The way I'm scowling must have been really obvious because I heard Apollo laugh beside me. The audacity of my boyfriend, really. Gustong-gusto naman niya na nakikita akong naiinis. Actually no, hindi ako nagseselos. Naiinis ako. My stepsister even has the guts to bit her lips sensually and twirl tendrils of her hair between her fingers and wink at Apollo in front of me. In front of me.
Yes, in-fucking-front of me.
"Are you being serious right now, Matilda?" I snap at her face. Ni hindi man lang siya nahiya na ina-attract niya si Apollo ng harap-harapan? Nasa'n ang hiya? Nasa'n ang hiya Matilda? Natabunan ng red lipstick mo? Nasa Victoria's Secret panties mo?
I'm being petty, I know.
She rolled her eyes at me and flipped her hair and walked to the couch to sit. "What? Masama ba'ng kilatisin yang ka-date mo? I was just being a sister. Don't be such a crybaby, Caly." She winked at Apollo, "Right, Father?" She emphasized the last word and I almost kicked her calves because I heard it hurts like a motherfucker.
I'm cussing, goddamn it. She makes me mad.
"We had a date not because manliligaw ko siya," She didn't even hide the way her face brightened, "We've been together for awhile now, sister." And then she frowned. "Stop flirting with him, okay?" She clicked her tongue.
"Boo-hoo. You're no fun." I rolled my eyes at her and sat on the couch across her.
I looked at Apollo and saw him raise his eyebrows up as if waiting for me to command him, good. So good to know I'm still the boss. I raise my eyebrows at him too and he chuckled. I patted the space beside me and he gladly followed my silent instruction.
"Ang hot naman ni Father, Caly." She said as she moaned, ew? "Hi, lover boy."
I felt Apollo placed his arms on the back of my head, "Hindi ka pa ba aalis?" I can't help but be rude to her.
Hospitality, be damned.
"You're so possessive, sister. Mag-share ka naman." The fucking-
"What do you think of Apollo, laruan?"
"It'd be fun playing with him." She said teasingly. She looked at Apollo again and said, "Do you want to play a game, Father?"
"Matilda." I sternly looked at her, "Leave."
She laughed as she grabs her bag and fixes her dress. And by fix, her dress means cupping her boobs and straighten the crumpled parts of her dress. She must have seen my shocked face because her laugh doubled and she was flipping her hair off of her shoulder and let it cascade down her slender back.
The nerve- "Alright, alright. I'll go." She walked to the door and I was scowling at the place she sat. This fucking- "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. But damn baby, you're probably the hottest guy I've seen in my entire life."
