Hardest to Lose (Villaraza Series #4)

29 | Private

29 | Private

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Was I hard on him?

Itinukod ko sa ulo ang dulo ng ballpen at mas nalunod sa iniisip.

After all he did to me, why was he reacting like I did him dirty? I had always prided myself that I had the longest patience. Bihira akong magalit at halos hindi nagtatanim ng sama ng loob. Kaya kapag nagalit ako at nagtagal iyon, meron akong basehan.

He must be crazy to think I would be cool after he stole my girls, especially with that reason of his.

“Pres, kain muna tayo,” aya sa akin ng auditor habang nakasilip sa pintuan.

“Mauna na kayo. I’ll just finish this,” tugon ko saka binalikan ang pagbasa sa mga dokumentong nasa mesa.

It was the start of the Foundation Week and everyone was busy. As the event was a concerted effort, I always had to be available all the time. Kulang na kulang ang tulog ko nitong mga nakaraan  at maaga palang ay nasa school na ako. Idagdag pang malakas mag-echo iyong sinabi ni Markus noong huli naming pag-uusap kaya wala ako sa tamang estado.

Seriously, I couldn’t believe that guy.

After almost half an hour of studying the papers, I decided to take a break and probably have a ten-minute nap. Gutom na rin ako pero mas gusto ko munang matulog at magpahinga. I would eat after I woke up.

I was about to doze off when soft knocks disturbed the room. Nang balingan ko kung sino iyon, naabutan ko si Markus na isinasara na ang pinto at may dalang paperbag.

“Ba’t nandito ka?” bungad ko, bigla ay tila binuhusan ng tubig.

He took off his cap and put the paperbag before me. “Magdadala ng pagkain.”

“Para sa’kin?”

Hinubad niya ang jacket na suot at ipinatong sa bakanteng upuang nasa harapan ko. “Obviously. Nakausap ko co-officers mo. Nabanggit nila na ‘di ka pa kumakain. Kaya ‘yan.” Naupo siya sa mesa kung nasaan ako, dumekwatro, at ipinatong sa hitang nasa ibabaw ang magkahugpong na mga kamay. “Eat up, Miss President.”

Why was he doing this? “Yeah, thanks. What are these?”

“Nothing. Just your favorites.

Nagdududang tinitigan ko siya.

He was plotting something. I couldn’t let my guard down.

“Kumain ka na?” I asked him as I started to bring out the food.

Umiling-iling siya.

He was now seated before me. Nakapatong ang braso niya sa mesa at nakapangalumbaba sa akin. I couldn’t act properly because I was damn conscious. He never once tore his eyes from me like every move I was making mattered to him.

Putang ina.

“And you brought me all of these?”

Ngumisi siya. “If you’re so upset, why don’t you feed me?”