Masked Pleasure (BxB) ✔

Chapter 39 [Possession]

Sometimes it takes for you to almost lose someone before you realize how much they really mean to you. Troy lost me, so maybe now he's struggling because he has just realized how much I mean to him.

I want to admit that he still means to me, but that's it. I'm done. Our love story was done. Wala na akong lakas ng loob na muling sumubok sa isang bagay na nagdulot lang sa akin ng sakit. Ika nga nila, never run back to whatever broke you.

"Good morning, Senyor!" Bati ni manong security guard nang pagbuksan niya ako ng glass doors. Tumango ako sa kanya at naglog-in sa scanner.

Napatingin ako sa gawi ng lobby, actually I am expecting to see Troy there but much to my dismay he is not here today. Where possibly is he? Hindi kaya bumalik na siya ng Pilipinas? Nasaktan ba siya sa mga sinabi ko? Napagtanto na ba niyang wala siyang pag-asa sakin? Na hindi na ako babalik sa kanya?  Na ang kapatid ko talaga ang mahal niya at hindi ako?

"Uhm, where is.. did you possibly see a man here, uhm tall, masculine, handsome and Filipino-looking. He was here few days ago." Tinuro ko pa ang sofa na madalas inupuan ni Troy noong narito siya.

"You mean your novio? No senyor I did not see him today." Naubo ako nang marinig ang akusasyon ni manong. Of course, ipinakalat nga pala ni Troy dito noong isang araw na boyfriend ko siya.

Nakuntento na ako sa sagot ni manong. Maybe, he really left Barcelona. Then good for him. I hope he finds his happiness. I should get back to my own life and stop worrying about useless things. I must move forward.

"Good morning!" Bati ni Ysmael nang makasalubong ko siya. Sinubukan kong hanapin ang cubicle ni Trevor ngunit mukhang hindi pa siya dumarating.

"Where is Mr. Salvatorre?" Napatigil sa ginagawa si Ysmael nang tanungin ko siya. Nagtataka kung bakit bigla akong nagkaroon ng interes kay Trevor.

"He's not here yet, should I call him?"

"Yes please. Later in my office. Gracias."

Binati ako ni Jasmin nang makarating ako sa aking opisina. The smell of the air conditioner attacked my nostrils. Binalikan ko ang mga papeles na hindi ko natapos kahapon. Malapit nang magkatapusan ng buwan kaya inaasahan na ang company brochures and catalogs. Inuumpisahan ko na rin ang issue for the next month.

Finished and revised na ang lahat ng articles, ang kulang nalang ay ang photography para sa backgrounds and covers. I called one of the on-site company photographer and asked her about the outputs.

"I'm so sorry, Symon. But one of the male models is sick that's why the shooting was delayed. But we are currently working on it now." Kapag ganitong nagkakaroon ng delay, dapat maaga pa lang ay ni-notify na agad nila ako. I can call someone that might help them.

"Where are you now?"

Isinulat ko sa isang sticky note ang address ng studio nila. I don't have much work to do today dahil ang mga litrato nalang ang kulang. Bago ako makalabas ng opisina ay nakasalubong ko si Trevor na aktong tutungo sana sa aking opisina.

"Mr. Salvatorre!" Ngumiti ako ngunit unti-unti ding napawi nang hindi ko nakitaan ng pagkagalak ang kanyang ekspresyon.

"Ysmael said you called for my presence? How can I help you?" He asked in a very formal tone like we did not hang out yesterday like friends. Now, he acts cold.

"I just.. want to say sorry about what happened yest---"

"It's okay. That's all, Sir?" Napakunot ang aking noo sa kalituhan. Why is he suddenly acting so distant? Parang kahapon lang ay nasasakyan niya ang mga kalokohan ko. Huli kaming nagkita doon sa chinese restaurant mula nang...