Maven and Adrianna were like the sun and the moon. Their paths were meant to cross but not to sync eternally.
Both from prominent wealthy families separated by hatred and vendetta, they should've left it at that. But fate has a funny way to let them...
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MavenDeTalavera uploaded a picture—Was the first thing that notified me the moment I've connected with the wifi.
When I clicked on it, it was a picture of us together in front of the fountain of a Disney Castle, under the lights of fireworks. It was beautiful, enchanting even. It made me reminisce that moment while my eyes stayed glued to the screen.
It captured the magic I have felt when I was with Maven, not only in that picture alone but every time we were together. It was a picture that spoke volumes of unspoken love affair, hidden in secret.
His arm was around me while I leaned my head on his broad shoulder. We were hidden by the dim light, save by the fireworks that illuminated our silhouette and shadows. It was sweet and, except for our back, there was nothing that gave away of who I was.
Nonetheless, it didn't deter the nervousness I felt that somebody might recognize us somewhere. I scrolled down the comments to make sure and I saw ...
____________________________________________ ChelseaDT: Sino kasama mo cous? You don't usually travel alone ha? MavenDeTalavera: Si special friend TimDT: You're hiding her from us? This is rich @MigzDT @EnzoDT @CJ_deTalavera @JaredDeTalavera @VincedeTalavera EnzoDT: This is a first! When can we meet her? MavenDeTalavera: I'm too selfish for that JaredDeTalavera: Lastog's officially whipped @MiggyDT @EnzoDT @DeTalaveraToffer @TimDT @LloyddeTalavera @EloisaDT @DeTalavera_Vlad MavenDeTalavera: Luk dit mo! Tag pa ng buong angkan
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And when I noticed that he was online, I quickly called him over skype.
"Maven! What the hell!! Inupload mo?!"
Sans of makeup, I was dressed in a worn-out shorts and a white boho top, my hair pulled into a rough messy bun. And here was Maven, half-naked, showcasing every starkly muscled inch of his chest and that tattoo on his arm while he sat leaning by the head board of the bed. I tried not to stare at the sight of him, and the display of his the hard ridges in his abdomen and ropes of corded muscles over his arms, but it was distracting.
I grimaced when I saw his face. The slightly flushed face and that too-wide grin over his lips meant only one thing--he was trashed, shit-faced even. "And you're drunk"
I noticed how his eyes had that very interested glint despite being hooded, making him appear sleepy. He sent me sidelong smile as his face crowded over the camera, "Relax lang baby. Konti lang." He said, rubbing his thumb and pointy finger and squinting at it as if to say how little it was he had consumed, "Konting konti lang naman" He shrugged, which was infuriating.
"Maven, you chose to upload it over the IG. You got almost two hundred thousand followers!" I shook my head at him as he gave me this wide-eyed, ear-to-ear grin, innocent look, obviously trying to appeal to my growing temper.
