Love in the E.R.

First Impressions

As I turned around, I saw man. 

 A freaking man. 

 And he is half naked 

 Ghaaad look at that. 

 He is wearing a powder blue polo. And it's unbottoned from top to down. 

 Pandesal 

 Yummers 

 His body is an enough evidence that there is perfection.

I got too occupied by his God sculptured body that I didn't realize he was already looking at me, suspiciously.

"Who are you?" he said

 I almost my balance.

 He has a very hoarse voice that sounded so damn good.

"What are you doing here? I don't remember hav-"he looked at me up and down.

 I immediately felt so conscious about how I look, so I looked down."You must be the one that Richard's been talking about. I see..."he looked at me again like he was looking for something, he looked at every inch of me "You're beautiful, you're sexy but you're still not my type. And I don't go out with call girls."

"At Ikaw pa talaga ang may ganang magalit? Bakit, sino ba sa ating dalawa ang pumasok sa office ko without even knocking? Who gave you the right to do it, huh?"

"Hey! I knocked but no one answered. So, I thought of just going in, since I won't take much time."

"Are you trying to steal something here?" He made me drop my jaw and widen my eyes at the same time.That's it. He pulled my last string. This can't be happening to me.

"Fuck you. Do I look like a thief to you? Really? With all these designer bag, shoes and dress? Are you insane?" I screamed on top of my lungs, to make him know that I am not joking around anymore. He was about to say something more when I threw him a glare. "Don't you say a word anymore. You don't need to explain. I don't want to hear the end of it." i said before finally leaving him inside his office. 

What was that?

He is unbelielivable. How could he? Where'd he get so much confidence in his body? 

He is such an asshole. Napakamahangin. the audacity of that man to call me names. Let me count how many times he tried to ruin my day. First,  he said that I am not his type because he thought that I am a callgirl. Okay lang naman na hindi niya ako type eh but I don't think I look like a callgirl. May callgirl bang nakadamit ng very formal with matching designer things? Because if there is, pakisabi sa'kin, papatayin ko. Last but definitely not the least, he suspected me that I am a thief. At that's where I lost it. Goodness gracious, do I look like a thief? And if I am a thief, my god, why would I go to a hospital sa ganitong oras kung kelan ang taas-taas ng sikat ng araw?That would make me the worst of all. Tanga ba siya? Naturingan pa naman na doktor. 

I was on my way out of the hospital when my phone vibrating indicating that's someone's calling. The caller I.D. says that it's my cousin Dawn.

"What?"

"Wow. Ang ganda ng gising natin ah! Care to share?" 

"Meet me at the Bank Bar. 9 PM, sharp."

"Of course, basta ba libre mo"  I rolled my eyes. This woman, ang yaman-yaman kuripot naman. I didn't respond to her anymore. I just ended the call.

This day ios hell. And i need to have some fun before ulit magpakapagod. Pero matutulog na muna ako for now para mahaba ang energy ko mamaya.