#Chapter5
CHASING DIANE
Leandro’s P.O.V.
/"Miss, I’m so sorry./" I apologized. I reached out to her and immediately offered her my handkerchief. I always put perfumes all over my hanky to make sure it would smell good.
God, she looks more exquisite up close! My brain could not help but shriek. My heart started beating faster because, at this moment, I just wanted to press my lips on hers.
She did not speak. She looked at me for a second, but it was obvious that she was just holding herself back from getting angry. Instead of accepting my hanky, she opened her bag, picked what I thought were tissues, and turned around while wiping the wet part of her chest. Then, she began to walk away.
/"Miss, you were drenched. Are you sure you want to go home like that? You know what, I can offer you a ride. I can even take you home if you would let me,/" I chased after her. My red sports car was only parked nearby so I could take her to their house anytime soon.
I did not want to give up. If she was a man-hater, then I would make sure that she would still talk to me in any way possible.
She remained as tight-lipped as ever and just continued to walk straight, following the course where jeepneys and other public transportations were piled up.
Woah! This is what I want… someone who would like to be chased around. Challenging!
So, I followed her and walked beside her. /"Miss… I’m sorry, okay? I didn’t mean what happened. By the way, I’m Leand,/" I introduced myself using my nickname because Leand sounded a bit like Diane. See the resemblance? Well, that was what I called Leandro’s moves! I extended my right hand to her.
Alright! This will be our start, Diane. I would be the happiest man on earth if I could hold your hand even just for a second.
Diane stopped walking before she threw me a bored and irritated look. Her face was neutral, and I couldn’t see any excitement in her expression. Wasn’t she happy to see a strikingly handsome guy in front of her?
She did not even lend time to glance over my hand that wanted to shake hands with her. It just became exhausted from waiting for her to accept it when I guessed I no longer had the chance in the first place.
/"I am not asking for your name, dude. Apology accepted, okay? Now, get out of my way if you don’t want me to report you to the police officer over there, that you are a good-for-nothing type of stalker! Do you want that?/" She gritted her teeth towards me while pointing at the policeman a few meters away.
Surprised by what she told me, I blinked my eyes because I could not believe her. She was unquestionably fierce and cranky. Because of that, I wasn’t able to speak as if my overconfidence suddenly left me… it became gradually low.
I felt guilty because her accusations against me being a stalker were true. But by correcting it furthermore, I would tell her that I was her handsome stalker! Yes, she forgot the word handsome here that should always be stuck with me.
That soft drinks sucked! It should have been splashed at me so that she would be left with no other choice but to take care of me.
When she stepped away from me again, I just let her go. That was enough for today, and I might not know what to do if she would get angrier with me if I would follow her ever again. I did not want to be embarrassed here to think that some people were already passing by.
I didn’t want Diane to be mad at me. I wanted her to love me.
After graduation, we left the Philippines and flew to America. I studied Masters in Business Administration at Harston Corporate University for two years with my older brother. Like him, I worked hard to become an expert in the field of business before I set up my own company. It was a Manufacturing Company focused on the automobile and commercial parts.
Of course, who would forget about meeting a lot of foreign chics? I was indeed good-looking, so it was only a natural thing for me to have a one-night stand with them. Some were even begging me to take them into my bed and ravage their bodies non-stop. But it all ended there… I still could not stop thinking about Diane.
If not all, most women in the States were no longer virgins. My last girlfriend was only sixteen, and a six-year age gap was not a concern. She was accelerated, and that earned her a spot in college real quick. I thought I already hit the jackpot of fucking a virgin because she kept on saying that she was one. But what the heck, she was not! At sixteen, I didn’t even have a hard time getting inside her. Her pussy was a lot bigger compared to others.
Going back to the Philippines, I learned from my informant that Diane was working as a club dancer. I did not waste any moment, and even though I had only arrived at the airport after my twenty-four-hour flight from the States, I immediately went there to see her. Jet lag does not affect me if I would be able to see Diane again.
Although she was wearing a black mask that covered half of her face, I knew for a fact that it was her—the woman who was effortlessly snaking her body on the pole. My veins immediately heated up when I saw her again as if having an intense fervor. She was on fire, and I did not care about getting burnt.
Her already hour-glass-shaped figure got even better, her breasts became more voluptuous, and I guessed, her porcelain-like skin had gotten smoother too—something I had always been eager to take a hold of.
In an instant, I wanted to beat all the customers here who were looking at her like she was just a piece of meat. They were gazing at her as if their saliva would drop anytime soon. I was the only one who had the right to look at her that way. She could not go to other men because, for me, I owned her already. She was mine and nothing, or no one could ever take her away from me!
I asked the bouncer where the owner of Lucy’s Club was, and I immediately entered her office. I talked to her if I could table the masked woman, and there I found out that she does not want to entertain the customers at their tables—that her job here was just to be the pole dancer.
The end of my lips curved into a smirk. Diane was still peevish. But I would make a way to break that imaginary wall that she built around her, and this time, failure would never be an option. I would make sure that I would be the only one who could successfully table her among the customers and that… she would only pay attention to me. Other customers would die out of envy.
/"One hundred thousand pesos!/" I offered to the club owner.
/"Sir, she couldn’t do it. I'm sorry, feel free to choose someone else./" The woman named Lucy said. She bowed her head as she handed me a portfolio with different women profiles inside.
My right palm made a loud bang on her office desk as my left hand threw the folder away. I loosened the necktie that seemed to be choking me.