Chapter 22
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Calla looked at the man who just came into their table and placed that one bottle of drink.
"Arthus Russo?"
Natasha uttered that made her looked at Natasha. Irene even looked at their friend too. She knows this guy? And to think that this man is a freaking hot!
"Natasha Martinez?" said the guy.
Calla squeezed her eyes with that.
"Oh my gosh, what are you doing here? By the way, these are my friends, Irene Hernandez and of course, Calla — Calla Vasquez, said Natasha.
"Hi," said Arthus to Irene who just nodded and he shifted his gaze to Calla who's obviously observing the environment. "Calla Vasquez," he uttered her name.
"Yeah?"
She did found this guy really hot and she couldn't remember when was the last time she called a man hot. His whole presence is no joke.
"Well, I got this for you guys," he said.
"Have a seat, Arthus, are you alone?" said Natasha.
Arthus looked at Calla like he was asking permission to her if it was really okay for him to sit beside her for it was just the available place to sit on.
"Have a seat," said Calla.
Arthus cracked a wide smile and carefully sat his ass down. "Actually, I have my friends right there and just came to you guys to see hi," he said.
Calla noticed the way he talked, he was trying to f*cking making his tone soft but she noticed that it was deep and authoritative.
"Naiintindihan mo 'ko?" She suddenly said.
Arthus widened his eyes as he looked at her when he realized she was speaking Tagalog.
"Of course! Marunong kang magtagalog?" Hindi makapaniwalang sambit nito.
"Hey! We can't understand!" Anga ni Irene pero wala sa kaniyang nakinig.
Walang kahit na anong emosyon ang makikita sa mukha ni Calla at alam n'yang naiintindihan ng kaniyang mga kaibigan kung ano ang ginagawa n'ya.
"Hindi ka mukhang Filipino," aniya nang hindi tinatanggal ang paningin sa lalake.
"Sure." Nakangiting sagot naman ni Arthus. "Wala akong dugong Filipino pero matagal na akong nakatira rito. A decade perhaps."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Natasha complained.
"Nat, let's just go the dance floor and leave them here. They can understand each other," said Irene while rolling her eyes.
"Calla, paparazzi can still be around," said Natasha before the two of them turned their backs at them.
Nang makaalis ang dalawa n'yang kaibigan ay nakita n'ya ang unti-unting pagbabago sa expression ng lalake. Lihim na napa-smirk si Calla dahil inasahan n'ya na ito.
But his eyes are deep and dangerous and that added the hotness within him. What the hell?
"You're gorgeous," sambit ni Arthus.
"I've been told, like since I was born," diretsong sagot naman ni Calla.
"You don't look like Filipino," ani Arthus nang hindi inaalis ang paningin nito sa kaniya.
"I am half Filipino," simpleng sagot naman n'ya.
Hindi n'ya alam kung bakit ba n'ya kinakausap ang lalake o dahil lang ngayon pa lang s'ya nakakita ng lalake na ganito ka attractive.
"Actually, you were the reason why I came near to you guys. I saw you when you entered here and I think you are so damn hot," walang filter nitong saad.
She likes that. That seem powerful to her, when someone don't sugarcoat things, that is power for her.
Matapang itong nakatingin sa kaniya at masyadong malalim ang isang ito.
"Do you need something from me?" Hamon na tanong n'ya habang sinasalubong ang malalim na tingin ng lalake sa kaniya.
"Yes. I need to know you, not just your name," walang kagatol-gatol na saad nito.
Nag-smirk si Callla dahil sa narinig. What the f*ck? She heard it right, right? What was that?
"Come again?" She asked him to repeat.
"I found you hot and I am interested to you. I am not asking your number I am asking your company."
"I just got in here, I didn't touch the liquor you brought in here yet. Let me put and alcohol in my blood first. Approach me back when you think I am still attractive," she said raising her brow and chilling her self.
Napa-smirk si Arthus at nakita iyon ni Calla. Alam n'yang matapang ang lalake at ito ang unang beses na may nagtangkang lumapit sa kaniya nang mya ganitong aura.
Arthus Russo, his presence is no joke but there is no way that she'll fell into his hand just like that.
"Are you challenging me?" Nakangising saad naman ni Arthus kaya si Calla naman ang napangiti.
"Are you challenged?"
*"Hindi pa ako nag-approached ng babae sa tanang buhay ko,ngayon pa lang kaya hindi ako papayag na hindi maging tama ang lahat ng ito,"* kaniya sa sarili.
Nakangiting inabot n'ya ang bote ng alak na inilapag n'ya sa mesa at saka binuksan ito. "I do not know if you drink hard so I get this ladies drink for you," sambit n'ya habang binubuksan ang bote.
Sa tingin ni Calla ay hindi s'ya kilala ng lalake at ikinatuwa n'ya iyon. Ngayon pa lang mangyayari na makikipag-usap s'ya sa isang indibidwal na hindi ina-address ang pagiging Vasquez n'ya. Ang pagiging royal n'ya.
She smiled as the thought in her mind like she could be someone she wish she could be. She can act like an ordinary woman without his company limiting all their moves. That as the always scenario. Despite of her being in the news like everytime she went out to hang out, no one has the guts to even open a bottle for her. And she never let anyone do that.
It's just tonight.
"Calla Vasquez," sambit ng lalake sa kaniyang pangalan. Nasa mukha pa rin nito ang ngiti at hindi n'ya alam at hindi n'ya masabi kung ano nag possibleng nasa isip nito. "Your family name sounds like a Spanish, are you Spanish?"
Lihim na napangiti si Calla, iniisip kung hindi ba s'ya mukhang Spanish at nag apelyido pa n'ya ang una nitong napuna.
"And you're Italian," nakangising saad n'ya. Narinig n'ya ang mahinang pagtawa nito. Napatingin s'ya sa mukha ng binata nang marinig n'ya ang sexy nitong pagtawa.
"Born with an Italian parents, so yeah. Natasha, she's Spanish, so I guess you are to. Plus, your surname kind of sounds familiar.
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