" Love Untitled " ~ The Road To Your Heart ~ BOOK FIVE

BOOK 5 > Ch. 4 ~GENIE IN THE BOTTLE~

" According to the myth, the gods tie an invisible red string around the little finger of people who are destined to be soulmates and will one day marry each other. It can get twisted and knotted. But it will never be broken. "

It was her first time to ride the helicopter and Psyche thought that she was having a grand time. It was nerve wracking. She whitened the moment the chopper's large wing began moving. When she felt that the giant copter started elevating from Rainbow Inc.'s helipad, Psyche needed to gulp her own saliva to keep herself from not fainting. She closed her eyes and told herself to relax. She isn't good in heights. Fear of heights is something that she can't handle well. Eventually though, halfway going to Tanay, Rizal, Psyche began enjoying what she was seeing. She began to loosen up a bit and focus on the fact that not everyone get to ride a helicopter like those people who can afford to.

When Pilot Charles announced that they were about to land in a few, Psyche realized that she was silently savoring the sight because it was honestly breathtaking. It lessened her tensed nerves and anxiety riding Richard Armani's personal chopper. Psyche was unfastening the security seat belt that has been holding her for more than thirty minutes, when the chopper's door opened and she was welcomed by a large bald man. She recognized it as one of the Vice President's men who goes with him twenty-four by seven. Victor was a heavy muscled man and if one is not accustomed in being surrounded by gigantic type of men, more likely, he'll scare your wits just by him plainly looking at you. Psyche thought that the guy tried his best in acting polite when he nodded at her, while helping her in disembarking the chopper. He was courteous in telling her to follow him and she realized that they were in a private beach. Psyche's mouth gaped opened when she saw the bluest of blue sea and white sand.

She was walking behind Victor when she spotted Richard Armani from afar, while he was surrounded by large lights, clicking cameras and people who she guessed were staff of the June Bride and Groom magazine. Seeing the man seated comfortably, while a woman was applying airbrush spray makeup on him, had her heart somersaulting and she wished she can help herself not to. From a distance, Psyche can tell that Richard Armani was wearing an off-white groom attire, while his hair was styled brushed up. And yes... Damn... the guy looked so dashing... so much handsomer compared to the last time she saw him. Psyche knew that she can stare at him all day long and she won't get enough of him. Good saint, what the hell's happening to her?

Richard Armani was busy browsing his laptop and the makeup artist who was done spraying something on his hair, distanced herself and faced the other staff, while she was giggling and silently mouthing to them ' Oh my Gee! He's so freakin' hot! '. Then Psyche saw the other female staff gave the Vice President an eye that spoke of their desire to get the guy's precious attention. The Richard Armani's effect on women. Viral. Obviously, that got her too. Unfortunately. Psyche slightly frowned at herself and wondered how could she ever betray herself this way? This is so unfair.

She was still walking, feeling awful about herself, when she realized that Richard Armani was already looking at her direction. He was thickly staring at her without a shame, wearing that same handsome poker face she had come to be so familiar with. Richard Armani looked away and once again, busied himself browsing his laptop the moment she stopped and stood beside him. But he didn't even offer her signs that he'll greet her anytime soon. Just like that, he began typing something on his laptop while ignoring her as if she was non-existent. Psyche suddenly felt humiliation running all over her cheeks. He was deliberately ignoring her! The arrogance! Psyche gritted her teeth in silence. She felt stupid standing there in silence with a paper bag and folders on her hands, but the man was not moving to even begin acknowledging her presence. When she felt that people started looking at her direction, maybe wondering who the hell was she, standing beside Richard Armani, looking like a total idiot, Psyche grunted and spoke.