His Broken-hearted Girl

Prologue

Kumunot ang noo ko nang gumalaw ang babaeng pinipinta ko. Hindi ko tuloy makuha ang anggulo sa kanyang bewang.

I cleared my throat and looked at her. "Don't move, Shiya." I told her.

Namula ang mga pisngi at leeg niya dahil sa pag puna ko sa kanya. "I'm sorry, Sir."

I continued painting the woman. From head to toe, tips of her blonde hair down to her polished nails, I want it done perfectly. Every brush and strokes, I've done it throughly, not making any damn stupid mistakes. This should be done flawlessly. I want my art done with perfection. Well, sino ang hindi gusto ng ganoon, 'di ba? We tend to find perfections of every goddamn things in this world that we sometimes forget that ourselves were not perfect either. How Dare we wished for perfection? Well, human nature.

Ngumisi ako at ginulo ang buhok ko nang makuntento ako sa aking likha. Oh damn! I'm gonna get laid tonight. I deserved a treat. Inihagis ko ang brush sa maliit na mesa sa tabi ko at tumayo. I stretched my arms and looked at the woman.

Kinuha ko ang itim na roba'ng nakasabit sa rack at ibinigay sa kanya. Kinuha niya iyon sa palad ko at ngumisi din.

"Nice posing but next time, eliminate too much movements, Shiya."

She biter her bottom lip as she stood up. Kumunot ang noo ko nang ipulupot niya ang kamay niya sa aking leeg.

"So?" She arched a brow as if waiting for an offer.

I grinned back at her, removing her hands on my nape. "I don't bed my subjects, Shiya. And I'm giving you warning. Next time you'll pull that damn stunt, I'm not going to paint you again."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Agad siyang lumayo sa akin at tumalikod na.

Bumuntong hininga ako at nilapitan ulit ang gawa ko. Damn girl! She ruined my taste on my own painting. Ngayon ay pangit na itong gawa ko sa aking paningin. Fuck! Nakakapanghinayang kung itatapon. And hell, my effort would be wasted if I'll throw this.

Isinuot ko na lang ang damit ko at hinayaan ang painting na iyon. The staff will just fix that for me. Lumabas ako sa studio ng Au Naturel dala ang gym bag ko. Next destination will be at the gym and then... where?

Lumabas ako sa site ng Au Naturel at pinatunog ang sasakyan ko nang nasa parking lot na. I rode my car and drove off. I was halfway in the gym when my sister, and at the same time, my personal assistant called. She was Kim.

"Hey!" I greeted.

"Hey you. Umuwi ka daw mamaya sabi ni mom. She missed you, you know." She said over the line.

"Can't. I have prior-"

"Nakahanap ka na naman ng bagong biktima, ano?" She said, suspicious.

I exhaled. Now I'm irritated. "This is none of your concern. Assistant lang kita."

"Ouch!" Madamdaming pahayag ng kapatid ko. "I'm your sister, too! Asshole!"

"Fine, sis. Just tell mom I love her." Sabi ko pa.

Humalakhak si Kim. Kumunot ang noo ko. "Nakakaselos. Hindi mo pa ako pinagsasabihan ng ganyan. Taga pasa na lang ba ako ng mensahe mo kay mom kapag ganyan-"

I cut the line. I hate it when she nags about me saying my love for our mom. Well, not that I can't tell her that through face to face but... okay, I found that very sweet. And I can't accept that I'm sweet. I'm not. I am ruthless. Heartless. Devil. Bad. I broke many women already and yes, I'm bragging it.

"You rock, dude! You just fucked the great Antoniette Marquez! Putangina, pre. How do you do that? Wasak na nga ang babae, winasak mo pa lalo. Fuck! I can't believe this. Let's fuckin' toast for that!" Sigaw ni Zeke sa kabila ng maingay na music.