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"You should go home after this." Ian said while slicing the meat on his plate. I frowned at him. "Why would I wanna do that?"
He arched a brow and fixed me with a stare that made my split ends blush. "Because I said so."
"You're not the boss of me." I glared at him and he just scratched his jaw. "Look, Daze—"
"Baby. That's what you're supposed to address me with." I corrected and he just rolled his eyes like a kid.
"Fine. Look, baby. I'm busy today. I have a meeting at 4:30. It's already 3:50. Hindi kita pwedeng ihatid sa kung saang lupalop ka man nakatira dahil baka hindi na ako umabot sa meeting. Since you're stalking me, I'm guessing you already know that I'm a businessman too."
I nodded in his direction. I almost forgot about that. Ian's also into business. He and his friends own a group of companies in the Philippines and also in the US.
"Then just bring me with you. I'll stay inside your office when you attend the meeting. That way you could still bring me home."
He looked at me, annoyance was overt in his face. "Hindi pwede. Baka mamaya pairalin mo dun ang pagiging brat mo."
I dropped my utensils and it clattered loudly on my plate. A few waiters turned their heads towards us but I shot them daggers.
"I want to go with you in your office." I argued but he just shook his head and continued eating.
"Please?" I coaxed but he remained unyielding. "Sorry, baby. No can do."
My brows furrowed in peevishness. I have killed him numerous times in my head already. "If you won't let me go with you then I'll make a scene in here." I resorted to the thing I excelled at, blackmailing.
He turned serious once again. "Don't you dare do that, Daze." His warning tone doesn't really scare me.
We measured each other's stares. He was the one to look away so I smiled triumphantly.
"I'm still not taking you with me." He said after a while. My eyebrow hiked upwards. I pushed the beverage glass from the table and it crashed on the floor. All eyes turned towards us. I then looked at Ian in an angry manner.
I was shaking in pretense while looking at him. I looked at him with ire. "How dare you?! I loved you too much but now you're telling me that you can't reciprocate my feelings because you're a closet gay?! You user!" My lips trembled and my body shook. Have I already told anyone that I became Theater Arts Club President for four consecutive years during high school?
Ian's eyes widened. "What the actual fuck are you saying?! Bawiin mo yan Daze!" He was starting to become red all over. His eyes were narrowing as he stared at me with derision.
"You used me! I fucking loved you but you used me! I would've understood if only you told me earlier but now it's too late." My eyes grew hot and tears came streaming down my face. He looks shocked and irked at the same time.
Waiters and waitresses are hustled and speaking in hushed tones right now. Other customers are whispering in each other's ears while scoffing at Ian. I continued eyeing him with pain and contempt while he stood up and left a bill on the table before dragging me outside with him.
"Hey, ouch!" I complained while trying to keep up. He only let go of my arm when we were already out of the restaurant. He looks serious and teed off. He was clenching his jaw while looking at me. "You are so fucking childish."
Instead of getting hurt, I raised my chin boldly. "So, are you gonna take me with you, now?"
His expression was dark and his tone was scary. "No."
"What?! No?!" I asked with disbelief. My effort was in vain?
"Get in the car." He commanded.
"No." I replied with the same intensity. His forehed creased. "Do not try my patience, Daze. Just get in the damn car!" He shouted.
"I said no!" I shouted back but this time he remained cold. "Fine by me. Guess I'll just leave you here and—"
"I hate you!" I screamed at his face but he just fixed me with the blank stare. "The feeling is mutual." He answered apathetically. That did it. My tears fell again. He saw how my tears fell on my cheeks one by one and his cold expression was changed with that of alarm.
I sniffed and hit his chest. "Sama mo!" That was the first time I spoke Tagalog. He quickly put his hands on my face, cupping it, brushing my tears away. "Shit, baby. Wag ka ng umiyak." He looks so unsure what to do so I kept on crying.
"You hate me!" I cried louder. He was starting to panic. "No, no. I only said that because I got pissed off. C'mon stop crying. Baby, please?" He pulled me into his arms and gave me a hug but I just thrashed and kicked while I continued to cry.
"Hey, calm down. Please stop crying, fuck!" He was getting frustrated now. He caressed my back. "Tell you what, kapag tumigil ka sa pag-iyak isasama na kita sa opisina ko."
I looked up to see his face. He looks genuinely worried about me. "You promise?" I croaked and he nodded. "I promise."
That was all I've been waiting for. I smirked before wiping my tears. His expression shifted from confusion to annoyance.
"Yey!" I grinned and hurriedly entered his car before he could even protest. He was wearing his frowning face when he sat on the driver's seat.
"I can't believe I fell for that. Damn!"
I just grinned at him and flashed him a peace sign. Well, what can I say? No one can resist Daze. By any means, I would get what I want. If I need to resort to deceit then I will. I a Monteverde so I should act like one.
Ian still wouldn't talk to me during the whole drive to his office. He parked in front of a gargantuan building. He didn't open the car door for me but this time I did not protest since I put him in a bad mood.
The guards greeted him when we entered. Employees seem to get intimidated by his presence, too. They were eyeing me with confusion. Ian ignored them all and headed towards his personal elevator. The elevator pinged and we went inside. Silence embraced us after the doors slid close.
"Are you still angry?" I can't help but ask.
He didn't even look at me when he spoke. His eyes remained fixed in front of him. "What do you think? Ipinagsigawan mong bakla ako sa loob ng isang crowded restaurant, tapos niloko mo ko para lang isama ka dito."
I shrugged. I'm not the type of person who apologizes. The elevator pinged and the doors opened. Ian's eyebrow flew up and when I stared at the direction he was looking at, I saw his friends.
We got out of the elevator and the moment his friends saw us, they stopped chatting and started smirking at Ian. The guy who was sitting with his feet propped on the table nodded towards me. "Whoa, whoa. Who's this beautiful lady, Lexus?" He stood up and sauntered towards me. They all address Ian as Lexus. Nobody calls him Ian because his brother's name is also Ian.
"Back off, Emman." Ian scowled.
"Ooooh. Damot." He cooed.
"She's my girlfriend, idiot." He said while slapping Emman's arm.
Emman raised an eyebrow. "She's your what?!"
The other two guys sitting on his couch raised their heads to look at me. Because I am a stalker, I also know the name of Ian's friends. The guy with chinito eyes is Zed. The other guy is Nathan.
