brain floated into nothingness, I was surprised w

[katalina]"What did you do while I wasn't here, Amanda?" Hunter asked me when we entered our room. We finished dinner and put away our food. I threw myself on the bed and lay down on my back.I am very tired. Don't know why. I didn't do anything heavy tonight."Your dad and I talked,""You mean, our dad . You are their future daughter-in-law. We will become a family, Amanda," I turned to Hunter.We both chuckle. He made it clear that we won’t ever speak that we are acting.His relatives tend to eavesdrop. Either if we talk about sex or what, it wasn’t real at all. And yes, no offense taken.He took off his clothes and just threw them on the floor. I was about to scream but I just understood. It also takes a few hours to travel to the city and then come back here. It must be really tiring.Hunter is not a messy man. Just now really. You can see in his bright eyes how tired he is. Next, he removed the belt he was wearing and pulled down the pants he was wearing. He threw it on the floo