Forever Manoban (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Chapter 6

“I am Mrs. Manoban and it looks like you are to.” I hung up as she approached me.

I gasped when I saw him. She had a way of making me do that and I hated it. She was dressed in a pair of khakis and a button down white cotton shirt with her sleeves rolled to her elbows. Her hair, as usual, was perfectly tousled, and her sun-kissed skin glowed in the sunlight. I frowned at her as she sat down next to me.

“What?” she asked.

“How did you get my phone number; I do not remember giving it to you?”

“I have my ways of finding out anything about anybody Miss Kim.”

“So, you’re a stalker then?”

She threw her head back and laughed, “No Jennie, I’m not a stalker. I just wanted your number in case I needed you to help me home some night.” I glared at her but was secretly smiling underneath.

“How did you know I was here?”

“Bang Chan pointed out that he saw you walking down the street, and I asked him to stop.”

“Why?” I curiously asked. She pursed her lips together as I could tell she was getting irritated with my questions.

“I don’t know, I just thought I’d say hi, I guess.”

“Then you could have just called, since you have my number and all.”

She heavily sighed, “Miss Kim, enough with the questions please.”

I laughed silently because I was pissing her off again and I loved it.

“Can I ask you one more thing?” she looked at me and frowned. God she was sexy when she did that. It’s a sin to look that good.

“What is it?”

“Could you please stop calling me Miss Kim and call me Jennie?”

She smiled and cocked her head, “It would be my pleasure Jennie.” I liked the way my name rolled off her tongue.

Lisa glanced over at my pad and saw the scribble of two people on it.

“What are you drawing?”

“The bride and groom over there,” I pointed.

“Why?”

“Why not, they’re a cute couple, and I think it would make a good painting. I’ll call it A Wedding in Central Park.”

“And what makes you think someone would buy that?”

I rolled my eyes at her bluntness; I knew it was only a matter of time.

“People love weddings and any couple that got married here would buy it as a memory of the beginning of their life together.”

Lisa lifted up her chin, “It’s all a bunch of shit if you ask me.”

“What is?” I asked as I looked at her in confusion.

“Weddings, starting a life together, relationships, all of it, you said nothing lasts forever.”

I was surprised by her words and her hatred for relationships. I could see the pain in her beautiful green eyes; she must have been badly hurt. I looked down and continued drawing.

“Well, a lot of people believe in the happily ever after and the fairytale relationships, let’s not take that away from them.”

“Do you believe in any of that?” she asked.

“I don’t know; I thought once I did, but I’m not so sure anymore.” I continued drawing.

She took her hand and lightly grabbed my wrist, turning it over and softly rubbing my scar with her thumb. I wanted to pull away, but her touch froze me; she was so warm and soft and what she was doing sent fire through my body.