Two weeks have passed yet I cannot forget what I saw at the office.

I don't know what to feel but I cannot hide the fact that I am affected by Reagan's presence.

Only a day passed but Reagan is already annoying the hell out of me.

It just so happened that I was preoccupied with work lately that I was not able to pay the rent on time.

Yet, here he is, in front of my door.

With a smirk on his face.

"So, when are you planning to pay your dues?" Reagan asked, raising an eyebrow.

I crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him.

"Sorry. I was too busy with work that's why I cannot pay on time. Please WAIT, Sir.." I said sarcastically.

I went inside the room and fished out a couple of bills I had separated for the rent.

When I turned around, I found Reagan lying on my couch.

"What do you think you're doing?" I asked looking at him in a bewildered expression.

"Oh, there you are!" He smirked and he turned to me, still lying down.

His chiseled abs were seen thru his muscle tee.

I turned my eyes away from his chest and glared at him.

"Here's my payment. Now, shoo!" I handed him the money which he gladly took.

He even have the nerve to count them in front of me!

Once he was done, he placed it inside his back pocket.

"Is that how you treat your visitor? Won't you offer me a juice or something?" He teased and I rolled my eyes.

I stomped on my heel and poured orange juice on a glass.

I handed it to him and he took it happily.

"I hope you choke on it." I muttered and just like that, he began coughing.

"What did you do! You put a spell on it, right!" Reagan exclaimed and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

It was my turn to laugh.

Pretty soon, we were laughing.

I stopped when I noticed him smiling and looking at me.

"A-are you done? Can you leave now please?" I asked nervously.

This is making me uncomfortable!

"I missed you, Shai." Reagan said and looked directly into my eyes.

I feel my face reddened.

I was at loss for words.

I did not expect he will say those things.

"I know I have left so abruptly. I'm such a coward." Reagan laughed but I noticed his eyes started watering. 

"Back then, I was a fool to take you for granted. But, believe me, I have loved you." Reagan continued, his voice hoarse.

My eyes felt hot with tears.

Loved.

Past tense.

Finished.

"I never stopped loving you but I have to leave you. My dad warned me that he will get back at you and ruin your life if I did not break up or leave you." He said and wiped his tears.

"Wow. Such a strong lyrics for a series!" I managed to talk, my voice breaking.  "That will make it into the kdrama world!"

"They tried to convince me for an arranged marriage but I insisted not to do so or I will not take over. They allowed me but all my moves are closely monitored." Reagan added as if I did not say anything.

I just look at him as he continued airing his explanations.

He stood up from the couch and held my hands.

He touched the side of my face without breaking our eye contact.

"Please, give me another chance. " He begged and I was left speechless and dumbfounded again.

"I know, I'm not in the position to demand for another chance but  years without you in my life was miserable enough. " Reagan said and I can feel his warm breath on my face.

"Please leave." I said and looked away.

"Shai, please." Reagan pleaded again.

I remembered Miss Harriet.

How excited she was that day when she saw him to the point that she even hugged him and how he brought her a bouquet.

I did not dare to ask about them.

If his intentions were true, he will tell me everything without me asking.

"Just leave." I said firmly again.

Reagan gave me one last look before he pecked on my cheek.

My eyes widened when I felt his lips on my cheek for a brief moment.

I did not know that he left when Madonna waved her hand in front of me.

"Hey, best! What happened? Still dazed again?" Madonna frowned looking at me.

"Uh, let's go out and eat! Let's call for a delivery!" I said abruptly and handed her a couple of bucks from my wallet.

"Are you sure? I thought you're saving up??" Madonna asked again, her forehead creased with amusement.

"I want a milktea and potato corner ha! Sour cream flavor!" I yelled as I went to my room to get my laptop.

What a day!