So This is Love [On-going]

Chapter 4: Aftermath

Molen couldn't believe that she surrendered herself to Flynn. Until now, she's thinking about it. Molen went out of Flynn's residence without leaving any note. Her innocence got corrupted by someone whom she hates the most. That fact frustrates her, and couldn't think straight. What if she gets pregnant? Will Flynn take the responsibility? Of course, he won't get because to him; it was just an accident.

Ugh! Why do I have to lose myself last night?

She put her hands on to her forehead then think again.

He wouldn't chase me because, in the first place, it's my innocence that got corrupted, not his. I know men like Flynn Bryant Sandoval. They hooked up then tossed the woman away from them the next morning.

"Are you okay, Mol? Is your head still aching?" Abbey asked as she served a hot cup of chamomile tea. "Where did you go last night? Nana Rosa said you didn't go home,"

Uh-oh! What shall I answer? I can't say that I got drunk and hooked up with Flynn!

"I hang out with my friends,"

"You think I'll buy that?" Abbey stood up and reached the medicine box they stored at the cupboard. "You don't like hanging out, and you don't have friends, Molen. You only have Nana Rosa and us, remember?"

I'm doomed. What to make an alibi?

Molen didn't make friends during her years of studying in a different school she attended. A nobody, that's her, and no one ever noticed Monica Leanne Nina Tejada until got involved with the most arrogant guy in the world.

"Molen, there's an unexpected guest outside, and his looking for you," Vina said to Molen.

Molen stands up and walks towards the door. She didn't expect Flynn to be there. Not after what happened last night.

"Oh my God, what are you doing here?" Molen exclaimed, then walked outside to talk to Flynn. He shouldn't be here. "What do you want now?"

"Molen, why is that guy here?" Abbey questioned her. Her cousin crossed arms above the chest and shot brow up to her. Abbey hates Flynn more than she hates him. Her cousin was also devastated when their business doomed. But they didn't blame her whimsicality. No one blames her in that house.

"H-he's apologizing for what happened to us and our business,"

"What? No, I'm not. I'm here to --" She didn't let him finish. Molen secretly pinched Flynn's arms.

"I forgive you, now can we talk there?" Molen pointed out the open space beside their flat.

"You forgave him? That's insane, Molen. Are you out of your mind?"

Maybe I am, Abbey, but I can't tell you what happened between us. Ugh! I wouldn't say I like this kind of situation!

Molen drags Flynn towards the open space to privately talk to him.

"What was that? You forgave me for what? Are you crazy?"

"Crazy? Really? After you corrupted my innocence, you're calling me crazy?"

"W-wait? What did I corrupt?"

Molen pursed her lips. Does he already forget what happened? To them? or perhaps nothing happens between them. She shot her eyes close for a minute.

"Okay, I know now where this corruption is coming. You'd think that something happened to us last night when the actual scene was you throw up on me after swearing and telling how arrogant I was in front of the people."

Molen's eyes widened. "I did that?"

"Yes, my lady."

"Then, why are we both naked?"

Flynn let out a heavy sigh. He scratched his eyebrow and looked at her in disbelief. "Of course, I have to remove your clothes before letting you sleep in my bed." She hugged herself. Flynn removed her clothes, meaning he saw everything already. "It wasn't intentional. I don't want my bed to get dirty,"

Molen rolled her eyes. Flynn is such a vain guy.

"Why are you naked?"

"I sleep like that: my room, my rules." Molen wants to punch him on the face. He's rude, and she can't take it anymore. It's such a shame that she thought that something happened between them. Why did her mind go overboard? "Please, do not drink without a companion next time. Men will take advantage of you."

Flynn handed her a paper bag. She takes a peek, and her clothes were there. Molen went out of his residence wearing a dress shirt then rode a taxi to home. Nana Rosa hand washed that a while ago, and since they have a clothes dryer, she can return to him already.

"Wait for me here. I'll be back," Molen said.

"She's impossible and naive," the man shook his head then stared at Molen, who's running back to her apartment.

Flynn goes back home after returning Molen's clothes, which he dried clean first. He couldn't forget how drunk the woman was last night. The fact that Flynn let her sleep in his bed dirty was weird. He knew her address but had no energy to drive the woman home, and she throws up in his clothes and car. Now, Flynn has brought his baby to a car washing shop to get it clean.

"I heard you asked Fred to clean your car," Josh said to him.

"Yeah, it stinks because of that woman." Josh laughs at him. Flynn was with Josh last night, and they're celebrating when he accidentally bumped into Molen. They both leave the bar without bidding goodbyes to his friends.

"I thought you had a wild night. Rainier saw with a girl walking outside the bar,"

"It was a crazy night, Josh. That woman throws up, shamed me, and throws up again inside my car." Flynn couldn't believe what just happened. He thought it'd be a good night, but it didn't go the way they plan. He took out his dress shirt inside the paper bag and smelled it.

At least she washed it.

"Here comes another trouble, my man." Flynn looked at his house's main entrance, where a sophisticated woman in late fifty's standing. Josh is right; here comes another trouble. His friend gently tapped his shoulder and left him alone with the old lady.

"What's new to you aside from scandal and attitude problems, Flynn Bryant?" The old lady asked him.

"Nothing's new. I guess you already know that, mom." Flynn can't correctly say the word, mom, since she hadn't become one since birth. He grew up alone, finding his place in this cruel world and looking for validation through material things. "Why are you here... mom?"

"Well, you're grandfather doesn't like the recent scandal that almost tainted our family's name. The solution that we're thinking is to set you out on a real date,"

"That's crazy, and I disagree with that. Since I left home, if that's what you called that place, it's clear that I take charge of my life."

"But that's not what I see. You're still reckless, Flynn."

To Flynn's family, he was reckless. No matter how high he achieved in life, to them, it wasn't enough. He can be more and can do better without doing what makes him happy and contented in life. That's him, Flynn Bryant Sandoval, a disappointment to their family.

"I won't apologize for being me all the time. It's not my problem if you don't understand what I'm doing in my life." Flynn stood up and pointed out the door. "The door is open, and if you don't have anything to say to me, kindly leave now." That's how they threw Flynn out of their family after inflicting problems after problems.

Set me out of date, then after that, what will they do to me? Command me to managed their damn oil business.

Flynn left home after taking his master's in the University of California. They ultimately wanted to control and locked him in their company. Marry him off to the wealthiest family that can expand their business worldwide. Flynn heaved a deep sigh then flop himself on the bed. He eyed the side where Molen slept last night.

You're ridiculous, Flynn. Now you're thinking of that woman who gave you a crazy night.

Flynn gets his phone out of the pocket and checks if there's text messages or email received. He posted online that his production needs a competent researcher for upcoming blogs. Applicants must be willing to work under pressure and minimal supervision because he is a short-tempered kind of boss. Many young professionals sent their curriculum vitae to his email and can't choose. He wanted to interview them personally to know who got the guts like him.

"That's crazy, Flynn. After all, they still want to control you and do things that will delight them." Flynn grabs the bottle of beer in front of him and drinks from it. Josh invited him to go out for a drink. He accepted his friend's offer immediately because that can calm him. After the conversation with his, he tried to sleep to forget that, but it didn't succeed. "Have you find a researcher now?"

"Not yet. No one meets my high standards yet,"

"Try to tone down that standard of yours. Maybe you'll find a good researcher and a girlfriend."

"Is being single for a long time an issue now?"

"Yes, especially when the man is as savage and vain like you. They think you're a gay, Flynn."

Me? A gay? No way! I had uploaded a photo of Molen and me kissing, and it gained a lot of attention. Do I have to kiss randomly to prove I'm not gay?

Flynn shakes his head and drinks from a bottle he holds. Even that photo has a unique space in his mind. What is that mean?