Bachelor Series 3: Kit Wilson

Chapter 3

Scarlet PO

It's been five days simula nung encounter namin ni Kit, and I haven't seen him since. I know it's because he's on a business trip. Kahit gustong-gusto ko siyang sundan, hindi ko pwedeng gawin. Julie made sure of that.

 She said I had to "lay low" kasi nagiging suspicious na ang ate ko sa mga biglaang alis ko araw-araw.

"She's already asking questions, Scarlet," Julie had told me days ago, her tone firm 

"You need to stop going out and stalking Kit like this. Give yourself a break." Of course, I pretended to listen to her, but my heart and mind didn't agree

This morning, I sat on my bed, scrolling through my Safari, boredom eating me alive. That's when it happened—biglang nahagip ng mata ko ang isang article that made my blood boil.

'Rising Star Kit Wilson Spotted on Business Trip with Rumored Girlfriend.'

I froze. Slowly, I opened the link, my heart hammering in my chest. There they were—Kit and that woman. Again.

Rumored girlfriend.

No.

My vision darkened as I scrolled further, and then I saw it—another photo. This one was worse. So much worse. 

Kit and her, sitting in the business class section in the plane. She was leaning toward him, her hand on his arm, her lips close to his cheek. And then, the final blow—another shot, blurry but undeniable. Her lips brushing against his.

They were kissing. The other caption underneath it made me sick.

"Kit Wislon shares a sweet moment mid-flight with his mystery woman."

The photos were all over the page—Kit helping her with her luggage, Kit smiling at her while they walked side by side, and the final blow... Kit kissing her inside the airplane.

A surge of jealousy slammed into me so hard that I nearly threw my phone. My vision blurred as I stared at the screen, reading the captions and comments beneath the pictures.

"Bagay sila!" one commenter wrote.
"Power couple vibes," said another.
"Ang cute nila sa last photo! So in love."

I wanted to scream. My fingers hovered over the screen, itching to reply to every single one of those stupid, clueless comments. How could they not see it? How could they not know that she doesn't belong there? That she's not the one for him?

I gripped the phone tighter, my nails digging into the sides. They don't belong together. He doesn't love her.

The anger burned through me, stronger now, unstoppable. My breathing was ragged as I stared at the photo again. My thumb brushed over Kit's face. He looked so happy. So relaxed. And I hated it.

"This can't be real"

I've known Kit for all my life. I know how he works, how he moves, what he's thinking. And this couldn't be real. She wasn't his girlfriend. She couldn't be. He was just... using her. That had to be it. He was trying to make me jealous.

Yeah, that was it. That had to be it. Kit was testing me.

I sank back onto my bed, pressing my palms to my face as I tried to calm my thoughts. He was smart, I reminded myself. He was calculated. Maybe he was trying to see how far I would go for him.

My lips curled into a smirk

"Nice try, Kit," I whispered to myself. "But you're not getting rid of me that easily."