Indebted: A Debt-p*****t Romance (English Version)

Chapter 9: Sleep

I felt exhausted after losing my strength but I’m still able to push the Señorito. I narrowed my eyes into a slit in anger about what he did. And to think he knows we are not alone here. His son is inside the comfort room of this room. His father and wife are downstairs! I think the problem in his brain is worse than his father’s.

"What are you doing?" I snapped at him and pushed his chest hard. He took a step back and distanced himself from me. 

"What? Afraid that I might remove his precious kiss from your lips?" he asked mockingly and he looked down at me wickedly. I was dumbfounded. My brows slightly furrowed. I shook my head to myself and harshly wiped my lips with the back of my hand. "Right, you both enjoyed your day," he muttered to himself.

He stared at him in disbelief. The saying ‘like father, like son’ is always applicable and appropriate for everyone. There is always an exception. But I think this guy has faith in that saying that much he had thought his father was doing the same thing he's doing to me. Or something close to that. But if I were to share my opinion, I think he has a worse mindset than his father.

I took a brave step towards him in an attempt to speak to him. But the door to the comfort room opened. The face of the child that has a similar face with his father emerged.  I wished this kid wouldn't grow up imitating the insanity of his father and grandfather. 

His lips parted to say something to me. His brows knitted. He wasn't able to utter any words after seeing his father who is glaring at me like he’s ready to pounce on me. I looked away and turned to the kid who’s eyes darted from me to his father and back at me.

"Dada, what's wrong?"

That’s when Señorito broke his eyes off me.  He shook his head to his child and smiled. The smile was not for me but it had an odd effect on me. A loud gasp escaped my lips because of amazement. It only appeared for a second but it lasted in my mind until I became familiar with it.

"You're taking so long." He nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders. He took a hold of the hand of his child and together, they left the room. I was left dumbfounded. His odd smile seems to be engraved to me. It's so genuine and almost heart-melting. Almost because it feels real. I don’t understand why I have doubted it being real. It could be real because it's for his child anyway. Or he's just faking it. 

Why would he even try to fake his smile, Tara?

I shook my head to myself and decided to go downstairs. I don’t know. Maybe because I still can’t believe someone like him has that kind of smile for someone precious to them. Like Yves to his child. He's often serious and he's never smiled. Smirking, yes. And most of the time, it’s his insulting smiles. Thinking about it, maybe he’s not as bad as I’m thinking. 

But he's a psycho, Tara!

Oh, right! A smile can’t make a person less bad. Everyone can fake it anyway. 

"Are you serious, son?" Mr. Montevalles’s disbelievingly asked his son. His eyes sparkled as a reflection of happiness as his smile grew big. 

I turned to the Señorito, who nodded to give a single nod, but his eyes remained at the food on the table.

Everyone decided to head to their own rooms after their conversation from the living room. I also stayed in my room. I don’t really want to leave the room but Ate Imelda called everyone out for dinner. And I have no choice but to go down. I’m not in my own house to do my thing as I please.

Besides, I don’t want Mr. Montevalles to notice my avoidance of his son.  In fact, I would choose to be with that old man for the whole day, watching movies, rather than staying with his insane son. As long as his mind won’t suddenly go crazy and hurt me.

"Yes, dad," Cyril answered  Mr. Montevalles with a smile. "I need to go to Paris with my aunt for the opening of the new branch of her business there. Yohan will have to stay here while I’m outside the country.  I hope that’s fine with you, Dad?"

"Of course! Of course!" Mr. Montevalles’s smile grew even wider as if it could really grow a little. But he was ecstatic to hear that confirmation from Cyril. "It's just surprising and unbelievable! I’ve been telling Yves to let Yohan live here with us.” 

"Well, that's really good. It’s just for weeks anyway.”

I noticed how the old man’s smile deflated a little, but he made a great job to hide it to them. A small smile was left on his lips. "It's fine. Take your time. Ate Ime will take care of him while Yves and I are at work. His mama is also here to take care of him. Right, honey?"

Honey

I jumped on my seat with the sudden endearment. My eyes landed on his hand above mine. I accepted it and gave him a smile as well to hide the anxiety rising inside me. "O-Of course. I’m fine with it. I also want someone to be with me here.” I smiled at the child who had his brows knitted and his lips pouted to the food. He is silent but I can tell how he doesn’t approve of the conversation. But he can say anything to share his thoughts out loud. 

Cyril smiled at me. I turned to the Señorito. Our eyes met at that exact moment. His eyes traveled down to my hand on his father’s hand before he blatantly rolled his eyes. Surprised by his reaction, I gasped and pulled my hand back. What I did immediately registered on me so I pretended to reach for the glass of water instead. 

After dinner, their family rested in the living room and watched the television together. Mr. Montevalles has to go to his office because he has some work to do. While I insisted on At Imelda to let me help with their work in the kitchen. 

"My goodness, you young lady! I told you we can do this. It’s our job,” she said, shaking her head as I arranged the plates on the racks. 

"I’m fine, Ate Ime. I don’t think I can sleep early tonight anyway. “ I smiled at them. Suzeth, who was washing the dishes, smiled at me, too. 

Ate Imelda watched me with a serious expression. She put her hand on my shoulder.  "I'm glad you’re getting used here. Barron calls me Ate Ime. His deceased wife is my first cousin.” 

I blinked, surprised with the revelation. "His wife is d-dead? The mother of the Señorito?"

She nodded her head once for a yes. Suzeth emerged from the kitchen and noticed the gravity of our conversation.