Carisia
I didn't do much today. Aside from the fact that I took a leave from the office, my head also hurts like hell so I needed to rest.
Boredom was killing me so I scheduled a dinner apppointment with my friends at a newly opened restaurant in the city. It's about time na rin since they've been busy flying across different countries for leisure and business purposes for the past month.
By the vanity area, I took my time to get ready for tonight. It's a bit early so I'm taking my sweet, sweet time in my red, silky robe. To get it out of the way, I already styled my hair in the bathroom earlier.
The scent of my vanilla perfume lingered around the room after I sprayed some on my neck and wrists. Smells so good!
While I was putting on my glossy, ruby red lipstick, the door pushed open, catching my attention.
"Hmm, where are you going?" he asked when he saw me.
I looked back at my reflection on the mirror, continuing to apply a shade of red on my lips.
"Dinner," I shortly answered.
He headed straight to the bathroom, probably to take a shower.
I stared at the bathroom door for a while, realizing that he got home early today. That's a surprise! The biggest surprise I got since I received news that we were getting married.
Anyway, I continued applying light make up on my face so I can get done quickly.
After doing so, I went ahead to the closet to put on my outfit for tonight. It's a designer, in a gorgeous black shade, fitted strap dress that accentuates my body curve perfectly.
The only problem was that I can't reach the zipper at the back. Stupid dresses!
I walked over to the vanity, still trying to reach the zipper on the back of a dress. I'm so annoyed with these kinds of design!
In the midst of my struggle, Enrico walked out of the bathroom in a fresh pair of house clothes, his wet hair still dripping water.
"I'll help you with that," he said when he noticed ne exerting so much effort to reach my back.
I tried resisting, but he already got a grip on my waist. His grasp was strong, but gentle.
His hand slowly travelled up to my nape, carefully pushing my hair on one shoulder, and the other hand pulling the zipper up.
"Sinong kasama mo mamaya?"
His breath sent shivers down my spine, but I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of my reaction so I just closed my eyes and tried to avoid reacting.
"Sila Mia. Why?"
His hands slid down my bare arms, and ended up on my waist.
"What time will you be home?" he asked.
It irritates me whenever he's answering my question with another question. "Bakit ang dami mong tanong?"
I received no answer, instead I felt the tip of his nose rubbing against the side of my neck.
"I'm sorry," he said shortly after.
A smirk rose on my lips upon hearing him surrender. At least he knows his wrongdoings, and he admitted to it. Ayaw na ayaw ko pa naman na huling huli na sa akto, nagagawa pang magsinungaling. Oh, how I hate that!
"I know that was the reason for your meltdown earlier. I'm sorry," he added, referring to him and Amira meeting yesterday.
The smile of triumph! I absolutely love it when I'm winning!
