CHRISTIAN
I have a strong suspicion that Mirana is right next door, and I hope I'm not mistaken.
"Good morning Sir, welcome to our shop, how may we assist you?" greeted a lovely brunette woman.
"Is Mirana here?" I inquired unequivocally.
"What do you want from her, and who are you?" She stares at us like a tiger, making Drake smile viciously.
"Please allow me to speak with her; my name is Christian, and I've been looking for her for years."
"You're overreacting, Mr. Christian, as if you had to look for her all over the world," she sarcastically said, which irritated me because I wanted to see her right away.
"Please"
"Hey, this is my shop! I'll call her," she said as she walked away from us.
There are so many people, and you are enchanted by the view, which is, by the way, Boracay. My heartbeat is all I can hear right now, and I can't hear the waves. Drake, on the other hand, was upset because of the woman we had spoken with earlier.
Why did I even bother pretending to be gay? Right now, I'm still struggling. I was irritated with myself as I recalled those incidents. Then I kept pushing her to go to that guy, and now I'm chasing her.
.
"Mirana!" screamed the woman.
"Lay?" her voice seemed to pierce the energy of my heart. It's a weak voice, but it's audible to me.
"How many times am I going to have to call you?"
"Excuse me, what is it?"
"You have visitors," Layla replied, almost sobbing.
"Who?"
"Mirana," I said as she blushed, wanting to hug and kiss her.
"Christian?"
"What brings you here?"
"I want to see you. I've been looking for you, Mirana. Why didn't you just tell me you were leaving? Why didn't you just tell me you were here? Why?"
"Is there anything you can do? It's my decision, and you don't seem to mind.
"Don't think of me as Marco, who is uninterested in you. I care about you because-"
"Christian! Stop making things difficult for me! "
"I love you Mirana! And I don't think that's the problem! You just think so much," I said as I approached her. I want to kiss her and have sexual relations with her. I'm not sure why I think this way. Yes, I am a terrible thinker, but that is how I feel.
"Would you please give me a chance?"
"I have a son; find a woman who can fill the void left by your love."
"I don't care if you have a son; so what? I'll treat him as my son as well, and I'll love the people around you; just be with me, and I'll do everything for you."
"Why me?"
"Please allow me to enter your life."
"My!"
A small, handsome young boy appeared out of nowhere. He resembles a miniature version of Marco.
"Zeke?"
"Are you all right?"
"I'm fine, baby."
"Who is he?"
"Is that your Dy?"
"N-no"
"I'm Dy, baby."
"Hello, my name is Zeke."
"Let me down, My! I need to see my Dy."
She grabbed Zeke and handed it to Layla right away.
"How dare you! How could you tell Zeke that you were his father! Don't pretend to be his father! Don't give my son false hope! You're a-" I cut her off and kissed her lips to stiffen her."You're so quick to forget and move on Mirana."
"Marco," Mirana broke off our kiss and turned to face the man behind us.
"Fuck this nonsense."
***
MARCO
And now I see the two of them kissing right in front of me, as if Mirana wants to. She had never truly transformed into a filthy girl. Cello Frey Cell Let's see how far you can get Mirana.
"You're so quick to forget and move on, Mirana," I said sternly, which shocked the two as well, and Mirana walked away from him. What a jerk. Look at her, she's not even doing well, she can't even comb her hair. But she maintains her beauty and body shape. Fuck Marco, pay attention. You've come to get your son and figure out how to make a long-term plan, if that's what you're thinking.
"Fuck this shit," Christian hissed, making me smile.
"Fuck you too," I muttered under my breath, as evidenced by the look on his face.
"Mirana, we need to talk, if you don't mind," she responded with a surprised nod. Because I assumed he wouldn't speak to me. Her eyes were heavy, and he appeared to be dying, but I didn't care if she died. She is deserving.
Allow the game to begin.
***
"What are we talking about, Marco? And how did you find me?" She was tired as she asked those questions, but the anxiety was visible in her eyes, and the hand she was holding trembled. What is the matter with this woman? Don't be so nice, Mirana; I know everything about you.
"Come back into my life again" made me sick, but I was surprised when she didn't seem to care; there were no emotions in her eyes, and I couldn't read what was going through her mind.
"After all these years and all the situations you've brought into my life, you came all the way here just to tell me that Marco? And you expect me to say yes and forgive you?" every word of hers was venomous.
"I'm not asking," I sarcastically said, arched her brow.
"I'm tired of being next to you, Marco; I want to have a life; I don't want to be as unhappy as you are."
"Do you think that's why you let him kiss you?"
"You're mistaken; your conclusions are far too absurd."
"So, what was it?"
"I don't see why I should explain it to you," she said emotionlessly, as if my entire being went numb. What happened to you, Mirana, and why do I feel like I haven't seen you in a long time?
"Look, Marco, I still have a lot more to do with my son's life, so excuse me, I have work to go," she said, pulling out of my arms. I drew her arm closer and our bodies met, her body on my chest, and I felt a burning sensation. Her hair smelled as sweet as a strawberry, and her breath as sweet as her lips. But those eyes will not entice me.
"Where is our son?" she asked, stunned. Her eyes were filled with sadness and sorrow.
"My son," she says.
"Our son," he says.
"He's just my son Marco; you haven't been his father since the day you wronged us."
"Look, I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was doing, and I'm here to make amends to both of you; please allow me to see my son."
I want to see my son; yes, it would be insane if I thought he wasn't my child, but I know in my heart that he is. I am the only father, and there is no one else. I don't want my son to grow up in a broken home.
I felt the pain she caused me the day she came to my office with her baby's womb. I was trying to avoid the pain in my heart that was throbbing because I only wanted one thing. I want retaliation for what she has done to me.
And this is just the start.
"Follow me, and I'll show you our son."
