Maeve
We get on the plane. He told them that he's going to take care of me, and we are going to be back soon with his grandmother. I don't know what's happening to me. But I like him. It's making me crazy. He kept kissing my hand and then my face. Making myself beautiful and making myself fitter was worth it all.
A car picked us up and I met Travis again and another guy named Warren. They are handsome guys. Warren and Travis have a lot of sense of humor and I laugh with them. Warren seemed to flirt with me and I just noted it to him. He sounded like flirting.
We somehow seemed to be more like walking on the busy road. The car is moving slowly because of slow-moving cars. What's with the city and traffic? I somehow creased my brow.
"I didn't expect that you would be that casual," Warren told. "Still you are beautiful darling." He winks.
"Thanks, Warren, but really, no need for flattery. Can I ask you a question?" I ask him. He smiled and nodded. "Just how many girlfriends you got, exactly?" he swallowed.
"You are frank." I nodded. "How do you know about that?"
"You still got a lipstick stain on your neck. It is a burgundy color and, on your ear, a pink color. Just a little. I only had noticed it."
"Zac, where the fuck did you get this girl? Can I keep her?" I frown. Seriously? Zachary mutter curses and frown at Warren. "You are one of the weirdos that I know. But really, you are a good weirdo."
"Thank you?" I said more like a question than an answer. Warren winks and looked at Zachary.
"Oh, by the way, Zac, the girl named Bertha. Betty… well, I don't remember but she's looking for you. Did you ditch one of your girlfriends?" that just makes me frown and bit hurt. Zachary shoots him a glare.
I didn't say anything. Travis breaks the tension. I control my tears or whatever I am feeling. I just wanted to feel numb. But fuck why does it hurt that Zachary is playing around with women? Do they share women a lot? Just thinking of it grosses me out. I suddenly feel like going to vomit.
"You hungry?" Zac ask me.
"No," I answered him with a smile, and I open my phone to check the group message. I read their conversations and they are talking about me and Zac. I hate it though. Therese texted me, my best friends texted me on what the fuck is happening.
Warren and Travis started talking about businesses and so on and forth and the other boys are busy as well for the launching. Warren explained that they are business associates and all. I nodded.
We are already in a cold place. Baguio and the big mansion were on the view with a long driveway. I'm nervous. An old woman standing with a scarf around her neck. I recognize the woman that I talked on the video call. She's smiling and I smile back, acting all excited where the truth is, I am nervous.
She greeted me warmly and demanded a few things. Then she scowled the boys for not making me comfortable on our way. Though I told her that they didn't, yet they did at the same time. We eat and the usual, those boys are a heavy eater. They look like orphans as they eat. I took pictures of them and grandma together with me.
"You must be tired." Grandma Olivia, scoop my arm as she pulled me inside.
"No. I'm not," I told her truthfully. She told me to feel at home. So, I did, and she shows me designs. She said that she's also a hairy woman that needed to shave her legs and her arms. Or waxed it. She just knows a salon for me.
She said that she will make me beautiful and that I will meet her dermatologist since we both have sensitive skin. I told her about baking soda the most effective natural to make your skin flawless.
I had seen pictures of him from the infant as he grows up. He got a beautiful seductive smile. His grandma told me that he always changes his girlfriend and she never liked each of them. He's a Casanova. I'm sure of that. That's why he's a good kisser and all.
I have my room its wide and beautiful I even took pictures of it telling my sister that it was in his grandmother's house and I own the whole room. I take a warm shower and remove put a sweater on without bras and then a pair of PJs.
Zac knocks and he went in. He sat down beside me, and I sat up. He caressed my tangled hair and he apologizes. I don't know why he's apologizing.
"Let's make this marriage work." He declared.
"Why? Can't live by only being platonic?"
"It's for you and grandma." I sigh.
"I'm trying, okay? And I like your grandma very much."
"Can I sleep here with you?" I move and he removed his shirt. I scowl at him and tell him to put it back. "What? We are going to get married soon enough. In two months. Grandma had decided it."
"That doesn't mean that you could take advantage of me."
"Don't worry I won't." he hands up. Of course, I'm just a freaking curvy petite girl who doesn't have a beautiful body inside. I took a few pillows and put it between us as a barrier. I took one, and lay down, clutching the duvet.
I bet he only date and fuck women who have great boobs, tall and very much doll-like. I felt his hand caressing my curly hair. My hair wasn't even beautiful.
"Your hair is surprisingly smooth."
"What do you expect on my hair?"
"It's disheveled."
"It's because I don't comb my hair," I told him. He laughed.
"Really?" damn, I don't want to turn around. He got a very nice massive pectoral. I wanted to look at it more. "Can I hold you?"
"No." though I am itching for his touch that sends me electric waves.
"You are so choosy."
"Just sod-off. I wanted to sleep."