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CHAPTER 2

Masakit na katawan. That is what I am feeling right now. I cannot even open my eyes. Why is my body even hurting? Ah. I know now.

That fucking drink.

Sana pala hindi nalang ako pumunta sa bar na yun. I should have just headed home or asked Van to follow me.

When I tried to move my body, all I felt was severe pain. I groaned and just did not force myself to me. Opening my eyes a little, now I can see where I am— a luxurious bedroom. Feeling my senses a little bit, I looked at the other side of the bed.

...Huh? What the—

"Are you awake now?" He asked me while caressing the sides of my hair.

"Who the hell are you? Where am I? What happened to me? Were you the one who placed that drug on my drink?" I cannot stop asking. Hindi ko nga alam if mapagkakatiwalaan ba ang taong ito or hindi. He is a dangerous man after all. That aura he presented last night was an aura that the higher ups can do.

"Take a chill pill, sweetheart. Kumain ka muna. I will answer all your questions right after." He replied while standing up and placing the movable table beside me.

"I do not want to eat and just answer me." I darted back.

"Walang lason yan. Wala ring drugs. Gayuma baka pwede pa." Nakangiti niyang sabi sa akin habang naglalagay ng tubig sa baso ko.

Before I could even protest, my tummy made a sound that made him laugh silently.

"I told you, you should eat." He placed the pancakes on my plate and added some chocolate syrup on top. I am salivating. Kakainin ko ba to? Baka totoo yung sinabi niya na may gayuma.

"Wala pang gayuma yan, kain ka na." He said then smiled sweetly again.

"Sa susunod, meron na ba?" Tanong ko sa kanya while I started eating the pancakes he placed on my plate.

I cried eternally as I tasted the pancakes. My baby tummy must be so happy. Food is the only thing that can make me calm at times when I am filled with anger. It is my comfort. The only thing that can secretly understand me. While I was so happy with my food, I noticed that he was just looking at me with no expression at all.

"...Uhm, are you not going to eat?" I looked at him while pointing at the food in front of me. Do I even look like a child right now? Whatever. As if I am going to see him again.

"Seeing you—" Oops. Stop right there.

"Oh please, we are not in a movie to say cheesy things." He laughed again. What a crazy guy.

We started eating together in silence. I want to focus on my food and get out of here instantly. If Van knew that I was not able to go home last night, he would go hysterical as hell.

As I swallowed the last piece of pancake into my stomach, I started asking him again.

"Now, where am I?" I crossed my arms and looked at him directly in his eyes.

"My house, sweetheart."

"Why did I pass out?" I feel like I am in a television show.

"Those shitheads placed a drug on your drink."

Before I could even ask a question again, I heard my phone ringing. While I was busy looking around, he gave me my purse containing my phone.

"Shit." Raiden had 30 fucking missed calls just this morning.

"Boyfriend calling?"

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