Knowing What Love Is (COMPLETED ENGLISH VERSION) #RymSeries

Storm 15

Lyn Mansion

After devouring half a gallon of Oreo ice cream and four boxes of Hawaiian pizza, I returned to the poolside with my waterproof phone and earphones. I decided to sit at the edge of the pool, letting my feet dip into the water.

As I relaxed, I overheard some conversations among the maids:

"Even though she eats a lot, she doesn't seem to gain weight."

"She's such a sexy young lady."

"She's really beautiful, a spitting image of Donya Storm."

"I thought she'd be snobbish, but she's actually nice."

"She just doesn't know how to smile."

Their chatter left me wondering what they were talking about.

Once they were out of sight, I played my favorite song. I swung my legs in the water while humming along. Gradually, I found myself singing more of the song, even rapping along with G-Eazy's verse.

However, my good mood took a turn when I started thinking about my life and my family. I thought about how different things could have been if my mother hadn't turned her back on me and my sister. I couldn't see myself being like my sister; I imagined myself staying prim and proper like a princess. But reality was different. My mother's business and my sister were more important to her than I was. It frustrated me to no end.

With frustration boiling within me, I yanked the earphones out of my ears and threw them onto the poolside. The music continued playing, and in my annoyance, I tossed my phone into the water. The song's muffled sound played from beneath the water's surface.

"Your actions suggest you're angry, annoyed, and irritated," a familiar voice remarked, breaking into my thoughts.

"But your expression screams 'I don't care about the world or my life,'" he added sarcastically.

"Shut up," I retorted, glaring at him.

"Make me," he smirked.

"Arrogant jerk, where's Emerald?" I asked, my irritation still lingering.

"Where is she?" I repeated, hoping to get a straightforward answer.

"Grandma went to the newly-opened jewelry shop next to her favorite Chanel store at the mall, with your grandmother," he answered with a touch of annoyance. "Why do you even care?"

"I'm looking for my Lola."

"Oh, I thought you didn't give a damn about the people around you."

His response fueled my annoyance even more. "Cat got your tongue, huh?" he continued tauntingly.

"Stop pestering me, will you?" I snapped.

Ugh, why do I keep losing control and my temper around this guy?

I detested this feeling. Whoever named it, curse them.

"I'm going," he declared, starting to leave.

"I'm not asking," I shot back, standing up.

I walked over to where my robe was hanging and slipped it on. I lay down on the summer chair and put on my sunglasses.

"Staring is rude," I commented, removing my sunglasses and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Fuck," he muttered.

He gave me a thorough look, and I responded by crossing my arms and giving him a displeased look.

"Fuck it, you don't know what that does to a man. Go fucking change into an oversized shirt and pajamas."

"What's wrong with you?" I asked, taken aback by his sudden demands.

"My friends are coming over. I invited them for a pool party," he explained.

"So?" I questioned, not seeing the issue.

"I'm telling you to change into something decent and not show up in a bikini. No one's allowed to see you like that."

"I don't get you," I retorted.

"Wanna join me?" he suddenly asked, getting up from his chair and approaching me.

"Pardon?" I was caught off guard.

"Want to join us?"

"Didn't you just say you didn't want your friends to see me like this?" I teased.

"Wanna join me upstairs?" I continued, smirking. "You can help me remove my robe."

He leaned forward, whispering in my ear, "I can remove your robe here."

Rolling my eyes, I didn't dignify that with a response.

He pressed his face against my neck, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

"What are you doing?" I asked, my voice a whisper.

Ignoring my question, he slid his thigh between mine, and I could feel the hardness of his muscle against me. His breathing grew heavier, sending tingles through my body.

"Allow me," he whispered, starting to kiss my neck. I arched my back, feeling the sensation.

"You're so responsive. Am I allowed to do this?" he asked, his knee pressing into me as he cupped my ass.

I didn't answer but let out a moan.

"No," I finally whispered, breathless.

"Okay," he complied, gradually stopping the kisses. He squeezed my ass one last time before standing up, carrying me with him. I could feel the unmistakable bulge against me.

"Wanna eat?" he inquired, leaving me baffled. I responded, mentioning that I wanted a burger.

"Since you suggested it, why don't you make one for me? Besides, I'm only in a robe. Why is it so hot in the Philippines?" I complained.

We eventually made our way to the kitchen, where he set me down on the island.

"Take off your robe. You can use my shirt," he directed, and I followed his instructions, wearing his oversized shirt.

"Make it fast," I challenged, crossing my arms and raising an eyebrow at him.

"Tsk," he grumbled, starting to cook.

"I'm sleepy," I complained after an hour of silence. He cooked, and I watched him, I'm not really sleepy but not bored either. Watching him work in the kitchen was more interesting than I expected.

"Stop complaining, woman," he retorted, giving me an annoyed glance as he continued to plate the food.

"Can I take a picture of this?" I asked, and he nodded.

"Hand me your phone. I don't have mine."

After capturing photos of the food, we ate in silence. I thanked him afterward, acknowledging that the food was delicious.