XXVIII: zack's manipulation

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Being with Matilda again felt like those carefree days back in college. Parang kami pa rin ‘yung dating magkaklase na hindi mapaghiwalay, always together, sharing meals and laughing over the simplest things.

But somehow, this time, everything felt… deeper, more real. Every moment we spent together felt like we were living out the dreams we’d once only imagined.



For the past few days, Matilda’s been there for me, kahit busy siya sa trabaho at mga responsibilities niya as CEO. She would drop by, bring me my favorite snacks, or simply keep me company when I’d come home tired.

Parang… walang nakakapigil sa kanya from making time for me. Kaya when she mentioned na hindi siya makakadalaw ng two days dahil sa back-to-back meetings, I told her na okay lang. I could wait.



But then, later that day, there was a knock at the door. I assumed it was just a neighbor or maybe someone delivering something. I opened the door, and to my surprise, standing there was… Zack Timothy Peralta.

"Zack," I said, my tone shifting, serious. “Anong ginagawa mo dito?”

He smirked, leaning against the doorframe. “Why, ayaw mo ba akong makita, Aiah?” he teased, his voice dripping with that familiar arrogance. “Or maybe… mas gusto mo si Matilda?”

I felt my jaw clench. “Zack, wala akong oras sa mga laro mo. If you’re here for a reason, just say it.”

He chuckled, clearly enjoying my reaction. “Relax, Aiah. Just came to check up on an old friend. Miss na kita, eh.”

“Friend?” I scoffed, crossing my arms. “Alam kong may ibang dahilan ka sa pagpunta mo dito. Spill it, Zack.”

He tilted his head, his eyes glinting with mischief. “Just wanted to see kung kamusta ka na. Balita ko, masyado kang busy with Matilda these days.”

I rolled my eyes, but deep down, his presence unsettled me. Zack always had a way of getting under my skin, manipulating situations for his own amusement.

And now that he was here, stirring things up, I couldn’t shake the feeling that he had something more planned than just a casual visit.

As I tried to close the door, Zack reached out, grabbing my wrist firmly. His grip was strong, and a sense of unease washed over me. I took a step back, pulling against him.

“Zack, let go,” I said, keeping my voice steady.

Instead of releasing me, he stepped closer, an unsettling look in his eyes. I tried to pull away, but he held on tightly, his grip unwavering.



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