Chocolate Glue

I stood between both of them masking my son from his gorgeous daddy but my stubborn son cocked his head and gave his dad a very beautiful sunburnt smile. I couldn't help but chuckle my baby is too cute. "Mommy, is this Daddy?" Oh my God! I looked behind us at Jale who was only a few steps away from us. I bet he clearly heard what my son had just asked me. The was he was looking at me with curiousty, I knew he wanted an answer to that question too. Who am I even kidding from his viking gold hair, brown chocolate eyes, his fair skin, to proud attitude. Everything he was was the same thing my boy was. Chase was a true young version of his daddy but I would never let him know that. I crouched down in front of my angel and kissed his forehead before answering his question. My eyes shot up at Jale again who pretended like he was looking at something on his phone yet his phone's screen was blank then. After making sure he had his attention to us, I cupped my baby's cheeks and made him look into my eyes. "No honey, this man is not your daddy but uncle. He is uncle Jale." I could see Jale's face fall from the sides of my face. Suck a jerk! What did he expect that I was going to say Chase is his son. That is something I would never do in my life. I would never let Jale into my son's life. I will never let him know he is my baby's daddy because he doesn't deserve my little boy at all. He doesn't deserve us after all the horrible things he did to me five years ago.

Nang dahil sa pagkasawi ng mga magulang na parehong miyembro ng isang secret agency ay tumatak sa isip ni Veron Stacey Santibañez ang isang lihim na paghihiganti sa mga taong pumaslang sa mga mahal niya sa buhay. Upang magawa ang nais na paghihiganti ay pumasok rin siya bilang isang secret agent sa organisasyong pinagsisilbihan ng mga magulang noon. Kailangan niya ang organisasyon at ang mga nalalaman nito para maisagawa ang paghihiganti. Sa mga misyong kinakaharap ni Veron ay makikilala niya si Ynzo Abraham Tolledo. Ang makisig, guwapo, ngunit pinakamalaking malas na nakilala niya sa buong buhay niya. Ito ang lalaki na ubod ng yabang at saksakan ng glue na dikit nang dikit sa kaniya sa lahat ng oras. Hindi niya alam kung trip lang ba siya nitong paglaruan o talagang malakas lang ang sapak nito. Isa lang itong lalaking walang ibang kailangan kundi ang makahanap ng babaeng mapapangasawa dahil kung hindi ay wala raw itong mamanahin mula sa mga magulang ‘pag tuntong nito sa edad na tatlumpu. At sa lahat ng babaeng minamalas ay siya pa ang nakita nitong alukin ng kasal-kasalan para lamang makuha ang ninanais nitong mana. Akala ni Veron ay simpleng bagay lang ang inaalok ni Ynzo. Napag-alaman niyang malaki ang maitutulong ng lalaki upang makuha niya ang hustisyang inaasam-asam niya. Kaya kahit may mahal nang iba ay napilitan pa rin siyang kumapit sa patalim. Pareho naman silang makikinabang ni Ynzo sa kasalang iyon. Ngunit may isa sa mga kondisyon na kanilang napagkasunduan. No feelings attached. Ang lahat ng magaganap mula sa araw ng kasal hanggang sa matapos ang misyon ay walang halong damdamin o pag-ibig. Mapanindigan kaya nila ang pinasok na laro? O pareho silang mapapahamak sa mabilis na bala ng pag-ibig na tatama sa kanila?

I paid Curtis Robinett 200 thousand dollars a month to be a standby blood donor. My fiancée, Eden May, thought it was a waste of money. So she reassigned him to work part-time as her personal assistant instead. When Curtis accidentally submitted my marriage license appointment as a divorce filing for the 99th time, I kicked open Eden's office door. She didn't even look up. "We're in no rush to get married anyway," she said calmly. "Curtis is just careless. That's how he's always been." Later, in the emergency room, I called Eden while doctors rushed around me, my throat shredded from yelling. "Where's my emergency medical kit?" I rasped. "What did you do with it?" Curtis answered instead, his voice warm and smug. "You mean the expensive leather bag you kept in the cabinet? I swapped it out for a large party snack box. It holds everything just fine, and honestly, it looks a lot more cheerful. "Ms. May's brother and sister-in-law are both career soldiers. Your bag didn't really match that image, so I thought this would be more appropriate." My vision dimmed. My hands shook as I told Curtis to come donate blood. Eden laughed softly and cut in, "Stop pretending you're anemic just to get attention. If you're actually sick, deal with it. You're at the hospital; I think the doctors are fully capable of keeping you alive. Curtis is afraid of needles. He's not coming." Then, she hung up. She didn't appear until the surgical lights finally went dark. "Curtis had me bring you chocolate milk," she said. "It's good for recovery. It's not that he didn't want to help. He just faints at the sight of blood." She placed a settlement waiver on my bed. "I was the one who told him not to come. That 200-thousand-dollar monthly salary is his pay as my assistant. It has nothing to do with you. You didn't have to call the police for that. Sign this, and I'll go get the marriage license with you." I thought of what I had just seen in the operating room. Eden's brother, Harvey May, was bleeding out on the operating table, waiting for a lifesaving drug that never came. In the final moments of surgery, he could do nothing but lie there and die. I looked at her and said evenly, "You're the immediate family. It's not my place to sign that."