Chapter 32

"Okay. If you say so. Deal then." He nodded and looked down on his plate.

"So when's Rhiana coming? She might get hurt? I don't know." 

"I don't know. By the way, you have a hickey." He commented and pointed my neck.

"Yours too." I said, pointing his neck close to his adams apple.

"Will it be obvious?" He laughed and looked at me.

"They'll think it's from the bedscene yesterday so they won't think of something bad . . . I guess?"

"I didn't kiss you on your shoulder yesterday. It left a mark just earlier this morning." He pointed my right shoulder.

"So what are you trying to imply? You want them to know we're fuck buddy?" 

"Well . . . shouldn't there be rules when interacting with the opposite sex?" He trailed off.

My brows furrowed.

"What?" I asked, confused.

"Like . . . No flirting with the others? You see . . . HIV can be transmi—"

"What's the connect of flirting from HIV?" I cut him off.

"Well flirting leads to sex." He said innocently.

"What? What kind of logic is that?" I asked, astonished.

"No flirting." He said with finality.

"That's unfair . . . But if you flirt, I'd flirt with the others too." I shrugged.

He narrowed his eyes on me but later on nodded.

"You sore?" He asked midway of eating.

"Why? Wanna do it again?" I asked with a smirk.

"Just asking . . . but if you want, why not grab the opportunity?" He laughed.

I shook my head and finished my breakfast. When we're done, I went to his bathroom to brush my teeth with the toothbrush he brought me along with the clothes while he wash the dishes.

Looking at the mirror, I realize I'm not wearing any make-up so I grabbed my purse on the night stand and applied a light make-up.

"You'll go already?" He asked when I went out of his room, he just finished washing up.

"I don't know." I said and sat on his living room's sofa as I open my phone's screen.

I wanted to call my daughter but I forgot we're 7 hours ahead of their time in Canada so probably now that it's 8:00AM here, it's already 1:00AM there, she's sleeping already. I don't want to disturb her.

"Why? You want to call someone from New York?" Aiden asked when he saw my hesitant reaction of pressing a call button.

I was about to hide the phone screen when he took a peek of it.

"Baby?" He raised his brow when he read the name of the person I'm about to call.

"My . . . do-dog!" I nodded and laughed.

His reaction seemed unconvinced. His brows furrowed as if he's concluding something.

"It's not what you think it is!" I panicked.

"Are you two timing?" He accused.

My jaw went slack.

"You have boyfriend?" He accused again and placed his hands at the sides of his waist as he peered through my eyes.

"No!" I laughed in relief.

He seemed unconvinced and skeptical.

"Am I an affair? I don't want to be illega—"

Instead of answering him, I pulled him on the sofa and pushed him to lay on the sofa. I sat on his crotch and attacked his lips for distractions, I don't want him to talk about those things.

I already accepted to myself that he's not the Weakling I love so why bother giving him the responsibility? He doesn't even know about the things we did back then or how he loved me so dearly so I'd be selfless and let him enjoy not having the memory because I know I created trauma in his life.

He held my waist and kissed me back. I could feel him hardening against me and I'm glad his attention now shifted even though I wanted to tease about the thing of saying he's an affair even when he's just my buddy in bed.

And so we did in in the sofa once again.

Grunted with the sight of my new dress worn-out and ripped, I glared at Aiden who just gave me an innocent smile.

"I could buy you a closet in my house if you want." He joked and laughed.

Annoyed, I just closed my eyes and covered my body with the comforter he gave me. I'm still on the sofa, lying, tired to even move my wobbly feet because of his roughness.

"I forgot you'll have an action scene for today. Can you run well?" I don't know if he's concern or just teasing me.

Still eyes closed, I gave him my middle finger.

He laughed and covered my middle fingers with his palms. My eyes immediately opened at that and looked shock as I stare at his palms covering my middle finger. An unknown ache and hope suddenly lit up inside my heart but he removed it off and put my middle finger down as he shook his head.

"No-no. That's bad." He smiled.

Fuck. He remind me so much of my past Weakling.

He tilted his head but I shook my head and sighed.

"Can you tell me what happened to you after those six years?" I asked.

"Six years?" He seemed confused.

"I mean . . ." I sighed and sat on the sofa as I cover my naked body with the comforter.

He raised his brow at me and looked at my body. He's just wearing his short but no top. I could see the scratches I left on his body.

"After your memory loss. What  happen to you?" I asked and leaned my side against the sofa.

He knitted his brows.

"Memory loss? I don't remember having a memory loss."

My mouth formed an "0", shocked by what I just heard.

"What? You don't have amnesia? You weren't in an accident?" I asked to confirm.

"I wasn't. And amnesia? I've never had one . . . at least I don't remember being diagnosed by it." He shook his head.

My lips parted, I was speechless for a while. Trying to process the words he said.

"You remember your past?" I asked, appalled.

"I do vaguely remember . . . like my childhood friend, Alessia. Yes."

But I was a part of his childhood! How come?

"You . . . don't remember me?" I trailed off.

He cocked his head.

"You said you weren't part of my past?" Now he's confuse.

"Who the hell are you?!" I suddenly become alert.

"Me?" He pointed his self.

"Are you really Aiden?! Aiden Drane Alonzo?!" I asked in fear.

He chuckled at my frantic look.

"Of course I am."

"You don't have any siblings other than Grayson?! Or are you Grayson?! Are you triplets?!" I asked apprehensively.

"Relax. I am Aiden. What's with the panic?" He can't help but to find it amusing.

I covered my whole body with the comforter as I felt the shiver he brought to me by just realizing he doesn't have any amnesia but he couldn't remember me! How the hell did that happen?!

"You look cute." He messed my hair.

Fuck. He's Aiden! He's acting like my Weakling!

I looked at him, still appalled but he's finding it amusing! I cannot believe this! Is everything just an hallucination?! Did I just created those scenes with him?! Did those memories really did happen?!

"Sketch! You know how to sketch?" I asked him.

"Sketch?" He nodded. "How did you know?"

I grasped my hair feeling my sanity completely leaving my mind and soul. I could sense the deep fright and anxiety I'm feeling right now and it's making me out of my mind.

I clicked my fingers in the air and pointed it towards him.

"How was your highschool? I'm sure you don't remember it right?"

He raised his brows at me. His silence gave me hope he doesn't remember it but it sank the moment he shook his head.

"I remember it." He avoided my gaze and sighed.

"Why? What's wrong?" I asked, still not calmed down.

"Nothing." He chuckled.

I can sense he doesn't want to talk about it so I nodded and tried to calm down. I'm sure I'll discover all the answers someday, I don't need to rush. One day, he'll open up and I'll listen to it. We're friends after all.

"You have another batch of clothes for me right?" I diverted the topic.

"Oh, right! I'll get it." He stood.

I watched him disappear from my line of sight. I lay back on the sofa and stared at the ceiling, feeling by how bizarre the interaction was with him.

"I really thought you'd go because you did your makeup." He said by the time he sat on the sofa I'm lying to.

"You're trying to imply I did my makeup because of you?" I looked at him.

He smirked and shrugged.

I shook my head and grabbed my purse he brought with him and opened it. I opened the compact mirror and looked at my face to see if there's a smudge of lipstick or something.

"Is it wrong wanting to be pretty?" I asked and put back the mirror in my purse.

"You're already pretty without makeup. No need."

I scoffed in order to hide my smile. I grabbed the makeup remover wipes I've always had and sat back on the sofa while squeezing the comforter under my armpits to make it stay as my shield since I'm still not wearing anything and motioned him to get close to me.

"Come here closer. You have lipstick stains on your face and neck." I said when he looked confuse.

He followed my order like an obedient puppy. I smirked at his docility, he reminds me of my Weakling.

"You remind of someone." I said and started wiping the side of his lips with the wipes.

"Who?"

"My first love."

He didn't answer while I continue to wipe the stains on his face.

"You can't . . . move on from him?" He trailed off.

Now I went to his neck to wipe it off. I motioned him to tilt his head upwards and he did.

"I still love him." I said.

He scoffed and pulled away from me. My brows met when I looked at him but he just grabbed the wipes on my palms.

"I'll do it myself. You should sleep, we still have a shoot later." He uttered and stood.

My lips parted to say a word but he already turned his back on me and went to his room. He didn't even let me speak, nevertheless, I shrugged and decided to lay back on the sofa.

I got pushed by drowsiness only to get pulled again with the consciousnes when I felt something on my lips. I opened my eyes with a brows furrowed, annoyed by the disturbance but it dissipated when I saw him sitting in front of me.

"Oh! Sorry for disturbing you. I was trying to remove your makeup. I'm on your lips now." He pointed my lips and the wipes he was holding.

Oh. This disguised Weakling is making me fall again.

I didn't bother answering, instead, I closed my eyes due to tiredness. I only slept for an hour, plus the exhausting activity we did so I know the tiredness is really dominating me right now.

He continued to wipe my lips gently and I let him. I've never been taken care by someone after my baby was born because all my attention was on her rather than my own. I got used to taking care of someone rather than being taken care of and this kind of feeling is making me long for . . . the first boy I love.

"Action!"

I threw a punch at Aiden and just like what we practiced, he stopped my knuckle with his palms, immediately my feet kicked his stomach forcefully and twirled to kick his face and when he was knocked down on his knees, he looked up to me with a raging anger.

"Don't kill her!" He roared.

I smirked and pulled his hair to face me. I grabbed the gun behind me and assembled it with my one hand and mouth just like what I practiced as I pull his hair tightly. When the gun was ready to fire, I kissed his forehead with the gun's mouth.

"See you in hell." I uttered with a playful smirk.

"Cut!"

That was the scene for the suspense. Aiden's not going to die, he's gonna be my acquaintance but we're going to make the audiences believe for a few minutes that he died.

"You could be an action star!" Ms. Pro commented at my flurry fast paced moves.

"Yeah. She's small but terrible." Aiden commented behind me.

I turned to him to give him a shot of my deadly glare but he's busy shoving the dirt off away from his palms.

Pixie gave me a water bottle and I belted a few before I give it back to her.

"5 minutes break! We'll review the scene!" Mr. Director shouted.

I looked at them and they're busy. Some are taking pictures of the view and I admit, the view of the Rock Spires of Meteora are divine. This place is our shooting for the whole day. Later on, Jade running away from me would be filmed. They decided to film during sunset but it would be best to film at night for the suspense and bloody fight. The whole staffs and crew, including us will sleep here for the day until tomorrow, camping— if, we'll be able to have time for sleep since I know our scenes would require a lot of takes for camera angles and actions.

"Jake's acting weird. He's been distant to you. You fought with him? What if he's mad at you but you didn't know? What if he's in love with you and he can't ruin your friendship so he's being distant to you? What if secretly, he's planning to propose to you and what if you'll reject him?! So you're career will get ruin for rejecting him! And what if—"

"Pixie's overthinking again. Relax, Pix. I'm not distant to my onscreen partner." Jake smiled at her and perched his arms around my shoulder.

"Great! I was worried my Racle's career will get ruined by you! Because what if---"

"What if you'll stop overthinking?" He laughed and pinched her cheeks.

"Jake! You practice your lines and actions?! You need to do well!" Ms. Pro shouted.

"Yes, Misi— Miss!"

I sat on the camp chair near our camper van. There are many sets of cars and camper vans, tents and equipments for the shooting. Staffs are limited and few, only the four of us— Aiden, Me, Jade and Jake are the ones in this location as the actors and actresses.

Pixie disappeared when she was called by someone for an assistant while I was left in here, reading the script when someone grabbed a camp chair and positioned it beside me.

My brow arched when I saw Aiden making his way beside me.

"I said no flirting." He reminded.

"What? When did I flirt?" I looked at him.

He tsk-ed only and read his script. Not answering me. I shook my head and shifted my attention back to the script.

"By the way, where will you sleep?" He asked.

"I don't know. I'll think about it when the time comes. Don't wanna stress thinking for future situations and problems since I  have no idea if there's free space." I said, still sight on the script.

"I rented a car. You can sleep there." He offered.

I just nodded nonchalantly.

Silence enveloped. I was too engrossed with the lines of the script to even notice his stare at me.

"What?" I looked at him and put down the script book to give him my full attention.

"Just wanna talk. They're busy." He pointed them.

I nodded and sighed.

"You're that talkative? I didn't notice that side of you."

Or maybe I was just too busy thinking of my own topic and interest back then to even notice other people's chats and words. And I realize that when I learned how to listen to my daughter when she talks. I realize how important it is to sometimes, give others a chance to talk for a better communication, less misunderstanding rather than simply thinking about myself.

He shrugged.

"Hmm . . . who were you with during our 2 months vacation?" He started the topic.

"My daughter, Ms. Pia, and . . . Pixie. Just the three of us. My brother's busy with his modelling career so yeah. Just the three of us." I said honestly.

His mouth formed an "0". He was speechless for a while and I don't know why he seemed shock with what I just said— wait! Why did I just said?!

"Your . . . daughter?" His look was in aghast.

Oh fuck! You just said it, Racle! You just said you have a daughter in front of your daughter's father!

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Celestial Aurora