Metamorphosis

Surprises

I am just a girl who never had a serious relationship. I don't think I had one too with my parents because all they do is work, and load themselves with lots of it. While I, their only daughter, never had time for them too until I graduated and pursued our company, for they forced me... Pretty much. Even though I had been in the company as COO, I still kept that rebellious side of mine at twenty-two--- that side I have since I was in college.

I party hard and drink alcohol, however, I never tried smoking, drugs, or even had intercourse. I couldn't even admit to myself that I am 'that' attractive just like the girls on TV and yet, many guys are coming on to me... My friends even say that I could get any guy I want, it's just I am too picky, others say that it's because I studied from different Catholic schools that's why I am so 'conservative'. These guys keep on sending me colorful bouquets of flowers, expensive sweets, or even offer me a ride home but, all those guys are busted because I believe that they only want one thing from a girl, and that is sex.

How can I say such things? My dad cheated on my mom, twice ( he left his mistresses all alone by themselves, I'm pretty sure he impregnated one of them, hopefully not), and I just find it hideous my friends crying to me because their beaus broke up with them after their 'wonderful night' together. Since I am the kindest and most honest friend they could ever have, I always tell them, "Remember, love is just an emotional piece of shit. Get over it." Maybe I am exaggerating a bit but, let's just say, after guys get what they want, they just leave a girl crying. And let me tell you, it is not easy to comfort a girl. A crying one, nonetheless. So why bother with love if it never lasts? I cannot believe I just song-quoted Taylor-freaking-Swift. Yeah, this is me, the stubborn Zoey Milanos, who abhors most guys. Oh, the 's' is silent, therefore, you pronounce it as Mee-lah-noh.

Moving on, if you think that I have no heart, well you're wrong... There is this guy, really. His name is Troy Tiu. I like him. Hell yeah. I don't know I am just captivated by his eyes. I remember, one time, he was looking at me, seriously, I swear to God his eyes were on me, and I was expecting that he would get my number during our business meeting with various companies. Guess what? He didn't. Shocker. I tried to get his attention after that day, but he just continued to ignore me. Luckily, we will have a corporate dinner three days from now and I'm really looking forward to this one.

This may sound creepy but I honestly did a background check on him. He came from Ateneo de Manila University since he was a little innocent critter. Ugh, Management Engineering. Half-Chinese. Family owns a great company.

My eyes are so eager to look at him. His pair of chinito brown orbs are so captivating. Those amazing lips, ugh. His body is killing me. Everything about him is perfect. Wanting more, I even had to ask some of our mutual friends on how he is a boyfriend or maybe to a girl, and they all told me, he never had a girlfriend or gave attention to them. I got his number by the way, but he never answered any of my calls or text messages. I think he's playing it the hard way, we'll play it the hard way then because the Zoey Milanos gets what she wants.

On my way home after I bought a blue cocktail dress detailed with a few rhinestones and wrapped with a black ribbon on the waistline so I have something to wear on our dinner tomorrow. I am dead hungry because I had to find the perfect dress for him to notice me more. I decided to drop by a restaurant for dinner. Thank the good Lord, I saw him... alone. Believe me, this is purely coincidental. I am not a stalker! So should I approach him, heck yes, I should!

I grabbed my keys as I saw a guy come at Troy, and he is a little older than him. Troy smiled warmly at the guy and he held his hand---

their hands intertwined.

Shit, I muttered and I immediately evacuated the restaurant then went home. I might be wrong... But with what I heard with him not interacting that much with women, and gosh, holding hands with a guy?

Good Lord. Is he.. gay?

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