Promiscuous (Who's the slut?)

Chapter Nineteen

I woke up in a strange bed. With a stranger on the side. I couldn't breathe at first. My head is terribly pounding. What happened last night? It was like a deja vu. A repeat performance of what transpired a year ago. Damn. Why does it have to haunt me, over and over?

The only difference this morning is, nothing happened. I remembered him going off in the shower room while I changed clothes, and slept.

I slowly opened one good eye to see an arm slumped across my stomach. One thigh was anchored on my hip. I was wearing a man's oversized shirt. Not any man but his. I always kinda felt sexy first thing in the morning.

Now I know why I couldn't breathe. This heavy man was almost pinning me down. He was snoring softly. No, loudly, because it was close to my ear. He was a big bear of a man.

I tried to sit up, the arm tightened around me possessively. I stared at him. I had this ironic feeling of having known Rave like forever when in truth it's only a week since he became my bodyguard. I traced my finger to his closed eyes, to the black, thick, always-furrowing-brows of his, the ridge of his pointed nose. He had sculted jaws.

And to his kissable lips... I giggled. He squeezed my waist.

"You're already awake." I whispered.

He fumbled for the alarm clock on the bedside table. "8:15 am. You shouldn't have been sleeping this long."

It didn't take long for his words to register in my mind.

I made face. "If you'll just let me go, I would have made us breakfast." I winced. Breakfast? I knew a little about cooking eggs. When I grew up in the states with my mother, she was always in charged in the kitchen. I sighed sadly.

He stood up, still with his jeans hanging on his hip. I yawned and stretched my arms, in doing so the oversized shirt hiked a few inches up my thighs. I followed his trail of vision.

"Can't you wear something decent?" One brow went up at the disdain in his voice.

I smiled too sweetly. He's affected. "Good morning to you, too Rave dahlin'" I mockingly walked past him and brushed my hand to his arm. I heard him groan. There was an evil gleam in my eyes.

"Witch." I laughed.

I chagrined when I opened the refrigerator just to find none. Only eggs. I cracked three and made a sunny side up.

"Breakfast's ready. Fried rice and eggs." Sooo... easy.

He was always quiet. Not really passive nor talkative. He ate in silence. I was waiting for the verdict when he gave none.

"What?"

"What what?"

"Is it good?" I rolled my eyes. He laughed aloud. I would have said something nasty when he waved his hand.

"Hey, even a ten-year old can cook this." I took the plate angrily one by one.

"I'm not yet finished eating.." He's now amused. Damn him. At my expense.

I started cleaning the dishes off the table. He was sipping his coffee while eyeing me intently. I could feel his gaze on my back.

"I have a maid here, she came here thrice a week. She's got to go to their province." So that explains the lack of necessities. I wasn't talking to him. I ignored him. He was... so impossible!

"How about your schooling?" I turned around to face him. I was still wearing his shirt.

I hadn't thought about that when I decided to be on my own.

I shook my head. "It's already summer vacation. Two months to fuss."

"I'm going out today. I have some errands that I've neglected." Just like that. He was gone in the room. I looked around. The place was very manly but with no paintings, or pictures that could give a clue or two if he has a family, a wife. A wife?!

Oh no.

He came out of the room with the basket of clothes in his arms. I bit my lower lip.

"Ahmmm..." I didn't know first thing about washing clothes.

The paparazzi would have laughed at me if they'd only see me... now. A maid. Achay. Yaya. Alila. Giving up was never a phrase in my vocabulary. BUT...

I groaned.

"When I came back. I wanted everything cleaned. Understood? Don't worry, we'll never have a problem when it comes to your salary." Arrrr... I gritted my teeth. My eyes glinted in exasperation and frustration. He would now pay me?...

He turned his back on me. I threw the box of coffee cream at him. It crashed on the door. Damn. I groaned loudly staring at the patches of white cream glittered on the tiled floor.

I've no idea how I could clean this room and wash these damn clothes. Laundry?

Good God. I hadn't thought I would ever be the same again. I almost cried when I saw the taint on my polished fingernails. It was 6 PM, but still no sign of Rave. I heard the intercom buzzing. I peeked at the peephole. Delivery man?

"Hello ma'am. Delivery..."

"Delivery? From?" Wow. Shakey's pizza. I smiled when he handed me the receipt and the box. "Thanks..." My stomach growled. I locked the door immediately.

I was going to open the box when I noticed the note sticked on top of it.

Ayokong papagutom ka...

It warmed my heart. So Rave hadn't forgotten that there's no food in the refrigerator. I didn't want to eat another egg, may it be scrumbled. He's such a sweet guy. Maybe he's not just showy.

And this is my favorite... four seasons! Yum. I was about to take another bite when I heard a buzz, again. Must be Rave! Woaaaah... Like a wife waiting for his husband late from work, huh?

I was so excited I didn't bother to peek in the peephole.

"Hello Ravey, baby...." Oh-kay... The woman's smile froze in place. Her arms hang suspended in the air at the thought that I was... Ravey, baby? Ewww.. Gross.

She looked at me insultingly from up and down. Well, I smiled too sweetly.

"Hi... you are looking for Rave..?" vey... baby. I was trying not to laugh.

"Yeah... who are you?" The woman is... beautiful. Tanned skin. A few inches shorter than I am. I arched my brow. Don't be rude Marie Claire...

"I'm Rave's s---"

"Oh..." Before I could finish my sentence she'd already entertained herself inside the room and kissed me on the cheek. I chagrined. The side of her lips smeared my cheek with red lipstick. Ewww... Yuck.

"He's found you. I'm glad." The animosity was gone. But her smile... it was.. it was.. something put in place. Not so genuine.

Found me? Has Rave been looking for me?

My heart started beating.

I reluctantly disengaged myself from her. "I don't know who you are. And I don't talk to strangers." I don't want to be b*tchy to Rave's not so good friends. Trying hard... you are Marie Claire. I rolled my eyes again. Of course, I should haven taken lessons from Laina about being good in front of everyone.

She extended one hand. "Is he here? I still have a jet lag. From New York." I could feel her scrutinizing me again.

"You've got blonde hair. And... american skin?" She took out a cigarette from her purse.

I rolled my eyes. It's not everyday you meet your best pal. She's a b*tch, I could see that. Hate at first sight. That's what I had for her.

She blew out a smoke. "I'm Tracy. Rave's fiancee."