Bachelor Series 3: Kit Wilson

Chapter 4

Scarlet POV

I thought my plan was working, pero isang araw na ang lumipas and I still haven't received any reaction from Kit about the article. It's like he doesn't care.

Nakakabaliw. How could he not care? I know he can see the article already because it was posted internationaly or maybe he didnt see it or he sees it but just doesnt care?

As if that wasn't enough, si Julie din ay biglang naging unreachable. I sent her a dozen messages, but no replies. No updates. Nothing. I thought she would come over today as usual kasi hindi naman umaabot ang away namin ng ilang araw at magkakabati na agad kami

Frustration bubbled inside me as I threw myself onto my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. My mind wouldn't stop racing with overthinking and questions I couldn't answer.

"Where are you, Kit?" I whispered to myself, the words almost painful to say.

After that article, wala nang sumunod na balita about him. No photos, no sightings, not even a single rumor. Funny thing is, hindi ko na rin siya ma-trace. I don't have any information on his whereabouts, and it's driving me nuts.

What if he's hiding on purpose?
What if he really doesn't care anymore?
What if he's falling for that woman?

I shook my head, trying to silence the spiral of doubts and "what ifs" in my mind, pero mas lalo lang itong lumala.

"Hey, Lei?"

Napabangon ako bigla when someone called me. I looked up, and it was my sister, Mia, standing by the door.

"Hmmm?" I replied, trying to hide my annoyance.

"Someone is here for you," she said, a teasing smile tugging at her lips.

"Who?" Napakunot ang noo ko. "Si Julie ba?"

"No, hindi si Julie. It's a guy, actually. Sabi niya George daw pangalan niya."

Agad namang nag-click ang pangalan sa utak ko. Right, George. I almost forgot he said he was coming today.

Simula nung dinner namin, he insisted we exchange contacts, and I gave him my number. Akala ko nga hiningi lang niya iyon just for show at makakalimutan din niya. He struck me as a typical playboy—smooth talker, charming, and full of himself.

But I didn't expect him to actually message me... and now here he was.

Perfect.

Maybe having George by my side could help me get Kit's attention. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

"There's no harm in trying," I muttered to myself.

"Earth to Lei?" Mia waved her hand in front of me, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Tell him to wait for 15 minutes. I'll just get ready," I said, standing up and heading to my closet.

"Do you know him?" Mia asked, her eyebrows raised.

"Yeah, we're friends, I guess?"

"Friends, huh?" she teased, her grin widening.

I rolled my eyes. "Shut up, ate. I'm serious, and besides, I already have someone I love, so stop making it weird. It's cringe."

"And sino naman 'yun?" she pressed, her curiosity obvious.

"None of your business. Now, get out of my room. Magbibihis na ako," I said, dismissing her.

Fifteen minutes later, I headed downstairs. I found George and ate talking in the living room, and they both stood up when I approached.

"It was nice meeting you, Miss Mia," George said with his signature charming smile.

"The pleasure is all mine, George," ate replied, clearly entertained by his charisma

"Oh, andito ka na pala, Lei," ate said when she saw me

"You look beautiful," George complimented, his gaze lingering on me.

"Thanks," I said curtly, brushing past him as I headed for the door. I heard George bid goodbye to Mia, and my sister replied with a cheerful

"Take care!"

George opened the car door for me like a true gentleman. I slid into the passenger seat, crossing my legs as he rounded the car and got in himself.

"So, where are we going?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"It's a surprise," he replied with a wink.

I rolled my eyes internally but decided to play along. For now.

As we drove through the city, George made small talk, asking about my work, hobbies, and other trivial things. I answered politely but kept my guard up. This wasn't a date. This was a means to an end.

"Are you always this cold?" he asked suddenly, his tone playful.

"I'm not cold," I replied, glancing at him. "I'm just... reserved."

"Hmm, I like that. Mysterious women are always intriguing," he said, flashing me a grin.

I didn't respond, instead turning my attention to the view outside the window

George brought me to an upscale café that was known for its stunning rooftop view. As we stepped out of the car, I noticed a few people glancing our way. Paparazzi? Fans? I wasn't sure, but it gave me hope.

We took the elevator to the rooftop, where a private table was waiting for us. The city skyline stretched out before us, glittering under the afternoon sun.

"Impressive," I admitted, taking a seat but I still hope that Kit was the one whose doing all this things to me

"I told you it would be worth it," George said, sitting across from me.

We ordered drinks, and the conversation flowed more naturally this time. George was charming, I'll give him that, but I still couldn't shake the thought of Kit from my mind.

Halfway through our drinks, George leaned closer. "So, Scarlet, tell me... is there someone special in your life now?"

I hesitated, swirling the straw in my drink. "Maybe."

"Maybe?" he echoed, his grin widening. "Well, whoever he is, he's a lucky guy."

I smiled faintly, not bothering to correct him

As we left the cafe, I spotted a photographer lurking near the entrance. George noticed him too and smirked.

"Looks like we're getting some attention," he said, wrapping an arm around my waist as we walked to his car.

I stiffened slightly but didn't push him away. This was exactly what I needed. When George dropped me off, I thanked him for the afternoon.

"Let's do this again sometime," he said, flashing me another one of his smiles.

"Maybe," I replied before heading inside.

As a step inside nasa living room pala si ate 

"So how was the date?" she asked

"Stop its not a date okay" 

"Well not according to the social media" she said showing me her phone with the photos of us posted in the IG with my fans account 

"Whatever, let them be but Im telling you there is nothing going between us" I explained and ate just giggled

"I'll be in my room" 

As soon as I was alone in my room, I grabbed my phone and checked all my social media. Sure enough, photos of George and me at the café were already circulating. The headlines varied, but the message was clear:

"Scarlet Halle spotted with George Lamoste!"

I smiled to myself, satisfaction washing over me. Kit had to see this. He couldn't possibly ignore me now.

But as the hours passed and my phone remained silent, doubt started creeping in again.

"Where are you, Kit?" I whispered, lying back on my bed and wrap myself a blanket

This time, I wasn't just frustrated—I was scared to death. Scared that maybe, just maybe, he really didn't care