I stared at the ceiling for a long time. Newly awakened and up by vomiting. I went back to bed.
Yesterday, I couldn't believe he was here. I pinched my skin yesterday because I thought it was just a dream but it wasn't. He's real and he's here! How?
What does he mean Why is he here? Why is he a haciendero?
Last night at dinner I never asked Aunt Magda again. She doesn't seem to know anything.
I was startled by the ringing of my cellphone. I took it under my pillow.
"Hello Jenn?" I answered Jenn's call and lay down. I rubbed my stomach stiffening.
I'm used to waking up my tyan stiffens. Just confirm that the baby is growing in my stomach. He is no longer just blood but is slowly forming.
"Oh my God Kylie !Brandon told me last night that he heard Damon and Radleigh talking! Clinton looks like going there! "
I stared and sat up straight on my bed and leaned on the headboard.
"Yeah. We met yesterday."
"Seriously? Seriously huh? That fast huh ?You just left here for a week and he saw you right away. "
"No wonder Jenn. He won't be a Montemayor for nothing. He had some source."
"Anyway. Oh what did you do to him? You kicked? Or hardcore slap?"
Thanks to Jenn. I kind of lost my dizziness because of her call.
"Have no time to do that. He's here as Aunt Jenn's haciendero. Can you imagine that? All our haciendera fantasize about him! Ugh! It's getting into my nerves!"
"Ohhh!" she laughed.
"I can imagine him topless and sweat Kylie..gosh! You saw his pictures right? Semi bald but it . .just added his sex appeal and badboy aura! Maybe get bored with you there and chose to be with the haciendera there, say good bye Kylie. "
"No way! We're going to have children!" annoyed I answer immediately.
"Aren't you mad at him?"
"Y-Yeah! But..."
"But?" she said as I could not answer.
"I don't know. I have an urge to hug him and smell him for even a minute. I don't know because I feel like he's become even hotter."
"That's hormones Kylie. It’s only natural for pregnant women. It's better if you follow your hormones, because if you don't follow them, you will fall apart, like what I heard. "
"Really?"
"Yeah, that's what I heard. So if I were you, try to talk to him. You know? You'll enlighten up after it."
I fell into a trance after our conversation. I have something to push him away but I also have something to talk to him about.
I miss him when he spoiled me with things and food.If he doesn't love me we won't last. He will not give me anything expensive.
Okay, maybe when he saw the picture he got angry. He was hurt. So he kissed Shantal to hurt me too?
If I could only see that woman, I don't know. I will not hesitate to bury her face in the ground.
I took a shower and went down to have breakfast. I saw aunt who was in the kitchen and putting pancakes on the plate. With blended orange juice and sandwiches.
"Oh! You are awake."
I smiled at her. .
"Yeah," I sat down in the chair and he immediately landed the food in front of me.
"Ahm, aunt, it's about the new haciendero."
She looked at me and there was a grin on his lips that seemed teasing. "Ah! He’s from Manila? Why?"
I bit my lip and bowed. I don't want to say because I don't know what the result will be when they find out that the haciendero is the father of my son !
I laughed to cover up.
"Nothing. It looks like the women here have a crush on him. Does he also live there in the hacienderos' residence? "I asked.
There is someone else with aunt because she has been smiling. I don't want to assume that she knows anything because if there is a reason why she let a rich man work here.
If necessary he could afford to buy the whole hacienda but he chose to work here? Is he already begging? Impossible.
"Yes hija. The diligence of that young man is also strange. He is no rest all day.His diligence and posture are not his thing but he adapts ".
I was silenced by what my aunt said. Now I can't say yet. Maybe, I should talk to him.
After dinner I went back to the bedroom. I went to the big window of my room. I looked at the vast acres of mangroves where Clinton is now harvesting.
I saw a truck there. The sun was up and I saw the hacienderos working there with Clinton.
My heart hurt. I'm worried if he's eating? To a CEO like him back then he was being served and eating expensive food. The clothes are clean and very fragrant.
But now it's different. He was stained and turned a little brown because of the heat of the sun. But that only adds to his appeal. Why is there no way for him to be ugly? Everything suits him.
I sniffed because I couldn't bear to see him like that. My heart aches.
I went back to bed and just online. I didn't feel like going out because of the heat of the sun.
The first time I scrolled, the HMU files opened up for me.
My forehead furrowed as to why Clinton's name was there.
No picture. That's just a post by the admin of that page.
"Shantal Dimaano, new transferee of HMU got a slap in the face of our admired Clinton Montemayor! This is a big issue today at HMU. What could be Shantal's fault? And was physically hurt by our well -known snob and badboy Clinton?
-admin
-gay horse "
What ?!
I just read this post of HMU files. Why Clinton slapped her? My god! Clinton really did that? Looks like I really need to talk to him.
I slept in the room all day. The wind makes me feel drowsy.
In the afternoon I just washed up and left the house. I wore a brown floral dress just up to my knees. I curled my hair pretty blonde and put liptint. I realized that I was really making a bit of an effort to get out.
I have a plan to talk to him today.
Because maybe he hasn't had a snack yet, I brought a pineapple pie made by my aunt. She is not there now because she is at the market every day because she is involved in delivering fruits and flowers.
Carrying the basket, I went to where the Clinton was . And there was Clinton there, it was just a little barn and a barn in each. I wondered if he was comfortable in the barn? That he could afford to buy a hotel! Why does he suffer in the barn?
Five minutes walk I reached the mango tress. I turned the stall of the wintering hacienderos to a shade under the mango tree where there were wooden chairs and tables.
I was stunned to see Clinton handing over juice and bread from a haciendera. Clinton accepted that and the woman blushed. Not only that many of them fantasize away from Clinton.
Others pretend to pass. Others pretended to get something at the table where Clinton was snacking.
My head heated up and I approached him. I dropped the basket on the table and he looked at me. The hacienderas turned away as if they had seen a ghost in fear.
Did Clinton really look at me. But he took a deep breath and pulled me to a chair next to him. He glanced at the basket I was holding.
I don’t know what I can say. His face was red and accentuated his mixed complexion. His boots and pants are dirty. He was topless and the shirt was slung over his shoulder.
I looked at his red lips and realized that I saw the corner rise.
He smirked arrogantly.
Didn’t you feel sorry for yourself?
"Why are you here?" I said coldly and folded my arms.
"How are you feeling?" instead, he asked he didn't seem to hear me.
I close my eyes tightly because of irritation. I can still see a glimpse of us working on our side.
"As you can see I am fine. You, why are you here ?What do you want and come here huh? "my voice rose a little.
His mouth tightened. Suddenly he stood up and someone took a basket of ripe mangoes and some fruit from under the mango tree.
He handed it to me.
"I took this for you. It's healthy for our-"
He didn't finish what he was going to say when I suddenly threw the basket to the ground. He didn't seem to expect me to do that because it fell to the ground!
The women sighed and our haciendero shook his head at what I had done.
I blinked so hard because even I couldn’t believe I did that.
"Uhm I-" I stammered but finally looked up so that the tears wouldn't fall in my eyes.
His jaw clenched as he looked at me intently. My heart seemed to be pounding. In the extreme cold of his gaze I bowed down.
I bit my lip as he bent to the ground at my feet where the mangoes and roses had fallen. As I stood in front of him.
One by one he picked up the mangoes and returned them to the basket 'as well as the broken pieces of roses.
My heart ached as if it was being squeezed as I watched him pick it up one by one.
I never even imagined that a Clinton Montemayor wearing a complete suit and many body guards was now here on the ground picking up the mangoes I dropped.
Before he stood up my tears welled up.
Damn it!
He laid it down on that table and looked back at me.
"I took that for you. I'm here because I can't keep you away from me especially since you're pregnant. You don't have to ask why I'm here because that's what I want. Even if you don't pay attention to me as long as I can see you I am happy with it.. " he said seriously to me and his eyes were red.
I sobbed and was surprised when he wiped away my tears. It was so light that he didn't want me to be hurt.
"Give me a chance please." he whispered and stroked me on the cheek but I avoided that. I folded my arms and looked at him boldly.
"Chance? You want it?"
I ask.
"Yes." he replied hoarsely.
I turned over the mountain basket of mangoes that had not yet been loaded into the truck.
"See that?" I pointed the mangoes.
"It shouldn't be night before it's all in the truck. I don't want you to ask for a help. Do it yourself and it shouldn't be night before it will be delivered." I knew it was impossible.
He looked at me darkly.
"And if I can you will do what I want?" he determinedly told me .
It's impossible for him to finish this afternoon.
"W-What's that?" I stuttered the question.
"You will sleep with me tonight."
I bit my lip but knew it was impossible for him to finish.
"O-Okay d-deal."
He stepped closer to me. He leaned on me and reached my left ear.
"Did you know yesterday I was still holding back on your charm? You know me Nicole. I will do anything to get you and be ready. . . I will punish you too much. "he whispered in my ear and he kissed me there.
Because of his scent I was close to inhaling as he started to put a basket of mangoes in the truck.
I even stumbled because he had a brain. For each pledge, he lifted three baskets at the same time in just one pledge. One on his left arm, one on his right and one on his head.
It looks like it won’t make him overnight and deliver early to the market.
He even looked at me and bit his lip he looked at my thigh.
Damn. Pervert! I am dead tonight!