Chapter 5
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My drive halted outside a very prestigious art gallery. It baffled me when Jonas texted me this address, but when I probed more on the subject, he just told me to hurry.
Demanding and infuriating this man is.
When I stood out the door, the guard immediately informed that the gallery is closed today since the artist is inside making more art. I started to get puzzled. Is Jonas messing with me? Mapapatay ko na talaga siya kung ginagago lang niya ako.
"My friend told me to go here. Jonas Lei Angcaya?" I tried.
Mabilis naman nagbago ang itsura niya, "Ay, ikaw ba si Kaitie Carina Real?" Tumango ako. "Pasensiya na Ma'am. Sige, pasok ho kayo."
My heels make an unsually loud clicking sound when it connected with the tiled floor. Dozens of painting were scattered around the big hall. I wanted to take my time admiring them but I remembered why I am here.
Inilabas ko ang phone ko at muling nag-text.
'I'm here, where are you?'
The bubbles started dancing until a reply appeared.
Jonas Lei Angcaya: OMW
And just a few seconds, I heard steps echoing near me. At mukhang hindi lang iisang tao 'yon nanggagaling. The chatter soon solidified my assumptions until I saw Jonas pushing a cart with a huge frame in it, and he's joined by a woman.
I don't know why seeing him with someone make my blood boil for no reason.
I hate the feeling.
I cleared my throat so they would acknowledge my presence, which was successful because both of them looked at me in simultaneous movements.
"She's the friend you're talking about?" the woman said, her voice soft and obviously way too pitchy it irritates me.
Ugh. I don't know why I'm this bitchy. Maybe, because I've just gone over a breakup?
"We're not friends." I said contradicting my statement earlier. "I'm his bestfriend's wedding planner and I was tasked to bring him to Bora."
The girl beside him laughed and leaned onto Jonas's strong frame. "Hindi naman pala kayo magkaibigan. You lied to me." Then she pouted.
Fucking annoying. Ang arte arte.
Tutukan ko kaya ng baril, tignan natin kung makaarte pa siya.
Jonas chuckled before encircling his arms around the women's shoulder. "This is Maria Ysabelle Macalintal. If you like, you might've heard from her."
I'm not interested. Paki ko naman.
I shook my head. "No. I don't like art. And I'm not here to talk about art. I'm here to drag you to the airport."
A melting grin appeared on his face. My heart reacted and made it hard for me to breathe. What's with me? Is this about my dream? Sh!t.
"That's my cue." He said after, not breaking eye-contact with me. "Thanks for this anyway, Mia. Really apreciate it. Just wished you would agree to pay you."
Mia giggled making Jonas look at her. She ran her index finger on his chest before giving his lips a tap. "I don't accept money when it comes to you, Jonas. You know that. Isa lang ang mode of payment ko kapag ikaw."
I felt acid burning my stomach and threatening to spill out my mouth. What a fvcking man w***e.
Jonas let out a chuckle. "I'll try to remember that. But right now, we need to leave."
Madali niyang itinulak ang cart hanggang nasa tabi ko na siya. He look at me as if I didn't witness a very private conversation from him and this woman.
I curtly nodded my head and went on my way out of the gallery. It wasn't until I wafted the air outside that I realized I've been holding my breath for a while.
"You, okay?" I heard him from behind.
"Yeah." I clipped before I headed towards my car. "Let's go."
He asked the guard's help to secure the big painting on the backseat of my car. We didn't bring his own car was a question I wasn't able to ask since he took the liberty to settle himself on my passenger's seat.
I forced myself on focus on the road when he said that he needed to get his things from his unit and have me drive him because it might cause some more trouble, to Kiara and Jazz, and most especially to me.
Sa bagay, ito naman talaga ang kailangan kong gawin. Make sure that he leaves for the wedding.
"Sino 'yong kasama mo kagabi?" he asked, breaking the silence.
"My private life is none of your goddamn business."
"Paano kapag sinabi kong oo?"
"You don't make sense." I wished that made him shut up. But this Jonas Lei Angcaya, though I've only known him for a very short period, I'm positive he's never gonna stop.
"When it comes to you, yes, I don't make sense. Even to myself."
I stool a glance from him, showing him how adled I am with his answer. I was expecting to see his signature, deadly grin but instead, I saw him scowling at my windshield.
"Sino 'yong kasama mo kagabi?" he again tried.
"Why?"
"I just need to know." he gritted.
I rolled my eyes at the road and chose not to answer. He crossed his arms, clearly not happy with my answer. But what the hell. He can throw a fit of he wants but I'm never gonna let him pry over my private life.
I slowed my driving when we approached his building. I parked my car outside before I unhooked my seatbelt to face him.
"Kunin mo na ang gamit mo. I'll wait here. Ihahatid kita sa airport para sure na aalis ka na."
"Sino 'yong kasama mo kagabi?" he repeated. He wasn't looking at me. He's still frowning at the space in front of us.
I huffed in frustration. "Bakit ba?"
"I just need to know, goddamn it."
I didn't expect him to raise his voice. But of he's going to be difficult and won't let the subject go, I just have to make it harder to him.
"My life, my rules. Wala kang karapatang malaman kung hindi ko gustong malaman mo."
Natahimik siya. He unhooked his seatbelt and I felt myself relax knowing that he's already dropped the subject. But all of what was brief.
Everything happened so fast. I don't know how but he had me pinned against the door with his face a few inches from mine. I also don't know how his big frame is positioned so he can press this close to me.
My chest started to rise and fall rapidly while I stare at his gorgeous face. I want to push him away, but my arms seemed to forget their functions.
Jesus Christ! Why does he have to be so damn handsome?
"J-Jonas. . ." I managed to let out.
He moved closer and closer until our mouth were barely touching. I can feel and smell his minty breath fanning my face. My mind is on a race with my heart and I don't know what to do, I'm afraid to move. Hindi ko alam na ganito pala ang epekto niya sa'kin. Hindi ko rin alam kung paano umabot sa ganito.
Alam kong naiinis ako sa kanya, but somehow the more I spend time in his presence the more that annoyance transforms into a dangerous feeling.
"Who's the guy from last night?" he whispered. His different from the usual goofy Jonas. He's serious and nothing but scary.
"Ini. . ."
"You what?" he demmanded.
"Ini. . . go. ." I murmured.
"Ini Go?" he echoed.
I nodded my head and close my eyes. The sight of him in this proximity is becoming unbearable. "Inigo, my boyfriend."
I felt him drawning an inward breath, "Boyfriend?" he gritted.
Well, ex-boyfriend. I think?
Saka ko naramdaman ang pagbitaw niya sa mga kamay ko, nasundan nang paglayo ng presensya niya. Hindi ko pa tuluyang nabubuksan ang mga mata ko pero narinig ko na ang pagbukas at pagsara ng pinto niya.
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