Fadeless (ML, #5)

Chapter 43

Chapter 43

Trust

Gabi na ng matapos ang Casting para sa isang runway ng Vienne. Nakatanggap kaagad ako ng text kay Densel matapos iyon.

From Densel:

On my way, love. ;)

I bit my lip. Hard.

Damn it.

Stop smiling.

But when I think about the dinner, I'd shiver. Tila kumakalabog ang dibdib ko kapag naiisip ko ang mga mangyayari. I suck at over thinking. I am a worrier. I know that. Nag-iisip kaagad ako ng negatibong posibilidad sa mga hindi pa nangyayaring bagay. I am nervous. Really. I shouldn't be. I met his father and mother. I met and knew his sister, Leigh. But why am I stuttering? Damn it. Not because of Leigh's husband.

Because, maybe, or surely, we're together. We're dating. We're boyfriend-girlfriend.

Why should I be?

Let it out. Let it out.

Damn...

It doesn't matter, Grace Encarguez. I'll stop combatting things inside my head. This is just dinner. With his family.

Maybe...

Bumukas ang elevator at lumabas kaagad ako. Wala ng tao sa reception area pati ang mga receptionist. Ang mga security na lamang ang malapit sa glass door. Mabilis ang aking paglakad at paglabas ng building. My heels clapped on the marbled floor. Napatigil ako sa paglalakad nang mapansin ang pick-up truck ni Densel.

Humangin ng malakas.

My knees trembled.

What the fuck?

The car door of his Mazda opened. Lumabas ang isang pamilyar at matipunong lalaki doon. A smile occupying his gorgeous face. His hand raked his hair. Napakagat ako ng labi nang maglakad ito papunta sa aking pwesto. Pinasadahan ko ang katawan niya mula ulo hanggang paa. I smile, hurting my cheeks, damn it, when I noticed he's wearing my design outfit. It is just simple you know. But I love it if he's wearing it. It is black and white color.

Napalagay tuloy ako ng kamay sa aking bibig, tinatago ang ngiti.

"Hi, love," he said.

I squared my shoulders. I composed myself.

"Something amusing?" he teased.

Napailing ako. Nilagay ko sa isang balikat ang aking buhok. My collarbone was jutting out. Densel eyed my collar. His lips rose. Kinuha niya ang kamay ko at pinisil ito. Tinignan niya ako mula ulo hanggang paa. I am wearing a high-collared black dress. My design. My own."What can I get from wearing Grace's?" The same question. "Again, love?"

I eyed him. And so was he.

But my lips were curving upward.

Densel grinned.

"Nothing," I rebutted.

"Nothing?" His brow arched, observing my being. "I can't believe I am wearing this for nothing?" He kid, lips lifted. Amusement all over his face. "Can I just have Grace then?" Binitawan niya ang kamay ko at hinapit ako papalapit sa kanya. My body betrayed me. I am flushing. Red. My face. I breathed. And breathed to calm myself.

"Depends," I blurted out, trying to breath at his hold. The way he's holding me. Pinching my waist. Breathing heavily.

I like combating words with him.