Chapter 8

"Are you okay now, Miss?" He worriedly asked.

I sighed and nodded.

"Yeah... I just feel tired and a little sore due to physical tension, that's all."

"That's common after panic attack. It's called adrenaline hangover." He then picked all my things on the floor.

I didn't move, I was still on the floor as the accident still lingers in my thoughts. I felt tired and I just want to rest and sleep on the floor.

He wore my shoulder bag on his front and then carried me. I was unable to respond any reactions because I was too tired and I really need someone to carry me or else I'll really sleep on the floor.

"Just rest your face against my chest and sleep. I know you're tired." He said.

Oh... I remember someone with the same line.

But I was too tired to even remember or think about the past so I just let myself sleep.

It wasn't long. My peace soon left me.

"William! Please no!" My mom sobs.

Dad, once again pulled my mom's feet off of my bed.

"Get out of her bed! Go to my room!"

"Dad! No! Don't harm mom!"

"You mother-fucker asshole!"

He slapped me so hard so I rolled off of my bed.

"No! Don't harm our child!"

Clanks. Noise. Sobs. Shouts.

Shit.

I immediately woke up after my nightmare again. Half panting and whimpering. Sweats were all over my body and my heart was racing once again. I looked all over the room and it was very dark. I was in an unfamiliar room... alone.

I stood and tried to find a cabinet using my hands and when I finally found one, I stood and went beside it and settled myself there while hugging my body. I leaned my head against the side of the cabinet and closed my eyes again to sleep.

Now, dad won't be able harm me or my mom in bed anymore.

And everything went black. With an uncomfortable position, I felt safe.

My consciousness slapped me when I felt a touch from someone. I opened my eyes so I saw him who was trying to cover me up with a comforter but ended up waking me up.

"Oh, You're awake." He said and then smiled.

I straightened my back and immediately stood. He was wearing a white hoodie jacket and looks like he came from running outside because of sweats from his forehead.

"Uhm... where am I?"

"My condo unit."

"Oh... right. I fell asleep." I nodded.

"Yeah. You should eat something for breakfast. You didn't get to eat anything because you were too tired."

"No thanks." But my stomach says the otherwise as it growled out of frustration.

He chuckled.

"Come on, Miss. I cooked a breakfast. You could at least eat in order to gather energy for today." He smiled.

Oh, he looks really innocent with that smile. Wonder what kind of man is he.

He's handsome too. Wonder if he has any girlfriend? That would be a lot of trouble.

"You're staring at me?" He stated what's obvious.

I shrugged. I'm shameless bitch so why not?

"Okay. Let's go."

I head my way out of the room and there, the scent of bacon enveloped the surrounding with my stomach who was shouting and crying for a meat.

The unit was fancy. There was a stair for the second floor and the kitchen was larger than Lia's. The sala has probably a hundred-inch tv that was glued on the wall and the white sofas seems so cozy and expensive as well as the vases. Walls were white and the kitchen tables were marble. Everything just screams wealth.

I settled myself on the chair designated for the large marble kitchen table. It was rather long than wide. I faced the kitchen set and noticed that it was all luxurious gas electric stove top rather than normal stoves who produces fire.

He coughed beside me so he caught my attention. He smiled so my forehead knotted but he didn't said anything, instead he just went in front of me to prepare my breakfast.

"So, you didn't do anything to me?" I asked.

"My gentleman side would never allow me." He laughed.

"Oh... you kind of remind me of someone I used to know."

He coughed.

"So are you okay now, Ms. Oh— yeah..." He then avoided my gaze.

"Huh?" I asked, confused.

"Your state. Are you okay now?"

I avoided his gaze when he pulled the hem oh his white jacket and put it on a chair beside him, revealing his one of a hell damn good body because of his white muscle tee.

I tried to give my attention to the food and just silently ate, not minding his question.

"Well, is your psychiatrist good? Do you want to meet a new one? I know a lot." He said in the middle of eating.

I looked up to him who's just staring at me and didn't even bother to eat anything.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Soon-to-be." He didn't even avoid my gaze.

Is he not ashamed with the way he looked at me? He's obviously showing interest!

"I presume you have a wealthy family background."

"Yeah... my dad's parents own a hospital."

I mentally rolled my eyes and returned my attention back to my plate.

"I hate braggers." I softly murmured.

He laughed but he didn't respond.

"Well, I love a person who hates braggers." He weakly mumbled to himself but I heard it!

Oh, he's clearly interested in me! But I'm not!

Though he's handsome.

And gentleman.

But whatever.

"I'm done." I said and stood up after finishing my plate.

He stood even though he didn't even get to finish his food.

"Wait, I'll give you something."

I tilted my head and observed his move. He went near the refrigerator and opened it. My eyes widened after seeing tons of Goya inside it.

Shit you, Goya. Now I'm craving.

And it looks like, he was able to read my mind because he gave me a two of it.

"One for you and your sis... yeah."

I squeezed my eyes at him but he just avoided my gaze.

"How did you know I have a sister?"

"I'll get your bag." He changed the topic and just turned his back at me.

I sighed and didn't mind if he's a stalker or whatsoever. I went to the living room and noticed that there was only one picture frame on the wide fancy tv stand. I grabbed the small frame and inside of it was a half-burned photo. It was a photo of a man, probably his dad, smiling and holding someone but it burned the half of it.

I saw a small penmanship on the corner of the picture.

I hate you dad! I wish you'll die!

It was like a penmanship of a kid.

And at the top of the corner of the picture there was another penmanship but it looks mature.

"It's not..." I read out loud as the penmanship was thin and almost faded unlike the first one which is used with marker. "... your fault. I wish—" someone instantly grabbed the frame away from me.

"Don't touch my things." He said in monotone.

He was serious as if I touched something important to him.

"Oh... I didn't mean to."

He avoided my gaze and gave me my bag.

"I brought you benzodiazepines medicines, well, I brought many so just pick the ones prescribed for you since I didn't get to ask you earlier."

I shook my head.

"I'll head out. Bye."

He didn't respond or must I say he was shocked by my rudeness. But when I was about to open the door out of his unit, I heard his whisper.

"Same old her." He chuckled lowly.

I immediately re-turned back at his direction.

"You know me?"

He was caught off guard.

"What? I said, "Shame, older" because I was older than you but you weren't ashamed!" He instantly defended.

"How did you know I was older than you?"

He coughed.

"W-Well... you look y-younger!" He then nervously laughed.

"Are you a stalker?"

"What?!" He asked me like that was a stupid question.

I gave him my stoic face.

He pointed himself like he cannot accept the fact that I called him a stalker.

"This handsome face has the guts to stalk a woman? Are you out of your mind, beautiful woman? I can definitely get a woman in just a snap of a finger!"

"Well, you cannot get me. I'm a woman also."

He smirked and so I regretted the words I just uttered especially when he starts hoofing near me.

"Are you challenging me?"

"Well, I'm just stating what's true." I answered in a stoic manner.

A playful smirk played on his lips as he nodded as if he was about to do a fun game in order to win the challenge.

Well, he looks like a playboy behind those innocent smiles! What a great facade! I was fooled!

He snapped his finger and pointed it at me.

"In a snap, you'll be mine. And I'll make sure you'll regret the fact that you called me a stalker." He uttered with so much vigor.

"Oh, that won't happen, Mister. I'll never fall for a man like you. I told you; I hate braggers but have I told you that I also hate playboys?" I smirked.

He shoved his hand inside his pocket and licked his lower lip.

"I'm not a playboy but I do get attracted to certain woman. And once I lay my eyes on them, I'll make sure I'll get her."

"... to bed." I added.

He didn't answer me so I assume I was right. He wants me in bed but that will never happen.

I'm a different woman. And I'm sure he'll soon leave me after knowing my weakness.

"I'll head out, Mister. Bye." I then turned my back at him.

"Thank you!" He shouted sarcastically when I was already on the elevator near his unit.

"You're welcome!" I shouted back.

He chuckled and went near outside the elevator, two hands were shoved inside his pocket while looking intently at me so I just pressed the 2nd floor on the elevator, thinking of it, I noticed that we live in the same building and I was familiar with the place outside although his floor was high-up, exclusive for celebrities.

"I'll make sure you'll fall for me, Alessia Mae Robins."

"What the—" The door of the elevator ting.

Shit! He's a real stalker! He even knew my full name!

"Fall for you? Huh! Impossible!" I shouted at nothingness.

The elevator ting once again so I stepped out and hoof my way to my condo unit. I entered my unit using my passcode and threw my heels on the ground after entering.

I yawned and removed my bag along with my blazer then wore my slipper.

"I'm ho—" I stopped when I saw Justine, sitting on our couch.

"Good morning, Alessia!" My sister happily greeted but I couldn't smile.

He stood after seeing me and gave me a smile as if nothing happened yesterday. His eyes then went down to my boobs that was covered yesterday with my blazer.

A pervert asshole who just wants my body. Huh! I'll never let anyone taste my beautiful body! Boys will drool over it including you, you asshole! You wasted such a great opportunity! Haha!

"Good morning, babe. Where have you been?" He acted as if we didn't broke-up.

"Oh, you're home. He's been waiting for you for hours. Where have you been?" It was mom.

"Who are you?" I asked. He acted as if nothing happened so I'll pretend I don't know him.

"Come on, babe! Let's talk about that later!" He laughed.

I rolled my eyes at him when he grabbed my hands and was about to kiss my cheeks but I avoided him, giving him my grimace look.

"What happened? I thought you slept with him?"

"Mom! That's not good for Andra! Don't talk about that thing!" I shouted frustratingly.

Andra giggled.

"I don't have any boyfriend! Don't worry!"

"Where did you sleep, babe? Mom and Andra's been looking for you."

"I slept with Cock." I lied.

But only about the name. It's true, I slept with him on the same unit.

His smile faded.

"What? You slept with whom?"

"His name was Cock. And he's really good." .... at cooking.

"What are you talking about? Did you cheat?" His voice was about to burst.

"Oh, didn't you?" I sarcastically asked back.

"What cheated? Alessia, did you cheat?" Mom barged in.

"Ask him the same thing, mom. I'm tired. I didn't get to sleep well although he was really caring. Can you believe it? He even covered me with a blanket while I was sleeping." I chuckled. It's true though.

"I waited for you for three years and you just gave it to a random guy?" He asked with an offended tone.

"Oh, so you're allowed to have sex with another woman while I'm not? That's kind of bias though." I shrugged and gave my cold expression.

"What are you talking about?!" It was mom, I'm sure she's mad.

"I'm your boyfriend but you didn't give me permission! Why did you give it with a random guy?!"

"Wow! I'm not aware that we're still in a relationship. From what I remember, we broke up yesterday and so I slept with another man."

One slap and I know it was from mom.

"You cheated on your boyfriend?!"

"He's the one who cheated!" I shouted frustratingly.

"I didn't cheat on you, Alessia! You're just hallucinating things! You're paranoid!"

"You're the one who's hallucinating things! We broke up yesterday!"

Another great slap from my great great great mom who think she's a saint.

"Justine, sweetheart, would you mind leaving us alone? I'm sure I'll give her a lesson, okay?" She said sweetly to him.

I rolled my eyes at that asshole and pointed my middle finger at him.

"Fuck you. Go to hell." I cursed at him.

"Alessia!" Mom fumed.

"Okay, Mom. Just to let you know, I really love your daughter. Very very much. I wish by tomorrow; we'll get back together." It was more like a command than a request.

"Get back your ass." I murmured.

"Sure, sweetheart." She said sweetly at his favorite dog.

I scoffed and crossed both of my arms and then raised a brow at him, revealing him my intimidating aura. The aura you should never messed with.

And when the door clanks it mimicked the sound of her slap on my cheeks.

"Why did you cheat on your boyfriend?! Don't you know how much of a waste it is to break up with a guy like him?!"

"Why would it be a waste when he himself is a trash?"

"Alessia! Watch your mouth!"

I sighed.

"Mom, I'm tired. Just let me rest."

"Get back with him." She commanded.

"Why? Because his dad owns a company? Because her mom is an owner of a real estate resort? Because he's a CEO of my modelling company? Is that all?" I asked sarcastically.

"It's for you, Alessia. I'm your mom, I know what's best to you." She coldly said.

"Oh! So now the mistress herself is advising her so-called-daughter to get back with a cheater like my dad."

She slapped me just like what's expected but this time, my face didn't move as if it was already immune with the sweet taste of her bitter palm.

"Do not go back to the past, Alessia!"

"Well, what do I do?! That so-called-past of yours has a huge effect on me as a person in this present!"

"I'm not a mistress! Do not call me a mistress!"

"So, you're ashamed of being called like one when you yourself admitted the fact that you knew we have a family and yet you still entertained him? Huh?" I asked sarcastically.

She holds her heart and tried to calm her breathe as if she was deeply affected by my words.

"You don't know anything, Alessia."

"And look what happened to you! You got cheated! Wow! A mistress got cheated! That's what you called karma! Mistresses are such a fool for believing they can be that one when they themselves are just an option itself!"

"Alessia... Your mom and dad were never married." She said in a slow manner, still catching her breath.

"It's you who settled for less and it's him who never did settle at anything! At the end? Who got hurt? You! Yourself! You were an option and you let him use you! It's both your fault! He had a choice and you had an option to be someone's one but you chose to be that option of his choice!"

"Alessia..." She warned.

"What? Didn't both you and my father cheated on my mother? I hate cheaters and I'll never get back with that asshole who just reminded me of my dad!"

"It wasn't my fault! He wouldn't have a choice if your mother did—"

"Oh! I know, I know. So, you'll say that my mother didn't manage to give my father enough pleasure? Is that it? Oh, that's a one of a hell great great great mistresses' common line. I'm sick of it." I cut her out.

"No! It was your mother who cheated first before your father!"

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