Athena's POV
It's been more than two months since the divorce was approved. The moment I signed the papers, I went here in the Philippines in order to supervise the building of my new property, a resort in La Union, particularly in San Juan.
Tyler wanted us to have equal share on the properties and wealth but I declined. I don't want to be judged as a gold digging bitch. I have my own money and it's more than sufficient for me. Furthermore, I think, he should give it to his son. If you ask me about them, I'll answer you with a big "No Idea.", for I specifically ordered my secretary not to tell me news about them.
And now, here I am packing my things because everything is going well here so I can leave peacefully and go back in New York. Yes. I didn't come here to hide from them. I'm not a coward. Although, I'll admit that I cried. Of course, I loved that asshole of a man. 'Loved or love?' 'Whatever'.
If you're wondering about Derek, he and I are still friends despite what happened and him confessing that I'm the one that 'he wanted to get and bring to France". In fact, he became my bestfriend. He went back to France a week after the incident and we reamined in touch, thanks to wifi.
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"How's your trip?" Derek hugged and asked me upon my arrival at the airport. Oh! I forgot to inform you that he knew my come back and decided to come back here as well.
"Just fine." I shrug. We began walking to his car. Him, pushing the cart which consists of my luggages.
"Where's my peselubong?" He inquired.
"It's pa-sa-lu-bong, you idiot." I giggled.
"Hey! No need to be rude now! Remember, I'm carrying your heavy luggages!" He whined and acted like he's having difficulty in putting my things inside his car's compartment.
"OA!" I said then continued giggling then sat on the shotgun and waited for him.
Well, 'pasalubong' is a Filipino language, that means 'a thing or things that you bought from where you've been which you will give for someone.' We cannot exactly call it like souvenir because pasalubong can be in the form of food as well.
"What?" He asked cluelessly after sitting on the driver's seat.
"OA stands for overacting, an expression of the Filipinos." I stated.
"Oh..." He nodded like he just discovered an answer in a difficult math problem. He started the car then looked at me. "Now, where's my paselubong?" I rolled my eyes at him. In fairness, he almost pronouced the word without slang, almost.
"You're so kulit." And I shook my head as we enter the national highway road. (Kulit is a characteristic, where one is so keen in asking something for many times even though they were told no or declined, they keep on insisting what they want, sometimes it's cute, especially, from children, but at times, annoying.
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Ding, dong....
I stood and opened the door.
"You ready to party, baby?" I smirked.
"You tell me, am I?" I raised my right brow and gestured my body by my right hand. He looked me up and down.
"I think you'll do." He said and nodded like convincing himself that I am. I narrowed my eyes at him. He put his hands up. "Okay! Okay! You're sizzling hot."
"Whatever, de la Vega." I walked past him and entered his car.
"Hey!" He ran, sat on the driver's seat and we headed to the club. I opened the radio and we sang happily with the music.
I am wearing a sleeveless, apple green, tight dress which is crisscrossed in the chest above my breasts and in my middle, hence the sides of my waist are showed, that stops midthigh, with a shining, silver stiletto. My hair is up on a messy bun with wavy trendils. For my face, I have a winged eyeliner and ruby red lipstick. I also have my set of white gold jewelries, butterfly with diamomds design.
On the other hand, Derek is in a white button down shirt, black jeans with white and black rubber shoes.
"Let's party!" He announced and I observed that we're already in our destination.
"I missed it! It's been ages since the last time I went clubbing!" I squealed like a teenage girl. We laughed and got out of the car. We stand at the back of the long line, but then the bouncer recognized me and politely gestured for us to enter. I thanked him then we headed inside. Perks of being the fourth wealthy and ex-wife of the most wealthy man in the state, yeah?
"What are you having?" Derek asked when we sat on the couch in the VIP room, second floor .
"Five shots of tequila please." Then he went at the bar. I looked at the dance floor below through the glass wall.
"Here you go!" Derek put the tray on our table. He got five shots of something as well. "Cheers!" We clink our glasses and gulp them. "Hooh!" I giggled.
"Let's drink it all then dance!" And we did.
Twenty minutes later...
"Come on!" I stood and pulled Derek to the dance floor. We danced for about seven songs after I excused myself and headed to the bar. He went to a pretty, red head girl and started dancing with her. I giggled then began my way to the bar.
"One shot of tequila please..." I slurred to the bartender, while doing my best not to fall on the bar counter.
"You're drunk." I heard someone said on my right ear. I turned to face him but I passed out before I could.
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March 19, 2018- 8:12pm
Hope you like it. Sorry it's short. I'm getting dizzy writing, so it's all I can for now.
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