Chapter 5
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Evan and I never fought again. He was very sweet and thoughtful that he cancels his schedule just to watch me dance in the musical.
I have never been so happy and contented in my life. My two years with Evan have been the best years of my life because I didn’t only have him—I also got a job that pays well and that I love doing.
I have always heard from others that job and passion can’t be yours all the time so I am happy that my job is my passion. I love being a ballerina and I love performing in front of a lot of people.
“You have a rehearsal this afternoon,” Marie reminded me.
I nodded as I was busy teaching little kids the basics of ballet. This is what I always do during the summer. I teach kids and try to inspire them to be ballerinas. I have never been to ballet schools before and I don’t want other kids to feel that way.
“That’s good, Jane!” I beamed as I smiled at the girl who was struggling on her tiptoe. “Hold on the bar so you won’t fall…” I told her kindly and she beamed at me.
I smiled widely, happy that she’s doing her best even when she’s struggling.
“Are you listening?” Marie asked me.
I nodded. “Yes,” I replied without taking my eyes off the kids.
I heard Marie sigh. “Where is Harriet anyway? She’s in-charge of your schedules!” She’s already sounding frustrated because my manager is out.
“She had to go to the hospital to check on her daughter,” I replied.
Marie sighed once more. “I hope everything is well with her daughter because you’re going to need her in the next weeks. You’re going on an American tour.”
I smiled and shrugged. I am not yet thinking about that. It’s still in the coming weeks and I haven’t had the final line up of the places I would talk and visit.
But this is my first tour so I am excited. I am excited to meet more people who are very interested in ballet. I am excited to talk about the thing that I love.
“Is Evan coming by the way?” Marie asked.
I nodded. “I already told him and he said he’ll come,” I replied.
Evan was even more excited than me. He’s been very supportive of what I do and I love it. Even if we’re still a secret—he always says we’re just friends, he explained it all to me and I totally understand his job—I love that he’s always cheering for me.
“That’s good,” Marie said before watching some videos on her phone again.
I shrugged it off and just focused on teaching the adorable kids.
I looked at the clock and I still have fifteen minutes with them before their parents come and get them. I want to maximize the time so I taught them another skill. They were very happy to have moved on from their balancing lessons.
Well, the first steps are always boring because they are all basics.
The kids were happy to go home after class. We’ll meet again tomorrow to continue what we started.
I waved at all of them as their parents thanked me for a successful ballet class. I watched them leave before walking to Marie who’s plopped on the floor, watching something on her phone wit serious eyes.
I leaned closer to see what’s on her screen. “What’s that?” I asked and my eyes narrowed when I saw a familiar man on the video with a woman.
“Miller Damien Compton, the heir of the Compton Banks, is finally out of the market!” the reporter said happily.
I heard Marie’s harsh sigh, like she’s disappointed or something.
I focused on the screen and listened to the whole report. “He’s been seen with a Latina model Gretchen Mariano.” Pictures of the two eating in a restaurant and partying in a bar were shown on the video. “Netizens have also posted photos of them cuddling up in what seemingly is a vacation in the Caribbean.” Another photo of them cuddling in a sun lounger was shown. Miller’s arms are all over the girl’s body while they shared a deep kiss.
I frowned at the photo in disgust.
“How good must it be to be kissed by the Miller Compton?” Marie sighed dreamily. “This b***h is definitely one of the luckiest bitches in the world!”
I looked at Marie and saw her staring at the screen. I sighed and she threw me a glance. “What? Isn’t that the man who dumped Chesca?” I asked, trying to sound innocent.
Marie nodded. “But Chesca already has moved on. She already has a boyfriend who’s also hot, so I think she’s finally moved on,” she said. “And besides, it’s already been more than two years, Ques. Everyone has moved on.”
I was slightly taken aback by her words. Everyone has moved on. She’s right. Everybody has moved on so why am I feeling like I haven’t?
“Everyone has been waiting for this to happen because we all know how hot this bachelor is!” the reporter giggled. “Hit like if you think this is a good match, and if you don’t think so, still hit the like button. And don’t forget to subscribe to our channel for more updates with this royal relationship!”
Royal relationship? What is he? A prince?
This reporter is pushing it and she’s worshipping him like he’s some god or a descendant of the king. Tss.
Marie exited the program and sighed. “I need to drink tonight. Wanna come?” she asked. “I need to party and look for a man so I can be happy, too.”
I narrowed my eyes at her. “Don’t you have Chase?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “Please. Chase is so last month and I already heard he’s dating a girl named Yenala. So, we’re good. It’s all fun and s*x but now we’re done.”
I swallowed hard at her words. She says s*x like it’s the most normal thing in the world—well, not like it’s abnormal. It’s absolutely normal. I’m just not used to listening it that casually.
Marie raised her brow. “What? Don’t tell me Evan hasn’t—”
My eyes widened and she looked at me in horror almost automatically.
“Are you serious?!” she asked me in disbelief.
I looked down and pouted. “We’re not like that!” I told her.
She scoffed. “So, you’re still a virgin?” she asked in a whisper.
I lifted my head and looked at her. “I am!”
Shock was seen in her face when she heard of my revelation. It was as if it was a sin for me to still be a virgin even though I have had a boyfriend for more than two years now.
“Oh. My. Gosh.” She’s very dramatic. “For real? Evan hasn’t…done anything?”
I frowned at her. “He’s not like that!”
“But he’s a man and men have needs, Quessandra! Don’t tell me he was in drought for two years?! I don’t think a man would last that long!”
I looked at her curiously. There’s something in her words that made me think. Men have needs? And women should give it to them? Is that it?
Evan and I never got farther than a hot make out session inside his car. He only got to my neck and then we’d stop. He’d stop and apologize right after. Is that wrong of him to do?
Marie shook her head and patted my shoulder. “Sister, you need to work on your charisma. The last time a man I dated didn’t have s*x with me for days, I caught him screwing someone else behind my back.” She raised her brow. “Evan is all good but he’s a man, Ques.”
***
Marie’s words lingered in my head.
He’s a man and men have needs.
Evan is all good but he’s a man, Ques.
I cursed mentally as I got into my car. I drove home while calling Evan through the Bluetooth system. He answered after two rings.
“Hey, babe…” he said in a husky voice.
I frowned and took a deep breath. “I wanna have sex.”
I heard him cough on the other line. “What?!” he asked still sounding so shocked. “Quessandra, is that you?”
I rolled my eyes and tried my hardest to drive properly. “How come we never had s*x?” I asked him again.
Evan was silent from the other line for a few moments. “Babe, what are you talking about?” he asked in a calm voice.
“Couples have s*x. Even people who are not yet official have s*x,” I started. “But why do we not have s*x? We’re together for more than two years now.”
Damn. I didn’t care how I sounded. I just wanted to know why he’s not touched me yet until now. Marie’s face when she knew I was still a virgin was haunting me. Now I feel like it is a grave sin to be a virgin. Damn it!
“Babe, I don’t want you to feel like it’s all I want from you,” he said. “And besides, I want our first night to be on our wedding night.”
I pouted and stopped when I saw the stop light lit up. “Do we have to wait until our wedding day?” I asked in a small voice.
Evan chuckled lowly from the other line. “Why are you asking me this anyway? I’m in Florida, babe. You can’t call me asking for sex.”
I sighed and tried to just shake it off. “It was just a random thought,” I told him. “When are you coming back? I miss you…” I said sweetly.
He sighed heavily. “I miss you, too, babe…” I can hear longing from his voice. “I’ll be back by Sunday. Are you okay?” he asked, sounding so worried.
I nodded even though he couldn’t see. “Marie asked me if I could go on a night out with her tonight. Can I go?”
Evan chuckled. “Yes, you can. Just don’t drink and drive, okay?” he reminded.
I smiled and nodded. “Okay,” replied. “Thank you.”
“Take care, okay? No boys,” he warned.
I chuckled and shook my head. “Of course!” I beamed before telling him that I’ll be hanging up. I’m already on the entrance of my condo unit.
I parked my car and walked inside while texting Marie that I will join her in her night out later. She replied a lady happily dancing as a gif and I just shook my head.
It was only four in the afternoon so I had time to rest. I changed into comfortable clothes and plopped myself on the couch as I turned the television on.
I was busy flipping through the channels when I accidentally saw Miller on the screen. He’s talking on the podium in what seemingly is a conference. I checked the channel and it was all about business.
Miller is wearing a gray tuxedo with a white inner shirt and a checkered blue tie. His brows are furrowed as he was explaining something. With every movement of his lips, his jaw sharpens even more.
I swallowed. He’s gotten even more handsome! Damn it!
And then I remembered that he’s already in a relationship with a model. Something in me knotted and I got so frustrated at myself.
I changed the channel quickly and calmed myself.
He hasn’t contacted me since the day we met in Canada. I haven’t even seen him. Well, it was nice not to have him lurking around me especially since Evan and I got even more serious with our relationship.
I didn’t need a Miller Compton who only wants to destroy my relationship with Evan.
And now he’s already in a relationship. Good for him.
“I’m not wasting my time on you. I wouldn’t come to another country just to watch you perform if I think you’re a waste of time.”
“I don’t have someone else to marry. I won’t let someone else—not even my parents—decide that for me.”
“You don’t deserve being neglected for anything, Quessandra. You deserve the whole world and I’m willing to give you everything if only you would choose me.”
“I am serious. Leave him. Be with me and I’ll give you everything he couldn’t give you.”
“What do you need? Time? I’ll cancel all my meetings just to watch your shows. Commitment? I’ll turn down every model just to make you mine.”
My throat went dry as I recalled his words before he turned and left.
“Can I kiss you?”
I shut my eyes and willed myself to eradicate all my thoughts of him. I shouldn’t be thinking about him! Damn it!
He’s already happy in a relationship. And I am happy, too! Evan is the best man I could ever pray for so I have nothing to be sulking for.
Miller Compton is a man who is very aggressive. And he’s one of the most sought after bachelors. So that means, he can get any woman he wants. He’s very determined and very authoritative.
So why am I even shocked to see him in a relationship? He can get girls without even saying a word. Marie is also salivating for him.
Fine. He’s hot. Damn. I’m being stupid again.
But Miller is in a relationship and it’s good for him. he deserves to be happy, too, I guess?
I swallowed hard and grabbed my phone. I started looking for the last message he sent me. It was when he congratulated me when I won in Toronto.
I bit my lip and stared at his number before saving it to my phone.
Miller Compton. There, I have his number saved. There’s nothing to be bitter about.
I was pushing him away. And he did go away. I am happy that he did.
I am happy.
But why do I sound like I am convincing myself that I am happy?
I sighed and started typing a message for him.
Me:
Congratulations on your relationship!
I stared at the message I just typed and deleted it before I sent it.
Me:
Congrats! She’s pretty!
I sighed before pursing my lips. I deleted the message because I feel like he would I am stalking him.
Me:
Congrats! My friend says you’re in a relationship!
“There. That wouldn’t sound stalkerish, right?” I talked to myself before hitting send.
Sighing after the message is sent, I got up and prepared for the night out with Marie. I think I need a drink tonight.
- Writer
