Temptation

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Vernon's POV

Incoming call...

Trash

I received the call.

"Hey sweetie, what's up?"

"Hi baby. You know I'm not feeling well. It would be really nice of you to come over and give me a huge hug"

"Oh honey, I have some work"

"Aww, what work?"

"I have to leave the town for a while. It's urgent. I'll be back"

"But wh--"

I ended the call.

I couldn't wait to set it all up. I have to go there. No matter whatever happens. This is important more than anything else.

...

As I stepped out of my car, I was surprised. The place was so different back then. Not sure if they still live here. But let's get back what you deserve.

I knocked the door. There was no answer at the beginning. I knocked again. The door opened.

Those eyes in front of me grew wider at my sight.

"What do you want?" the voice spoke.

My heart raced. I lost all my confidence right at that moment. I didn't know how to speak, as if I've lost all my words.

"C-can I c-come in?" I gulped as I finally got to see the person standing right in front of me, the one whom I've waited for the last 3 years.

"My apologies, my boyfriend's inside. I can't let you in at the moment," she looked sideways and then scanned me head to toe.

"B-boyfriend?" I paused at her words. No more words were coming out. I opened my mouth to say something, but I held it back, unaware of what I'd say.

"Yes. I hope you're have a good time with your rich, beautiful, gorgeous wife-to-be. You may take your leave, sir," she was about to slam the door, when I stopped it with my foot.

She half-opened the door and frowned at me.

"Wha--"

"Abella, I'll wait," I said with all my guts up my mouth. My throat was growing drier. I haven't felt so nervous in years. It was when I felt this feeling when she left our house after the incident. I was really really nervous.

She stared at me.

"Right. You'll wait. For a middle class working girl like me. Vernon will leave a rich, woman with high standards to chase a countryside woman. How believable it is. Listen, Mr. Vernon Davis. You might think me a fool, but I'm not. I know what people of your standards are capable of. You are here for no other reason but to tempt me using the new fame and wealth you've gained. Seriously? Life is so easy for you Vernon Davis? There are thousands of woman with the desire to have you as their husband. Why don't you go pick one? Huh?"

"Abella I--"

"No seriously. I'm not wasting my time here, joking around with you. I know you're rich, I know you can afford everything you want in this world. But your money can't buy my heart," she panted.

I looked down at my feet, replaying each and every single word she just said. I felt as if thousands of sharp knives just struck deep into my flesh and organs.

She stood there with the door wide open.

"Abella. I know what I've done. I even admit that I always had such sinful intentions whenever I was around girls. You didn't make me feel any different. But when you left, I felt myself rotting inside, day by day. I couldn't feel myself anymore. And there, my dad dies in some stupid bomb blast on his flight. And then? I had nothing. I lost my mom, my dad, now I'm almost on the verge of losing you, until you change your mind. I promise, all this fame, money, wealth, class, reputation, these are nothing. I'm doing this for my dad. To keep up my dad's name and legacy through mine. All of these have nothing to do with my feelings for you. Trust me. This once. I've been waiting for the right time to come to you for the last 3 years," I wept, clenching my jaws.

She stood there with a blank expression on her face.

"I'll wait, Abella. For you. As long as it takes"