Chapter 37: Chapter 37

"Have you been waiting for me for such a long time?" She asked, steadily approaching me. She had her arms around my neck and was ready to kiss me, but I quickly resisted.

"How come Alyana isn't here," I murmured.

"Alyana? The cheap girl you were with earlier?"

I said quietly, "I'm asking you properly."

"She came out," she replied, irritably. She grabbed my arm just as I was going to turn away from her.

"Wait, where are you going? Don't tell me you're going to that cheap one?! Do you like her, Stephen?"

I suddenly got frozen by her last question.

"What the hell? I have no idea that beggar, cheap girl, doesn't have any sense of fashion, who doesn't even know how to dress properly inside here!" She laughs.

"A trash like her? That kind of girl is your type now huh? How funny Stephen."

I leaned forward and grabbed her by the jaw. "Beggar? Cheap? Trash? Don't have any sense of humor? Well, I prefer all of that to a bitch like you!" I said as I let go of her jaw.

"You kissed me,"

"Excuse me, Stefanie, but you were the one who kissed me first." I just shook and chuckled gently.

"Yeah, but you kissed me back!"

"So? What do you want me to do? It's just a kiss; it's nothing to me; I can kiss any woman I want. And for me, it was nothing but just a kiss." I observed her lips widening as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing.

What did she expect? She already knew I was a f**kboy.

"You do really like that maid--"

"Maid? Stupid, she's not my f**king maid!"

"Stupid? You're calling me that now huh?! You're the one who said that she's your maid!"

"That's why you're so stupid," I said.

"Because you're easy to believe." It makes me look horrible, and it looks like she'll erupt in rage in a few minutes.

"You're the worst!"

"You know what, if a man likes you, it's not because of your character; if you're hoping for forever, don't hope because I won't last long, because of your attitude that nobody can bare, Stefanie."

"Wow! I'm so embarrassed by you, Mr. F**kboy! Do you also believe you'll be able to find a woman who will like you for who you are, huh?! Well, let me tell you something! No woman can comprehend your behavior!"

"You're so arrogant, you think you're the only attractive man on the planet!"

"If you want a handsome man to find you, go overseas, there are a lot of attractive men who are also huge, what do you want 12 inches?"

"How dare you say that!"

"No, how dare you say that to her!"

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(End of Flashback)

I simply shook my head and walked into my room. On the bed, I noticed a paper bag.

Sure, why not? I haven't yet handed it over to her.

I walked out of my room. Before knocking on the door, I prepared myself beforehand, and when no one answered. I just open the door on my own and stepped inside. It's not locked so I got freely go inside her room.

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Alyana Perez's Pov.

As the door slowly opened and spewed out Stephen, I gazed at it.

He sneezed before speaking again, "H-Hey..."

"Hey!"

"What?" I asked, looking at the paper bag he was holding.

What's with that. What exactly is inside that paper bag? Is that for me...no, Alyana! Don't assume anything okay!

"This is for you," he said, handing me the paper bag. Okay so, I am right about that.

"That's a contact lens; I didn't get an eyeglass since it doesn't suit you..." He muttered, my gaze fixed on him.

"I mean, it's your choice, but your beauty will be covered if you gonna use eyeglass, so contact lenses are better." My beauty? Will be covered? It's not like I'm wearing a mask or something.

I promptly inquired, "Am I ugly when I use eyeglass?"

"Yes-- I mean, no!" What? I do look ugly then? He said yes, I hear him say yes!

"By the way, this cell phone. My number should just be there, huh?"

When he handed me the phone, my brow furrowed just a little. I questioned, surprised, "Is this mine?" He nodded.

"Why?" Why would he buy me a new phone? "I don't need a cellphone--"

"Well, now you need a phone right now, in case of emergency," I said simply, placing it on the bedside table. It's almost nine o'clock in the evening.

"Are you...are you still mad at me?" I look at him. I just pout and didn't reply.

I was shocked when he kissed me and push me to bed.

"H-Hey!" I yelled, but he only chuckled. I don't know what went through my head as he gradually drew his face closer to mine, so I just closed my eyes and waited to see what he did next.

I felt his lips contact my forehead instead of his lips. It was as if my heart had instantly melted as a result of that kiss, and my wrath had vanished, leaving me annoyed with him. Why am I so disgusted and enraged with him?

I carefully lifted my hand and ran my fingers through his hair, playing with it till my hand fell on his ear.

"I'm tickled there, Alyana," he whispered, and his breath hit my neck, causing me goosebumps. I was tickled around the neck, but I didn't mind.

"Alyana," he whispered as he hugged me, his head resting against my neck.

"Wait a minute, Stephen, you're so heavy," I say now that he's on top of me. I tried to get his hand off my waist, but that only made the grasp tighter. I attempted to relax and take a long breath before letting him go.

As he walked away from me and stood up, I pondered. "Come on, we're going somewhere," he said, holding out his two hands to me. He seemed to notice that I didn't believe he was the one who grabbed my hand.

"Where are we going, it's late— I thought where... it's just your room," he didn't say anything, only drew my hand in and let go when we were finally inside.

He unlocked his cabinet and pressed or withdrew anything from it... I'm not sure what he was up to in his cupboard. Will he put on some clothes? Or perhaps he wanted me to do something on the cabinet? I don't know, I'm confused.

"Come here," he urged as I approached gently. Entering the enormous cabinet, he was astounded by what he had pushed on the side; it was as if a door had suddenly opened. We went inside after Stephen held my hand.

When I saw all the different kinds of jewelry, my jaw practically fell. There are more paintings here, as well as a large number of books. My attention was drawn to a familiar piece of jewelry...

I approached it gently and stared at it. "Wait," I said to myself.

"It looks familiar to me." As he said, I looked behind me.

"Do you want that?" He asked.

"No, it's fine; I already have like this," I said with a smile. "But it's cheap unlike this of course I know this is expensive," I explained, and he laughed.

"Guess how much that red scarlet necklace costs."

"Take a guess?" I responded. "Well, I'm not sure... as long as it's pricey."

"$8.1 million," he exclaimed, almost causing my jaw to drop. What? Million? It isn't just 8.1 million dollars, either! What the hell, 8.1 million dollars? I think I'm going to pass out at that price.

"Only two necklaces like that exist in the world."