It Will End In A Kiss

Surprise Visit

(GILBERT)

My hands fisted without me being fully aware of it. All I know is I am holding Master Zane's white long sleeved business shirt with a smudge of light foundation on it and a distinct smell of cherry flavored lip balm.

Two weeks. It's been two weeks since that memorable vacation we had in Tagaytay where I met my sister Lydia again after being separated from my family for neigh eight years.

We had constant communications now, me and my family. Only two nights ago, Lydia and I had a video call session. I got to say hello to my mother and told them that I sent the money for their plane tickets so they can come to Manila to see me.

Lydia replied that she will buy the tickets next week and they will fly to see me that same week.

My family...I miss them and I am eagerly looking forward to seeing my mother in the flesh again and meet Lydia's wonderful boyfriend, Arthur.

But they are not the focus of my attention now. It's this shirt. This blasted, foundation and lip balm stained, shirt.

Who is it? Who got close to Zane Akage that he or she left marks on my employer's shirt? Who is it...I need to know.

It's been two weeks. Two long weeks. Fourteen days. 336 hours. 20,160 minutes. Those were the figures. The time. The hours and minutes...

Since the last time Zane Akage touched me with sexual intent.

I methodically opened the lid of the automatic washing machine we got. I slowly dropped every white item on the washing tub. Closed the lid again and started pressing buttons to start the whole washing process.

I stared at the clear door of the washing machine. My eyes laser focused on the shirt I held awhile ago. Spinning round and round with the other colorless laundry. Swimming with the water and laundry soap I specifically picked because Master Robin loved the subtle and not over powering smell of that soap.

That shirt...it's mocking me.

Who is it? To whom does the foundation and lip balm belong to? Why will those items touch my employer's clothes? Why?

A doomlike sense of peace settled in me as I thought of one valid reason why Zane Akage's shirt will sport some foundation and lip balm.

Zane Akage held someone close to his body. He hugged someone, someone who uses light foundation and cherry flavored  lip balm. He touched someone else. Held someone close. Possibly kiss that person as well. Probably took that person to bed.

Zane Akage is fucking someone else.

That's why he is not touching me anymore.

I heard a laugh echoing on the laundry room. I realized the laugh came from my own lips. Zane Akage found someone else to sate his lust with. He is fucking someone else. He couldn't get it for free from me anymore, so he looked for someone else. He probably didn't need to look for long. Zane Akage probably found one to fuck easily. He easily replaced me.

Bastard!

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Carrying two medium sized paper bags with food I packed for lunch and a thermos of coffee, I strode confidently through the hallway of Akage Bank Headquarter.

People looked at me as I pass by but there was no confusion on their faces. The employees here know me. My position and value to Master Zane and Master Robin. Some of them bowed and greeted me politely. I gave them small smiles and polite greetings back.

But my goal is clear. I am here to see the COO of Akage Banks.

Zane Akage.

The COO's office is on the top floor of this ten floor building. The Akages own this building but they only use the top three floor. The other they rent out as office and business spaces. There are restaurants and fast food chains on the lower floors, as well as cafes and some clothing stores.