The Bad Boy's First Lady

TBBFL 34: Her Story

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CIELO MONTEZ

"Stupid frog," I mumbled, stabbing the poor animal's tummy. It was probably not the proper way to dissect it, but I was pissed to say the least.

Chancer hadn't been talking to me these past few days, only glaring at the guys who were talking to me, or staring at me when he thought I wasn't looking. Losing my mind was definitely not on my to-do list, but with Chancer acting like a jerk, it seemed like I wouldn't have much choice in the matter.

I was so busy continuously stabbing the frog like a deranged lunatic that I didn't hear Zion calling out my name.

"Oi, Cielo. We're dissecting frogs, not butchering them."

"Wait, huh?" I refrained from my assault to look at the person who'd stopped me. Zion was shaking his head, an amused grin on his lips.

"I didn't know you had such strong passion for frogs," he commented as he pointed at the animal, which was now barely recognizable with its dismembered parts.

Cringing at what I had done to the innocent being, I said a silent prayer asking its forgiveness and hoping that it was resting in peace wherever it was.

I sighed and cleaned up the mess I had created.

"Chancer problems?" Zion asked.

"Something like that," I replied, wiping the blood from the table with tissues. Zion didn't have to ask me if Chancer was the one causing me problems. It had always been him from the very start, so why had he even bothered asking?

"Anyways, do you want to hear about the rest of the book?"

I stopped wiping and glanced at him. Was he talking about the book Primera Dama? I thought he'd already told me the whole story. "Weren't you already finished telling me?"

He sent me an apologetic look, and shook his head. "Not really. I got lazy so I didn't continue." Zion scratched his nape. "Sorry."

I glared at him. "So you're telling me the story didn't end with the male protagonist being miserable and stuff because he met his first lady?"

Again, he shook his head. "Not quite. Yes, he was miserable and stuff like what you said but it wasn't because of the first lady herself."

I raised a brow at him in question. "So why was he miserable then? How come she was his downfall when she wasn't even the one making him feel that way in the first place?"

Zion grinned and flicked me on the forehead, making me narrow my eyes at him. "The male protagonist lived his whole life with darkness, Cielo. Yes, he got the money, the women, the fame, but it never made him whole. So imagine when this crazy bundle of joy barged into his life, bringing him a light he'd never expected to see."

I got more confused. "That's a good sign right? She made him happy, so why was he miserable?"

"That's the point, Cielo. She was making him feel things he wasn't used to. With her, he was touched; he felt care, he felt joy, he felt love. He felt all sorts of things that lead him trembling with fear. So he did the only thing he could do— he pushed her away."

I restrained myself from banging my head to the nearest wall because of what I heard. That was beyond awful and stupid. How could a man do such thing when the lady's only intention was to make him happy?