The Repercussion: Scandalous Series 1 [COMPLETED]

Chapter 30

"Why aren't you touching your drink?"

My eyes were focused on the tequila bottle. He was already drinking half of it. And he still looks stable, like he was used to drinking. Did he learn to drink when I left? Or was he used to drinking even before?

I took the box of cigarettes off the table and inserted it inside my mouth. But I shook my head when I remembered I was inside Ortiz's house. I got the stick out of my mouth and placed it in between my fingers.

"Where's Samuel?" I asked without looking at him.

"Hmm, you have that ring and you still ask for him." I meet his gaze, and his eyes filled with amusement.

I didn't know he liked paying attention to small things. His eyes were still glued to me and I looked away. I got the bottle of tequila on the table and drank it.

He's making me uncomfortable. I already wanted to leave when I saw him opening the door for me. But I was surprised when he took the two bottles of tequila from my hand and started drinking.

"Am I making you uncomfortable?" he asked again.

"Ang hangin mo pala." I put down the empty bottle of tequila and smiled at him. He didn't show any emotion on his face.

"You keep on looking away. You give a short answer. Crossing your legs. Soothing yourself with the cigarette, but you can't because you are in someone's house. So you choose to drink the tequila instead. And your ears are getting red." he pointed that out so casually.

I laughed irritatedly. "What? Are you a psychiatrist now?"

I picked up the ashtray and the small box of cigarettes, then I started marching towards the door.

I want this conversation to be over. He's not the main reason why I came here. I don't want to make a connection with him like we are fine. Who would know? Maybe he's trying to get back at me.

"Amara," I closed my eyes when I noticed that he was following me.

Ano ba ang gusto niya?

Pinihit ko ang door knob pero mabilis niyang nilock ang pinto. I stared at him with wide eyes. He leaned his hands against the wall, caging me. His eyes looked down on me. It was traveling until it landed on my lips.

"Do you hate. . . me?" I could see his adam's apple moving.

I looked away. Why would he question that? Is he drunk already? I was the one who should question him because of what I did.

And hearing him ask me those words hurts me. Is this my punishment for seeing him here? Is this my punishment for talking at him and acting up like I was a hard rock who's not bothered about the past?

I wanted to say no, but what for? What if he sees Amare? What if he pushes Amare, especially now that he has a girlfriend?

I don't want to hurt my child. If he wants to hurt me, then I won't make a sound. But if he hurts Amare, I could never bear that.

"I don't like seeing you," I said, removing his hand from the wall.

I rushed outside and locked my gate.

My chest was beating so fast even though I was already lying on my bed. It was two in the morning and I was still wide awake. I was wondering if Samuel owns that car parked outside their house, but that wouldn't make sense. And thinking that Lucien owns it doesn't even make any sense.

I exasperatedly buried my face on the pillow. Mabuti nalang at nanatili si Amare sa resort. Now, I'm already considering that it was a good idea. It will take three months to finish the hotel so I need to be careful of my actions.