I don't know how long I will be annoyed and jealous of his ex-flings who keep bugging me!
I saw him pick it up and put it in his pocket. He pulled me out of the gate.
"What!?"
He pulled me into the parking lot of the University.
"Damn you! Damn you!" I shouted as he closed the door.
I took my notebooks from his dashboard and threw them at him.
"Fuck! " he blushed when it hit his lip. The bottom of his lip bled.
Is that how soft he is? I took wet wipes from my bag and wiped his lips. He closes his eyes and leans back on the headrest.
"S-Sorry." I blamed myself because I knew I had been violent.
He took my hand away and took the wipes in my hand.
"Come here."
I felt a pain in my neck because I pulled the necklace earlier. He also looked down at my hand with Cassy's nail scratches.
He closed his eyes tightly, approached my neck, and kissed my small wound.
"You shouldn't have fought with her. "
His lip was even worse with a large cut because of the notebook I threw at him. He was even more worried about me.
I sighed and avoided it. "Your fault! You have a video of that leech! How long will you stop with Clinton? Because I'm always in pain! "
"It's been a long time. I've changed myself for you for a long time. I don't care about others because I only pay attention to you. I'm only to you."He held my hand. "The video has been around for a long time when I haven't seen you. When I haven't known you yet. Believe me, baby, I don't know her intentions in passing you that video!" He bit his lip and stared at me intently.
The look that does not lie, but pure honesty only.
Many emotions came to me. But only one prevailed. I love this man.
I hugged him tightly.
"I -I love you."
"I love you too."
I smiled. After the drama, I felt better. He was driving while I was checking his cell phone.
I blocked all the women in his contacts. I just left the number of his mother, Grethalia, and his cousins; his father's name was Wilfredo.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
He's wearing his white shirt and leg pants. He has no bling on his body like other men who still have watches. The only thing you can see on his body is the silver man's bracelet. That's pretty big and plain.
"I blocked all the leeches." I snorted and looked only at his cell phone.
I heard him chuckle. "Do what you want, baby."
"Where are we?"
We stopped on a street full of street foods.
"We're going to eat here."
"Here ?!" I almost shouted that.
"I mean you're eating that?"
He laughed. "Come on!"
He pulled me out. He ordered food from the vendor at barbecue meat.
And he knows the vendor. Does it mean he's always here?
"Oh? Your wife?" Mang Emil asked.
Clinton nodded and hugged me. "Soon to be my wife," he replied, even talking to Mang Emil.
He interacts with people who are poor and simple. Clinton, who can get everything in the blink of an eye, is doing well. I fall in Love even more.
Before nightfall, he drove me to my suite. Before I went to bed I took a half bath. I wore a strappy top and cotton shorts.
I was about to text Clinton when Papa called me.
"Hello?" I replied.
"Hija are you free tomorrow?" He asked.
"Yes, Dad, why?" I ask.
"Can you join me for lunch?"
I raised an eyebrow after a million years. He asked me for a lunch.
"Course, Dad. What are we talking about?"
I got curious. I know there is something wrong.
"I think It's time to meet your step-sister."
My heart pounded at what he said. I don't know if it's excitement or something else. All I know is that Dad had his first child four or three years ahead of me.
I can not wait to meet my sister the next day at school. I want to meet my sister. Could we get along or not?
"What are you thinking?" Natalia asked.
We're in the alley now, and I'm waiting for Clinton because he's supposed to take me to the resto that Papa said.
"I'm nervous." I squeezed my palm.
"Don't be. You should be happy because at least your father will introduce you to your sister. "
I nodded. "I hope so. I feel different."
"Stop being paranoid, Kyl," Natalia replied, annoyed. A few minutes later, Clinton arrived wearing only a jersey.
"I'm nervous," I said to Clinton as we stopped in front of the resto.
"You can do it."
"Come with me so I can," I told him to at least reduce my nervousness.
He chuckled. "I want to meet your dad, but it's not the right time, baby. You can do it." he cheered me up.
So I took a deep breath. "Kiss me, I need it." I need to get rid of my nervousness. It's like I need to warm up my system.
He slowly came near me until I felt his nose. Until I could feel his warm lips.
Each caress of his lips was slow but intense. I leaned on the headrest even harder and moaned.
I clung to his neck and felt his hand crawl inside my skirt.
"Hmm..." I moaned when he caressed me there.
"Damn," and suddenly he opened my blouse and without saying a word, he took off my bra and sucked my chest.
My cellphone rang and I knew right away.
"Clinton stop."
He immediately straightened up and messed up his hair. His face and chest are red.
I chuckled. "I said.. just kiss."
"Go now. I'll buy you some chocolates."
"Really?" I chirped happily.
"Yes baby." he pinched my cheek.
"Okay! See you later!" I gave him a smack on the lips before going out.
I went inside the restaurant and immediately found Papa's eye. He aged a bit. But still handsome and intimidating. I don't know when he came home but I couldn't think of anything when I saw the woman with him.
"Bernadette?" What the fuck?
She just stared at me without emotion and she was pale. "Kylie .."
I gulped and looked at Papa.
"I'm glad you know each other," said Papa. "You're so beautiful, Kylie. I am proud that you are not irresponsible of yourself." Papa added.
But because of what I found out I felt like I was stuck. Berna is my step-sister?
Suddenly, Dad's cell phone rang.
"Just a minute, girls. I'll answer the call." Dad says goodbye and immediately leaves the resto.
My eyes immediately became hot.
"You know about this? " my voice croaked.
She looked up at me and stopped eating. "I already knew about us," she says.
My face palpitated, and I laughed mockingly. "Why didn't you tell me?"
She smirked. "Why if I say this to you? Will you believe it? Will you accept me as your sister?"
My lips parted as if my emotions were choking me. I couldn't breathe with restraint. Silence prevailed for a few seconds.
"Leave Clinton alone," Berna said. My forehead furrowed and anger welled up in my chest.
"You're just my father's bastard; who are you to say that to me? Sorry but I'm a sucker for Love. I am selfish. "
"Yeah, you're damn selfish and so unfair." She said softly but full of resentment.
"Now you know." I mocked.
"Please for m-me.Leave him alone." her eyes and nose turned red, but her lips remained pale.
"What do you think of Clinton? A toy ? Love isn't about begging Bernadette! It's going to be hard! No matter what you say you won't benefit me. "
She held my hand.
"I'm about to die." she cried."I-I have a hole in my heart. With every breath I take, it gets bigger. I-I'm lucky because I've reached this age. I-I won't be around much longer, Kylie."
I couldn't blink my eyes while looking at him. I don't feel like I'm breathing. I can't process everything. I can not accept.
My tears flowed and I could not speak either.
"P-Please give him to me before I even die."
I couldn't process anything; all I knew was that we rushed her to the hospital after I shouted at her. I loved Clinton so much!
I saw the pain in my father's eyes. He cared so much for Berna. I hugged him while we were outside the emergency room.
"Dad..." I sobbed.
He hugged me back. "She's a strong girl like you. I know she can make it."
Am I too selfish? Why? Why should I lose the most important person for me just for the sake of my family?
Will I still be selfish?