The Bad Girl's Gentleman

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The Bad Girl's Gentleman

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PRESENT TIME

AROUND FIVE WEEKS AGO I MET BAZ. Nakakatawang isipin na ilang araw pa lang namin kilala ang isa't isa pero kami na. We can do the get-to-know part later. Importante, akin na siya. I don't know why but I like the thought that he is mine now. Alam ko namang hindi kami forever at nagpapalipas lang kami ng oras. But I don't know... it feels good.

I look at Baz who is driving on his seat right now. One hand on the wheel and the other I am holding. I was only given a number or chances and opportunities to get to like him enough to decide I want him to be mine. So far, this is the words I'd use to describe him: humble, sweet, gentleman, successful, (smoking) hot, and rich.

Hindi ko talaga alam kung bakit siya pumayag. Haha! I was bluffing earlier noong naisip ko na gusto niya din ako. I've seen a few signs when we were together for the second time. Here's what happened:

As Baz said four weeks ago, that was the first time he saw me sober. The second time we met was a week after my NSTP seminar.

As usual, it was a Friday and I was drunk. Yet again.

"Olivia!" pagkanta ko pagpasok ko. It was almost one in the morning. Nagtanggal ako ng sapatos at mabilis na pumlakda sa sofa. I didn't think I'd make it to the bedroom. Via came out of her room with her arms crossed on her chest. She hated it when I come home drunk. Anyway, sanay naman na siya.

"Where were you?"

Sasagot pa lamang ako nang taasan niya ko ng kamay.

"No, don't answer that. You have a big problem," sabi niya at binuksan ang laptop na nasa babasaging lamesa sa harap ko. "Since you were absent from Baz's interview, you are the one who needs to make the proposal. Bukas mo na ito ip-present. You have a meeting with Baz tomorrow, Gwen! Why are you drunk?!"

"I have a what-what tomorrow?" tanong ko sa kaniya. I couldn't even speak straight much less open my eyes.

"A meeting with Baz! We talked about this the day before!" inis na inis siyang nagpapapadiyak. Alam ko dahil naririnig ko ang bawat pagtama ng paa niya sa sahig. "Why are you so careless?"

"I'll take care of it," I laughed. I would just call him. Psh, why do I need to make a fucking proposal? Buti na lang talaga at kinuha ko number niya noong nilibre niya ko ng coffee. "Go away, Via. Get some sleep. I'll fix this. Don't worry."

Nagmamaktol at binalibag niyang sinarado ang pintuan ng kaniyang kwarto. Baka may PSM—PMS pala. I fumbled in my bag for my phone. Punyetang fingerprint scanner ayaw gumana. Bago ko pa maibato ang phone ko, miraculously, gumana na ang lintik na phone.

"Basil" ang nakalagay sa contact niya sa'kin at pikit-pikit ko pang pinindot ang pangalan niya. When I heard it was ringing I putted it on my ear. Kahit marinig ko palang ang pag-ring dumadagdag na ang hilo ko.

Baz answered on the fifth ring, "Gwen?"

I grinned even though I knew he couldn't see me. I could see him perfectly behind my closed eyes. "Hey, Baz."

"Why are you calling? It's one in the morning. Are you okay?"

"Oh, shush. I'm fine," I laughed. Fuck, do I sound drunk? What if because I'm drunk he won't accept the proposal? "What proposal am I supposed to present tomorrow?"

"W-what?" nagtataka niyang tanong.

"Proposal!! I am supposed to meet you tomorrow for it!"

"You mean for the sponsorship?"