Perfect Fake Lovers

Chapter 4

"Ritch, kahit sabihin na nating matutulungan nila ako sa aking career, ang totoo ay sila talaga ang may kailangan sa akin," paalala ko sa kanya. "Hindi ako papayag kapag alam kong dehado ako."

My phone chimed and I took a glance to see that Sic just sent me a message. I immediately unlocked my phone to read his message.

From: Sic
Done with my schedule. I'll be there in thirty.

Napangiti ako at saka nag-angat ng tingin kay Ritchelle. "I have nothing to lose," sabi ko.

The moment my father decided to take over my life once he's home from his business trip, I knew I had nothing to lose. Unless I erase Ordoveza from my name, then there's no escaping him.

But who am I kidding? Even if I do that, he still won't give up. I'm certain he will do anything to make me give up and return home. He will turn my world into a living hell.

Ritchelle knew where I was coming from. She didn't say any word and just silently supported me. She was with me as I waited for Sic's arrival.

Five minutes early from his estimated time of arrival, I received an incoming call from him.

"I'm right outside, babe," Sic announced playfully. "Should I go inside first?"

"No need," pagtanggi ko. "Lalabas na ako."

"Oh, okay. I'll wait for you."

Hindi na ako nagsalita pa ulit at pinatay na ang tawag. Nilingon ko si Ritchelle at tinanguan niya lamang ako kaya agad na rin akong lumabas ng bahay. Sic's car didn't enter our driveway so I had to walk out of the gate.

Napataas ako ng kilay nang makita kong mukhang bagong-bago pa ang kanyang sasakyan. It was a sleek silver luxury car which probably costs more than the amount of money in my bank account. Just by looking at the car, you could tell that its owner was earning at least a million monthly―or even more.

Sic quickly stepped out once he saw me standing beside his car. It was like he was filming a commercial advertisement for a luxury card brand. Opposite from his casual outfit during the meeting, he was wearing white longsleeves with sleeves folded messily up to his elbows. Para bang nagmadali siya sa pagtitiklop no'n. His shirt was tucked in a gray plaid pants, showing a designer black belt from Prada. And like he wasn't looking expensive enough, his Rolex stole my attention away from his outfit.

Although he has an annoying personality, there's no doubt that even the top paid male model can be put to shame when compared to him. His temperament and body proportions are out of this world.

Habang puring-puri ko siya sa aking isipan, umikot lamang siya papunta sa kabila ng kanyang sasakyan upang pagbuksan ako ng pintuan. With a simple side movement from his head, he asked me to go inside the car without a word.

Napanguso ako at pumasok na sa loob ng sasakyan. And once I was inside, I scanned the car's interior. His car smelled new―like plastics and chemicals.

"Kakabili mo lang ba nitong sasakyan?" Hindi ko napigilan ang sariling tanungin siya pagkapasok.

"Nope," he answered while pushing the handbrake down.

"Really?" Napataas ako ng kilay. "Parang hindi mo pa 'to nagagamit."

"I rarely drive my own car," he explained. "Lagi akong nakikisabay sa ibang members kapag hindi kami naka-van."

"Why not?"

"I'm too lazy to drive," he simply reasoned out.

"Then why buy a very expensive car?" I asked with my brows furrowed. "Isn't that a waste of money?"