The Rose: Mistaken Identity (Book 1 of THE ROSE Pentalogy) COMPLETED

CHAPTER 0003

CHAPTER 0003

Zeffa's POV

Hindi ko pa rin maintindihan hanggang ngayon kung bakit nagagalit sa akin ang mga babae kapag sinisita ko sila dahil sa ugali nila. Kailangan ba talaga niyang mag iskandalo sa loob ng restaurant? Sa totoo lang, kanina ko pa gustong umalis sa date na yon, but I have to at least pretend I was listening to her para naman medyo tumagal ang usapan namin. At higit sa lahat, para hindi nanaman kumalat ang balita na tumagal lang nang 'HI' – 'HELLO' ang date ko.

I don't like her, all the time she was trying to seduce me. Bakit kailangan niyang magsuot ng napaka iksing damit and even asked me kung maganda daw ba yung necklace na binili niya sa France? If I know, gusto lang naman niyang titigan ko and hinaharap niya. Sinusubukan pa niya ang pagkalalake ko, she was using her feet as an instrument. And get this; she was rubbing it against my legs! Napansin niyang hindi ako natutuwa sa pinag gagawa niya kaya tumigil siya, makuha siya sa tingin. She's not even my type in the first place; I was even being nice to her. Pasalamat siya tumagal nang 10 minutes yung date namin. Seriously, calling me baby, love and honey is just so disgusting.

After that lame excuse for a 'date', I immediately went to the office. I have to attend a meeting, a very important meeting. Far more important than that rubbish date I had. They waited for me at the entrance hall. Why? Because they cannot, should not, start without me.

Why?

Because I am Zeffa.

I hate red carpets and all the 'awkward' formality that comes with it. But what can I do? If that's the consequence I have to face for being an heir, so be it.

Few minutes before dismissing the meeting, I rushed on signing everything that needs to be signed so I can go home already. You might have asked yourself, 'If the meeting was so important, how come it only lasted for a few minutes?' That's because after the higher ranking officers presented me their ideas (that I would reject soon), the meeting was all about me speaking, and it was all about them listening. So, if they are being paid by simply sitting, I don't need hours to reject their ideas and approve mine, right?

"Hi Zeffa, the last time we had a date, I forgot to ask your mobile number. I thought it would be nice if we at least know each other's number, so here I am!" I heard a person say when I was at the parking lot.

I stared at her for a moment to recall her face. Namiss interpret niya, akala niya nagandahan ako sa kanya. May payuko-yuko pa siyang nalalaman, umaastang mahiyain. I lifted her chin using my pen para makita ko yung mukha niya. Augh, nagblublush na siya. I stared at her more, and I was right, she was my date last week. Tumagal yung date namin nang 5 minutes, not bad, but she's not my type. Although I have to admit, she is beautiful. The most beautiful woman I've dated so far. Her eyes were small and slanted, her nose has given her a striking side profile, her upper lip is naturally larger than her lower lip, and she has a porcelain white skin. Yes, she is stunning, and yes, I reject real beauties, so what?

Things I remember about her:

· The way she scratches her eyelids, resulting for her makeup to wear off.
· The way she would pull down her skirt to cover her legs.
· And the way she would tighten her coat to cover her front.

She is obviously not used to this, so what's the act?

"Why would I give you my mobile number?" I asked her.

"A-Aren't you interested in me?" Sabi ko na nga ba. Mga babae talaga, tinanong niya ako noon kung maganda siya, I distastefully said yes, utos yun ni Mama, pero hindi ko akalaing dahil dun iisipin niyang gusto ko siya.