Yul's POV.
"What the fuck did she do?!"
I saw the message.
"All the investors are gone. Their stocks are pulled out. Your current project has been paused, and your assets are in danger. They could be lost in a few minutes now. Kuya Macky is having trouble. Help him, Kuya! Do something!"
I have to relax.
Or else I'll get stuck into it. I shouldn't be!
"Drink your wine. You're not here to think about that." James gave me my shot glass.
I took a deep breath. "Should I agree to her proposal? To marry her?"
James tapped my shoulder. "You shouldn't. It's fine as long as no one in your family is affected by her schemes."
"I should go home now, James." If I stay here, I will just end up frustrated. I need to help Macky fix the problem.
"What? But I just came!" he exclaimed.
"Bro, I'm really sorry. I'll just get back to you once everything is back to normal."
I didn't even wait for his answer. I just left.
But I went back when I realized that I didn't have my bag with me.
I saw her.
she was looking at me, then she looked away.
why am I even looking at her?
"Hey, I thought you were going home?" James asked.
I nodded. "yes, especially now that I have the reason," I said while looking at George, so busy hanging out by herself.
Wait... by herself?
Where's Harry, then?
I bid James goodbye and didn't realize that my feet were leading me to her.
"Hey foe, wheres your leading man?" I asked.
she rolled her eyes and continued what she was doing before I came.
she was serving them drinks, talking with them, and even entertaining them. but the one thing that almost burned me up was when she was asked to sit on their lap in exchange for money.
WHAT THE FUCK?!
MONEY?!
HARRY WAS INSANELY WEALTHY, SHE WOULDN'T EVEN NEED MONEY!
I turned around.
No, I shouldn't care about her.
This is her decision, her life, and I'm out of that. I do not have any right to stop what she was doing.
Just... one look... let me one more look.
She looks at me... sexily.
Fuck.
Is she trying to seduce me?
I looked away.
My phone buzzed again, a message from Macky.
"Kuya, she's obsessed with you! Why is she even taking our employees away? Every hour, the resignation letter is increasing!"
Fuck... why is this happening? I'm stuck... don't even know where to start. I'm full of worries at the back of my head.
But I turned around and saw her again.
Ugh, never mind. I'll just leave.
I'm not that obsessed to be with her. Harry can handle her.
I went back to James' table and told him I'd leave now.
Yet her voice quickly turned me into a mist.
Her voice, talking to other men sexily gives me so much hatred and pain. I hate to see her in this state.
I should go back.
"Bro..." James stopped me. "I know what's on your mind, and it's not good. You shouldn't do that to yourself, not even to her. You'll just hurt each other."
His grip on my shoulder is so hard to get away from. It was like a shoe glue.
I pushed him hard and didn't say a word.
Only to find my feet in front of her.
I pulled her away from them. We should go away before those men she was with started a scene.
"GET OFF!" she shouted. I didn't mind.
Those men started to throw things, so I just went inside a private room that's been open for a while and talked to her.
She slapped me.
"Why did you do that?!" George shouted.
"What have you been thinking? Are you crazy?" I asked, 'til my tears went down. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU WENT BACK TO YOUR PREVIOUS WORK! Is that supposed to be proud of? I didn't leave you to Harry just to find you in the same PATHETIC situation again!"
She went on her knees as if she was looking at nothingness. I don't understand...
Why is she like this?
"Stop getting involved in my life. That's all I ask."
She slowly gets up and leaves me hanging.
George... why did you become like this?
Mane calling...
"Kuya! What the fuck?! Come here!" she said immediately.
"Something happened, Mane. How's Macky?" I asked while wiping my tears.
"He's kind of frustrated, waiting for his older brother to come. What have you been doing all this time around, kuya?" she asked, but I didn't answer.
"Just wait for me there. Until I think of something to do." I just hung up the phone and didn't wait for her to respond.
Things are yet to get better, but right now, my focus is to get her out of here.
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"You're my guest?" George asked.
Yes, that's the solution I thought could help both of us, especially to her.
"Surprised?" I asked but remained looking nonchalantly.
"I don't know why you're acting all strange right now, but you need to stop, Yul Matthew Servano. Nothing will happen to us, and I won't let you." She turned around and started to go away, but I didn't stop her.
That's the final decision I embedded in my mind.
If she's still stubborn, fine. I won't get involved.
I was surprised when she stopped stepping on her feet and turned her body around.
"Why are doing this to me? Are you torturing your ex-wife? Leading her to believe that you still want to be with her after all the shit she did? But will do nothing if she refuses to be with you?"
I just smirked.
"Believe what you want." I can't even say to her my motive... that I wanted to protect her from perverted drunk men.
She went closer to me and found no words to speak. Our eyes met with a thousand words.
"You're hurting me." George hits me on my chest. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?"
I shook my head.
Then my phone buzzed again.
This time, it wasn't a call from Macky or Mane... but from Cara.
I took my phone and stood up, planning to answer my phone away from her.
But she pulled me closer... and kissed me.
"HEY, STOP!" I resist.
"See?"
She grunted and was about to go away, so I stopped her and pulled her closer to me. But on second thought... I answered Cara's call.
"Now, can I be your girlfriend?" Cara asked.
I thought of it for a while.
Maybe it's better if I just do it.
"You'll return everything?" I asked.
"Of course, I'm true to my words."
"Fine, then be my girlfriend."
George clenched her fist.
Cara, on the other hand, giggled. She bid her goodbye to start fixing everything.
But George was about to hit me... so I kissed her... as passionately as I felt.
Fuck...
I want to fuck her.
She disengages from my kiss. "But this is wrong. You just asked Cara to be your girlfriend?"
"Can we skip to that part?" I asked.
I'm an asshole, maybe.
I don't know.
Right now, all I think about is myself... and our relationship.