MOMMY ✔️

THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

CHAPTER SIXTEEN: THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN

" you got your ways and I just can't explain "
- Normani (Take My Time)

Oh, this is bad.

Hiero's only been nervous at least twice in his life. One, with his mother and two, his cousin Keira right before she fought one of his ex-girlfriends again.

And now, third—Alethea Lynette Vargas, her bright eyes and reassuring smile.

What the actual f—

He learned numerous things about her just by observing her from afar and with the help of his favorite alcohol, of course.

Her lips pout before she takes a bite of her food, tapping her foot when bored, her flirtatious eyes appear after joking around with his cousin and her other friends, eyes wide and mouth dropping to the floor when excited to eat more food, and most especially, her big smile that somewhat lightens up the whole mood even when he was almost drunk, leaving him smiling like a fool.

He almost staggered at the whiff of her scent before him, realizing that he was THIS close to her.

He felt stupid. An idiot.

This must have been what his old friends felt whenever they would catch a glimpse of their crush.

Crush?

Fuck, yes.

Maybe, perhaps... he does have a little crush on her.

Nothing big, really.

She's beautiful and he couldn't stray his eyes off of her, it's normal.

"Anyare?"

"Ha?"

"You look... weird." Silas chuckled then nudged Hiero's shoulder.

"Wala. Drunk. Tipsy. Whatever."

Silas' expression turned sour at the sight of his supposedly calm and collected cousin looking like a mess.

"Sure. Whatever din... but who the fuck are you looking at?"

Hiero brought his gaze back to his cousin next to him, they stare at each other's eyes, as if they were observing each other's souls instead.

"I'm... paying attention to the event, and I'm tipsy."

"Alright, but... you're still weird."

Stupid.

Weird.

Idiotic.

Tipsy.

None of them describes the feeling spreading throughout his whole body.

The same feeling that led him to stalk her in Instagram, TikTok, Facebook, following her from behind and watching her from afar.

He would come and visit the shoots with her as a model, pretending to be an assistant, pretending to be anybody working in the shoot with the help of his cousin and the others behind the scene.

With a black hat and a mask.

He ripped the page of Alethea's picture from the new magazine published this month, he stands up and grabs the nearest tape then sticks the picture at a board filled with other pictures and pages from magazines and photoshoots that featured Alethea.