I can forgive him if he has a valid reason for it. Matatanggap ko pa lahat ng sinabi niya sa akin noon at ang mga paliwanag niya.
His intentions are still a blur, hindi pa malinaw sa akin ang lahat kaya deserve niya 'to. Deserve niyang pagdusahan until he came clean to me. Six months is also too much to clear this thing out.
Bakit ngayon niya pa naisipang gawin if he has all the resources? And putting Conan and my friends to his acts? What a pathetic gesture. Para lang mapaamo ako. Duh.
Unang bumungad din sa 'kin pagkabangon ko ay ang huge-castle lile windows sa harapan ko. Katapat lang into ang kama na hinihigaan ko. There are four huge windows just on the side of this at hindi naman umaabot ang sikat ng araw sa pwesto ko dahil natatakpan na ito ng kurtina.
His mansion is Vegas is more expensive and elegant than back in Makati. I mean, with all the furniture and people coordinated to him, hindi na ako magtataka kung bakit kinikilala talaga si Damon bilang isang successful businessman at his young age.
Nang magawi ang tingin ko sa bedside table, nando'n nanggagaling ang amoy ng pancakes at maple syrup. I even smell it just to make sure that I'm not imagining it. Nandito nga talaga ako sa Vegas Mansion niya.
And when I keep remembering what happened last night, there's too much humiliation in me when my friends found out what's happening. Sinubukan ko silang tawagin ulit kagabi but they're not answering it anymore.
See, even my friends are playing with me. Should I trust them pa ba? It looks like they also have to do with this, and I reckon they will have a round of explanations to me. And I can already imagine that they were just doing it for the sake of my relationship with Damon.
A pathetic kind of relationship.
Kinuha ko ang tray at dahan-dahan kong nilapag sa lap ko dahil baka matapon ang orange juice. Nilapat ko ang palad ko sa ibabaw ng pancake. It is still warm, and the orange juice still has its ice but melting already.
The maple syrup is also warm and then I watched it poured on the top of the pancake. It pours smoothly and niYsabelle, nangibabaw muli ang amoy nito. I didn't hesistate to devour it when I already felt my stomach grumbling. I grabbed the knife and fork and took a bite on it.
Tumirik ang mata ko ng lunukin ko 'yon. I've never had this taste of pancake before. It's fluffy and the creamines instantly made me mouthful. I couldn't help but to like it and so I enjoyed eating it.
Upon devouring my so-called-classic-bilyonaryo breakfast, I heard the door opening and when I looked to the door's direction I found Damon on his Pajama's... Of course, topless, and he smiles when our eyes met. I guess that's just his way of greeting me after our fight last night. I don't really want to call it a fight when we're just trying to make each other understand to our situation. Hindi ako nagbigay ng kung anong expression and I stopped eating the pancake because he loves watching me eat.
Damon stopped and stood next to the bed, iniwas ko rin ang tingin ko sa kanya. I don't why I feel so reserved now.
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Flying through the Boulevard (Bons Amis Series #4)
Teen FictionBONS AMIS SERIES #4 Damon, a rich ass from Vegas, had a very bright future for himself because of wealth. Afterwards, he met Ysabelle who had a lay-over at Vegas. Cover is not mine. Credits to the rightful owners.