Lahat ng Kabanata ng Keeping His Dirty Little Secret : Kabanata 31 - Kabanata 40

After staring into thin air for a while, my feet dragged me in the small living room of my aunt's apartment. There, I saw Conrad sitting on the couch with his legs crossed. My aunt is also sitting on a couch across him.The sleeves of his white polo are still folded up to his elbows, but his hands are not wet anymore yet I suspect that they're still cold. He gives me a small smile and it's also meaningful, when his gaze spots me standing beside the rack just a few steps away from them.I look away and decided to approach my aunt to sit beside her.My aunt and Conrad started conversing with my head still floating. I have no intentions of saying anything, or even listening to every word that the both of them says. I can't focus on anything as of now, and I'm certain that it will drive insane again.Not because of the kiss that he gave me earlier. But because of the feeling that came along with it.I do want him. I'm just too in denial to admit it, even to myself.When afternoon came, Co

Letting go from the tight embrace of my aunt, I bid my goodbye for the last time before turning to Conrad who's just behind me."Ready?" I heard him ask, his voice soft.I nodded at him as he diverted his attention to my aunt who started thanking him again for a hundred times now. That made him laugh before we both started walking away. I wave my hand in the air while still looking at aunt Astacia whose gaze is following us as we walk farther.Our last day in Chicago ends here in the airport. I still wish that I could stay here longer than just two days, but I am not the one who gets to decide. And this is also not a long ass vacation that I can possibly have with my boss.Thick face, ew."Are you going to sleep again before your fancy jet takes off?" I tease Conrad as he sits down with his eyes glued on the screen his phone."Why? So you can take another photo of me again while I'm sleeping?" He teases back without even having to look at me.I chuckle and sit beside him.I don't know

"Genevieve!"I turn to the owner of the voice that just called me by my name.It's Blaise."Hey, ahm, can you give this to sir Conrad for me?" Her eyes pleading. "I'm sorry for asking you this, but I really need to go home now."My eyes then landed on the transparent envelope that she's holding. It contains papers but it's really not that thick.Instead of saying 'no', I beam at Blaise and accepted her plea. I have not idea why she's doing this to me right now, but I'm going to pretend that it's okay. I need to calm my system down, I need to calm my nerves.Specially about what happened last night.God! I swear, I had enough shots of vodka last night to be able to forget about it somehow. But mercy's not bestowed on me for I remember everything all too well."Thank you." Blaise smiles at me before turning her back and walking to the elevator.As for me, I decided to head back to my cubicle and overthink the hell out of everything again.It's torture! It's absurd. I can't properly gras

Staring outside the window of his Bugatti, I sigh as the heavy rain falls. I remember very well that the sky was so bright earlier and there were absolutely no signs that this heavy rain will pour down. This is something unexpected.Well, everything that happened earlier was unexpected.My attention drifted away from my thoughts when Conrad climbs in of the car and he's slightly wet due to the rain. He has now changed his clothes, but his necktie isn't yet tied. He fixes his suit and I just watch every move that he's making. Trying not to miss even just a single detail."What?" He asks when he finally turns to me.I just smile at him. "Nothing, come close."When he leans over, I took the will of tying his black necktie for him. He stays completely still and I can feel his eyes on me as I try to look busy and not observant of his stares. After I got done, I push him a little to settle him back to his seat. I might not be able to let go of him if I didn't do that.I might once again sha

"Growing up, I didn't really have much. I know that I already told you that my mother gave me since I was little, and that my father eventually found me. At first, I was filled confusion, anger, and guilt for the first three years that I was with him. Confusion because I have no idea that my father will come looking for me, and that why it took him years to make up for all the lost times. Anger because I figured out the reason why he couldn't be a father to me for all those years and why he couldn't marry my mother to become a family before they had me. And guilt because I have a feeling that my mother will despise me more if she only knows that I packed all my things from the orphanage and went with him here in Vegas. I don't think that I'm capable enough to explain why and how I came across with that type of job. I'm awful with my choice of words, but I'll try my best for you to understand.""Eve? Eve, you ready?""My mother and my father had a very typical love story. It's the same