I Want You

Chapter Three

CHAPTER THREE

His Fiancée

 

June 1, 2010. Tuesday. Ivan had finally woken up. Aimee was at the school. She needed to work. After her classes in the afternoon, she went to the hospital directly. 

Ramil was already there when Aimee arrived. Ivan still couldn’t talk but she could see in his eyes that he was so thankful to Ramil. 

Aimee had her own private time with her brother. 

Ramil was still outside the ICU when she went out. “Good thing you are still here, sir.” 

“It’s Ramil,” he corrected her. He found Aimee very sexy in her black pinstriped jacket over a light pink low square neck top and dress pants. 

“I need to talk to you about the bills, Ramil,” she told him. 

He replied, “Yes but let’s not talk about it here. Let’s go somewhere else so we can talk privately.” 

“Okay,” she uttered.

Ramil led their way out. They were just silent all throughout. They rode in the back seat of his black luxurious sports car driven by his driver/bodyguard. 

Ramil had brought her to his penthouse. They talked in his library/study room. 

She was comfortably seated on the couch in the sitting area opposite him. A maid served them coffee. 

“So, let’s talk about the bills. How will you pay me?” Ramil asked her. His back was comfortably leaning on the back of the couch and his arms side wards rested on top of it. 

Aimee said with poise, “I won’t be able to pay you right away. So, will you allow me to pay you in installment basis?” 

Ramil insisted, “I told you I’m not asking you to pay but you’re insisting.” 

Aimee replied, “But there could be some way in which I can pay you. I’m willing to work for your accounting firm without pay.” 

Ramil was quite pleased with her, “Actually I have something in mind. It’s specifically the reason why I brought you here in my penthouse.” 

“Okay, tell me,” Aimee replied. 

“I want you to be my wife,” he said straight to the point. 

Aimee was shocked, “What?!” 

He explained, “I already told Charles that Ivan is my future brother-in-law that’s why I’m helping you. When Charles saw you last Saturday at the hospital with me, he thought you were one of my flings. You might be aware that I have this bad playboy image and I’m constantly being followed by paparazzi. It would only take a few more days until they found out that I’m helping you. Things would definitely go array and your name would be dragged.” 

Aimee replied, “It still doesn’t make any sense. There’s no need for you to marry me just to protect my reputation.” 

“I have so much respect for your brother as well as for you. Your reputation doesn’t deserve to be marred just because of me.  You’re pretty and people around me would definitely think that I’m sleeping with you even if I deny it,” he explained. 

Aimee asked, “Who else knew?” 

“Charles and his wife Sofia,” he answered. “Sofia is a lifestyle and entertainment editor of Filipinas Daily Inquirer. She would have our relationship known in the papers tomorrow and you’ll be known not merely as my girlfriend but rather as my future wife.”