BOUND TO YOU

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Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any similarity to the actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Credits to the owners of the photos I used. Characters mentioned in this story do not have anything to do with their personalities in real life. There might be grammatical and typo error, I don't proof read. (sometimes, lol)

Comments and votes are appreciated. Happy reading! :)

--Written by Vanilla--

**START**

The next day, Ken was peacefully driving when he saw a familiar face on the sidewalk across from him. He blinked several times just to be sure he was seeing the right person, and yes, it was Barbie. He automatically stepped on the brake not minding the other cars around him, lost in his gaze.

Barbie was talking to someone on the phone while Kenneth continued to stare. When a car behind him honked, he glanced at the side mirror and saw that cars had piled up behind him, causing a traffic jam. With a frown, he started the engine again.

He pulled over to the side of the road, planning to approach Barbie, even though he wasn't sure if she remembered him since he had been drunk the night they met.

He stepped out of the car, but when he was about to cross, Barbie was no longer there. He looked around but couldn't see her anywhere. Kenneth shook his head, deciding to go to a coffee shop because he felt like his imagination was playing tricks on him.

Kenneth was now inside the coffee shop near his building. He had finished ordering and was just waiting for his name to be called. While checking his email through his phone, he heard the barista call out his order.

"One caramel macchiato, venti, with extra vanilla syrup, hot, for KM," the barista announced.

He quietly approached the counter to get his order. Just as he was about to leave, the lady barista called out another order.

"One white chocolate mocha, hot, no whip for Barbie."

Kenneth turned his head immediately to see if his Barbie was there. When no one came to claim the order, the barista called again.

Kenneth stood near the door, patiently waiting for the person who would claim the drink.

'Barbie come on, show up' he prayed

The lady barista called again for the third time, "Hot drink for Barbie."

"Oh, sorry. I'm here," a customer said.

Kenneth shook his head. 'He's not my Barbie' he told himself as he saw a woman go to the counter to get the drink.

While walking to his office, Kenneth couldn't help but laugh at himself. 'How silly' he thought, he felt disappointed because that was a different 'Barbie.'

He was taking a break in the afternoon when he received a message from Paolo, telling him that he would drop by his office tomorrow and bring his brother so they could talk about the modeling offer.

After the call, Kenneth gently knocked his head as the face of the Barbie he met in the garden came to mind again. 'Please stop. Why can't I get you out of my head?' he muttered in frustration and decided to continue working to distract himself.

The next day, Kenneth arrived early at the office. He wasn't sure if he had been talking to a drunk Paolo last night, but they had agreed that Paolo would come by with his brother to discuss the modeling deal for SPS.

However, the start of his day was not as pleasant as he had expected. The Del Valle's were putting pressure on him again, trying to convince him to sell the entire SPS. But as long as he could, Kenneth refused to let it go.