It Will End In A Kiss

A Party

(ZANE AKAGE)

I followed Gilbert inside the room I rented in this hotel resort. An hour ago, I feel elated signing a contract saying I will invest money on this place...now, I just want to burn this whole place down.

Who would have thought that we will encounter Gilbert's sister here?

"I will just change my clothes and I will go out again to meet Lydia..."

"No," I said to cut Gilbert's words and planning. "I think we need to talk first..."

Gilbert turned around to face me. "Later," he said.

"No. Right now..." I scowled at him. "Are you listening to me? I said we will talk..."

"I have no time..."

My scowl deepened. "Pet," I said in a cold and even tone. Gilbert finally received the message, his expression changing. From hyped planning to deep annoyance. I sighed inwardly. I always knew that Gilbert hates the word "pet". That's why I used it so he will focus on me.

Well, he may look annoyed but it won't change anything. "We are not here for you to meet your sister. You are not here to meet anyone. You are here to serve as my assistant..."

"I will file for a sick leave." Gilbert said.

I laughed at him, he is being ridiculous after all. "You are not in a position to take sick leave. You are not the type of employee that can demand one." I took two steps closer to him. "You are no employee. You are my slave..."

Gilbert stared into my eyes. "Your slave? Am I really your slave? If so, then why help my family...?"

"It's in my best interest to help them..."

"It's in your best interest to keep us all in the ground. Under your feet," Gilbert's face steeled in stubbornness. "If you really want slaves, you should have buried us into poverty harder..."

"And where's the fun in that?" I asked sardonically. "I have your sister's gratitude. Your mother probably prays for my soul every night because I am being good to her son and his family. For years, I have been deceiving them. Lying about your status. Making them believe you are abroad, with a fancy job, living in a luxurious place with me..."

"You also gave my family a house. A business to get them started. You helped my sister finish her studies and even helped her to get a decent job that she loves. You also send them money and pictures of me every month. Emails and messages to assure them that I am right..."

"All plan of my rouse..."

"You are soft," Gilbert sneered at me. He closed the distance between us. Our bodies almost touching. Gilbert tilted his head, his dark warm brown eyes boring into my face. "If I didn't know any better, I will think you have a heart that can feel mercy."

I felt my anger rising. "Don't push me, Gilbert. I still have people close to your family..."

"Why did no one told you that Lydia is here in Tagaytay?" Gilbert inclined his head to the side, his face a mask of curiosity. "If you have people near my family, near Lydia, shouldn't someone tipped you that my sister is here?"

Yes. Someone should have. But a miscommunication happened and I am mad about that. But really, who would have thought that the bank where Lydia is working has a team building workshop here in Tagaytay? They have been here since Thursday.