VERONICA 'S P. O. V.
It didn't take long for us to arrive at Don Joaquin's mansion.
Although, I've been here countless times, but I've never met his son. Don Joaquin concluded that his son had the same attributes as him. He was the spitting image of him.
I couldn't see where the end of the wall surrounding his mansion was.
The gate opened automatically but there were guards next to it. They carry long and large weapons. At first, it scared me, but eventually I got used to it.
I mean, for a person at my stand, I often see those people, carrying with firearms when there is trouble or war. Like those in movies and in real life.
But for a rich business tycoon like Don Joaquin, he's like involved in the mafia too.
He once told me that his business competitors named unknown, are sendhing him death threats. So, he's doing everything he can to protect his life and the people around him.
As we entered the gate, my emotions were mixed.
There is a part of me that is happy because finally, the curiosity running through my mind will stop. Don Joaquin always brags his son to me.
That his son is academically capacitated, street-smart, charming, good looking, brawny, charismatic, and the next "Don Joaquin" if he passes away.
It creates a slight pang in my chest whenever he says it.
But…
We will all die. Every hour, minute, or second that the world revolves, one of us will die and will be born.
It is a cycle called life.
Before you judge me and call me a hooker or a flirt, Don Joaquin's previous wife is already deceased. That's it.
She's Donna. She died due to ovarian cancer. It was an ovarian cyst at first and in due time it turned into ovarian cancer. It took Don Joaquin to heal his heart for at least 10 years. Yes, you've read it right.
In that ten years, he'd never mingle nor have an affair to anyone. Don Joaquin focuses on his wealth and his distillery.
He has a vineyard and not a claim, but a fact that he has the best wine that I have tasted and also, globally. Don Joaquin ensures the quality over quantity of his product. And that's the secret of his wealth and success.
The car stopped in front of the mansion's grand entrance. Just the whole exterior is talking dollars, how much more inside.? Don Joaquin got out of the car first and opened the car door for me.
"Thanks," I said softly.
"Anything for my darling," he said politely. He held my hand and we walked towards the door of his mansion. I quickly glanced behind me.
My back is burning, someone is staring me from afar.
I just shrugged and focused my attention on him. "Is there any problem?" he asked.
"No-Nothing," I answered, shaking my head.
"There must be. You don't look back if you don't notice anything," Don Joaquin answered me and he turned behind him. "Because I feel like someone is looking at me from afar,"
"It must be the guards. They're the one's I'm only seeing behind," I nodded so that there were no more questions. "Should we enter now?" Don Joaquin added. "Oh, yes, please," I quickly nodded.
A few steps and we are in the living room. The modernish yet the aesthetic style of it is eyegasm.
A two hundred ninety-two sized flat screen television in the center part, besides it is a well-organized shelf of books.
Don Joaquin is also a nature lover, and a nerd. He's generous enough to buy expensive flowers and ornaments to make his mansion homey yet the elegance is sensible and visible.
With the size of his living room, two families can live here.
Not to mention that his mansion is built in a three-storey way.
A few more steps and we reached the dining area. Don Joaquin is having a feast even though he knows that only the three of us will see each other today. "Where is he?" he whispered into the air.
"Who?" my question. "My son," I nodded.
Yes. Where is Don Joaquin's son?
"Ameila!" Don Joaquin called to their Mayordoma.
"Ameila!" it didn't take long and we saw what he had been calling for. Ameila has been with Don Joaquin for more than ten years.
She is a kind woman and even though she is in her fifties, she still fulfills her obligations and work here in the mansion.
"Yes, Don Joaquin?" he answered politely.
"Didn't he come yet?" asked Don Joaquin. Ameila shook her head. "That bastard," he said sternly.
My mouth was just tied shut. Ameila and I looked at each other, then we smiled at each other.
"Call him, Ameila and tell him to come here quickly," ordered Don Joaquin. I am expecting also that his son is here. Don Joaquin caught his senses and shook his head weakly.
"What's wrong, Don Joaquin?" I asked worriedly. Ameila nodded to him and walked away from us carrying the cell phone.
"Nothing. I'm just disappointed in my son. We already discussed that he should be here before dinner. He became this rebellious ever since he broke up with his previous girl before. Which is his fault because he doesn't know how to be satisfied with one. God knew that when I was in my son's age, the word playboy won't be best to describe me," he sighed.
I caressed his back. "It's okay, Don Joaquin. We are not in a hurry, are we? And also, tonight, you're not in a meeting. Loosen up and chill, right?" I kissed him on the cheek.
"Thanks, darling," he replied and I winked at him. "It would be best if we sit down while we kill the time waiting for your son."
"Oh. For being so considerate," Don Joaquin brought his face closer to me. Our eyes met again. His big grin did not escape my sight. "When the lights are off, and when the clock ticks at midnight, Don Joaquin will give you a reward," he winked at me.
My cheeks flushed.
While we were in that position we heard heavy footsteps approaching us. "Dad! I'm here—" my eyes were rounded and so was he.
Oh no! Please don't tell me!