Chapter 21: Be Composed
I returned to my penthouse instead. As soon as I push open the front door, Kristan was also coming out of his room. He just came out of the shower and looked fresh in his grey boxer shorts.
He stood there for a moment before his censorious look at me formed a crease on his forehead. Before he could even voice a question that I had no plans to answer, I swiftly passed him and went straight into my room.
Hindi na ako nag-abalang maghanap muna ng maisusuot bago pumasok sa shower room. I don't usually enter the shower room without bringing at least fresh undergarments, but I couldn't stand my smell anymore. Fucking hell. The longer I let his scent linger on my skin, the closer I am to pulling back to that shitty compound to slaughter all his men.
I am still frustrated and thirsty. One head didn't feel enough just cool me down. I should have killed them all and burned the entire place myself.
Be composed. That's what I always do. Be composed no matter how hard the circumstances or how deep you trip into the shithole. Don't give them the satisfaction of seeing how affected you are. That's another win for them.
Binuhos ko sa katawan ko ang isang buong shower gel. Habang naghihilod ay pinupuno ko ng tubig ang bathtub. Nakadalawa na akong shower gel bottle pero walang pagbabago sa pakiramdam ko. I could still feel his nasty mark somewhere in my body. Damn. I had no idea where else he kissed me while I was unconscious.
I stood under the cold shower until it felt like I needed something intense. I twisted the shower into its warmest mode. I winced when I felt the hot water running down my skin. My skin felt burning, and it was unpleasant for the skin, but if I had to peel my skin just to wash away that jerk's smell thoroughly, I would gladly do it.
Guminhawa ang pakiramdam ko. Pagkasarado ko ng shower ay umuusok pa ang balat ko. That's when I decided to dip my body in the cold water on the tub.
When I was completely relaxed, I got to turn my shitty situation into something worthy. At least napatunayan ko nang hindi makapagkakatiwalaan ang lalaking 'yon. Hestia deserves so much better.
I lost track of time and when I got out of the shower, Kristan was sitting in my bed. Tumayo siya nung makita ako saka inabot sa akin ang tuwalya.
"Do you still have some errands?" he casually asked.
He walked into a private door which was the way to another room where I store all my clothes. I had no idea how he knew about that, but he's my friend... now. I have to be kind.
"May pupuntahan ka pa ba?" sunod na tanong niya.
"I have to meet Hestia," I said.
I sighed. He only handed me one towel. I literally use at least three towels, which he should have known first of all. I have a separate towel for my hair, my upper body, and my lower part. Nice try, though.
"Wasn't she the reason why you weren't here a while ago?" I don't think he's still asking me. This is more like an interrogation to me. "How about this?"
He appeared in front of me to show a floral dress. It was a simple above the knee dress. Tinapat niya pa sa kanyang katawan ang dress na parang sinusukat niya. Nangunot ang noo niya.
"Damn," he muttered as he turned to me. His eyes looked dazed. "This is the longest dress you've got in your clothes there. It doesn't look long still."
I smiled scornfully. I sat in my bed and crossed my legs as I looked up at him. "Why not get me some undergarments first? Since you are being too friendly, come on."
"Nah." Pinatong niya sa tabi ko ang dress na hawak. "Puwede na ang dress na 'yan. Don't you mind wearing sweat pants? I can lend you one."
"A red dress..." I cocked my head. "And black or grey sweatpants."
