My Phony Ladylove

LOUD VOICES WERE HEARD outside Yvo's room, stirring him from his sleep. Groaning out loud, feeling like a huge hammer was pounded in his head, he tried to ignore it. Unfortunately for him, the noises just kept getting louder. "For the love of God, let a man sleep!" he complained before hearing his bedroom door being banged. Pissed, he sat up from his bed when dizziness suddenly overcame him. A hangover is a b***h indeed. "Just how much did I drink last night?" he asked himself. He was trying to remember everything that had transpired the previous night when he noticed another person beside him, someone with long, black hair to be exact. "Who in the world is this? Why is there a woman in my room?" he asked himself in distress. "Please let me sleep," the woman suddenly spoke. She tugged the blanket towards herself pulling Yvo along with it. "Are you kidding me right now? Wake up and get out of my bed, woman!" he said while forcibly kicking her out of his bed. A loud thud was then heard. "What in the world?" the woman angrily stood up. She was thinking of inflicting bodily harm to whoever disturbed her sleep but she instead screamed her lungs out upon seeing a half-naked man in the same bed that she just laid on earlier. "Who are you? What did you do to me?" freaking out and observing her surroundings, she's not in her room and doesn't have an idea where she was. Yvo and her were staring at each other's horrified faces when the door of his room suddenly opened. "YVO DIMITRI!" Yvo's dad angrily called him as he barged inside the room with his mom and cousin in tow. The appalled look on their faces made him realize how the situation he is in right now is so bizarre. Well, there is an unknown woman in his bed. Although the woman is properly dressed, he is not. Actually, except for his boxers, he isn't dressed at all. He looked at both of his parents and disappointment was seen on their faces. He knew that no matter what he says, his dad wouldn’t give him the time of the day. Nothing will ever justify the recklessness of his actions. He just braced himself for he knows any minute now his dad will tell him off and he was right. "How could you disrespect us like this? How dare you? You are still living in my house, young man! How could you bring a random woman inside my house like this? Do you think I'm a joke? Do you think your mom is? What do you take us for? "I asked you nicely to meet Mr. Hashting's daughter last night. Why in the world did I receive a call this morning that they're backing out of the merger? "How much more trouble are you going to bring in this family? Why is it that I can't even rely on you? You're such a disappointment! You've gone too far this time, young man! And I swear, you're going to get just what you deserve!" his dad said at the top of his voice before leaving his room with his mom and slamming the door shut. When was he not a disappointment in their eyes? Yvo thought to himself, sighing? "What did you do this time?" Yvo's cousin, Liam asked him. "Please spare me the nagging. I've had enough," he replied, slumping himself in his bed. "Fine but who, may I ask, is this lady?" "I should be asking that too," he said as he glared at the unknown woman, who looked overwhelmed. "Who are you and why the heck are you here?" he rudely asked. "First of all, I'm not obligated to answer your questions. You don't need to know me and I don't need to know you. Secondly, I have no freaking idea why I ended up here in this room with you. Don't you remember anything at all?" the woman replied. "Do you think that I will still ask you if I remembered?" he retorted. "Not only did you forget what happened but you also forgot your freaking manners," she muttered. "The hell I care!" he replied. "Can both of you stop arguing already?" Liam interrupted. "Why don't we first address the elephant in the room? You both should try to remember. Anything that comes to your mind could be helpful." The woman replied, "The last thing I remember was seeing that jerk drowning himself in alcohol in the same bar me and my friend were in. He approached me and I guess, we talked. Everything's a blur after that." "Can I assume that you both didn't..." Liam carefully looked at the two. "We didn't!" both of them replied in unison before glaring at each other. "As you can see, she's fully clothed like an old maiden that she is and besides that, even though I'm hella drunk, I still have my standards," he said, looking at the woman in disgust. "Oh wow. I definitely should thank you then for sticking to your standards and I should thank the heavens above for not belonging to the bimbo populace." "At least, from your statement, you had a thing right. You don't belong to the attractive populace. I don't even understand why I approached you last night. Nothing's worth approaching," he said as he looked at her from head to toe. "I don't even remember a thing at all. I would think it would be the other way around." "Oh, aren't you just the humblest thing," the woman said sarcastically as she faked a laugh. "Even if you were the last man on earth, I wouldn't even look at you," she continued, her face livid with anger. He just smirked before replying, "You just don't know how many girls would kill just to spend their precious time with me." Liam then interrupted before they break each other's faces, "You two, just stop it. Why don't you both be decent human beings and try to calmly talk this out? "Yvo, you heard your dad. They already misunderstood the situation. Seeing a grown man and woman in bed together, their thoughts could have gone wild. Why don't both of you try to spend your energy thinking of something to rectify the situation instead of quarreling like cats and dogs?" "What more can I do? As if they would listen to me," Yvo replied. "We both know that nothing happened between the both of us. Despite the unpleasant situation, it's one thing I'm so relieved about. Let's just forget this ever happened and get a move on. Having said that, I'm going home. As much as I want to say, "It was nice meeting you", it wasn't so, was it? I hope to never see you again," the woman said to him, grabbing her purse before going towards the door. "Psh. What a drama queen! I hope to never see you again as well! I've had enough of you tormenting me with your mere presence," he shouted, totally ignored by the woman who was leaving his room. "Does she even know where she's going?" Yvo muttered to himself. "Why don't you see her out?" Liam teased. "And why should I?" "Because you guys shared the same bed last night?" "Oh, please!" "You're still lucky though. She seems to be decent. I just couldn't imagine what could've happened if it was someone else." "Who says she is? You don't even know her." "You shouldn't be worrying about that right now. Be worried about what your dad might do to you. I wonder if he will feed you to the sharks for real this time?" "Haha! Very funny," Yvo sarcastically replied. "Anyway, what hilarious thing did you do last night?" "I thought I told you I can't remember a thing at all." "I'm not talking about your wild night. I'm talking about your date, the one your dad mentioned. Isn't she like your third already this month?" "The fourth, man, the fourth." "Your parents are darn persistent." "It's not like women are on shortage these days." "You know why they're doing this." Liam suddenly sounded serious. "Do you think I don't know that? Why can't they just let me be?" Yvo asked, pissed? "Let's not get angry, okay? Now tell me the fun part already. Which prank did you pull yesterday with your date?" Liam excitedly asked. He saw a flicker of emotion run through Yvo's eyes but it was gone in a second. "Now, we're talking. You should've seen her face! It was priceless!" Yvo replied as he recalled what had happened 13 hours ago. ┅ YVO read his date's profile before her arrival, "Sophia Hastings, 30 years old, Executive Vice President of YG Airlines... 30 years old? They paired me up with an old woman?" He can't believe his parents. He tried to read further when his date finally arrived. 30 minutes later, he and his date were already enjoying their meal together. He kept on stealing glances at her, purposely making himself obvious. The lady, on the other hand, was flustered upon seeing that she got his full attention. She didn't even have the time to hide her blush as his glances turned into stares. "Is there... Is there something on my face?" she shyly asked. "Huh? No. It's just... uh... You... you look young," he said as he pretended to be shy. "Really? Thank you," she shyly replied. "You look young too." "I know. I hear that a lot. People even tell me that I look like a teenager." "I kind of agree with that. You look like a student if not for the suit." "Hmm... Sometimes I feel so sorry for the people I often go out with, especially now. People might think that you're a cougar." "Pardon?" she abruptly asked, mildly choking on her food. "Just kidding. Anyway, people often mistake me for a celebrity, model, or actor. I can't blame them though. I look better than most of those people," he confidently said. The lady just nodded at him, already feeling uncomfortable, hearing what he's blabbering about. "You're already 35 years old, right?" he boldly asked. "What?" she asked, bewildered. "You look young though. You look 34 years and 364 days old," he bluntly said while sounding so serious. "I'm just 30." She tried her best to keep her cool. "Oh really? I'm sorry. Mom's been giving me random profiles of women these days. I must've mistaken you for someone. But 30? Really?" he said as he eyed the lady carefully as if not believing what she's saying. "Do I have to get my birth certificate for you to confirm it?" she asked, trying to lengthen her patience. "Nah. It'll just lengthen the amount of time I'm currently wasting," he said nonchalantly. The lady's face just tells it all. She's hella pissed. "So you're telling me you're 30. Women in this age group and who are still single are most likely to be independent and oozing with confidence. It's something I like," he said as he winked flirtatiously at her. "But they are also in a desperate search for young, hot bachelors to tie down. After several years, their eggs will severely decrease in quantity. Their eggs are as good as withered leaves that fell from tree branches—old and rusty. It's good to know that you're in a huge company. For sure, you're earning a lot. I can see where they were all spent," he said as he eyes her face eagerly as if calculating how much she spent on cosmetic surgeries. "Not bad. I just suggest you get your teeth laminated too. I know a good surgeon. I can recommend him to you. I can assure you, in no time, you'll probably be able to marry at least a decent guy. And—" He wasn't able to finish what he was about to say because the lady splashed her drink towards his face. "You're an asshole! I didn't live my life just to be insulted by you! You are nothing but an airhead, you, jerk face! You are nothing without your parents! You're just like a living parasite, which lives to leech of the richness of your parents! I may be old and fake in your eyes but at least, I'm not a murderer. I didn't kill my sister!" she lividly retorted. She then walked out of his sight. And just like a broken record, what the lady last said kept replaying and replaying in his head. A murderer... a killer of my sister... Of all the things the lady could say and do to insult him, he didn't expect her to spout his demons to his face. He immediately left the fancy restaurant, feeling suffocated. With a blank look on his face, he started walking aimlessly. He didn't care where his feet would take him. He just needed to walk and walk, probably tire himself out until he can't feel anything. He saw a local bar. Thinking that the walking didn't make him feel numb at all, he decided to go inside and let several bottles of alcohol do the job for him. He then drowned himself with it and what happened after was a blur.