Ms. Artista (Book 2)

Forty Eight

"Who the heck is that?" Hester asked while looking at me. He look so serious, damn it.

I gulped.

"M-My friend." I answered calmly. "Lorenzo is my friend, love."

Fuck. I'm really sorry, my love. I need to do this.

"Your friend?" his eyebrows furrowed, "Mark, Cyrus, Kian, and Kleo, I thought they are your only 'guy' friends?"

God. He's so possessive.

"Well yeah, add Lorenzo." I said bago tumalikod at nag-simulang mag-lakad pabalik ng kitchen.

I am so nervous, damn it. He's smart, I know that he can read me.

"Lorenzo, huh?" sinundan niya ako, "I've never met him, right? Tell me, how did you met him? Where? When? And, why is he your friend?"

Goodness gracious.

"Love." humarap ako sa kanya, "Seriously?" I softly laughed.

"Yeah, seriously." hindi niya inalis ang paningin sa akin.

"Okay." I answered bago i-turn on ang high-tech stove.

"He's Harold's friend, I've met him 4 months ago, I guess? He's funny and kind, that's why he's my friend."

The last one is probably a lie. He's not funny at all. He's just so serious.

"Oh," tumango siya, "And, he's calling you because?" he raised one of his eyebrows.

"Maybe he's just checking on me. Come on, love." I answered without looking at him.

"Checking on you? Nice." he's so sarcastic, "Can I see your phone, love?" sumandal siya sa kitchen island and crossed his arms.

Fuck.

"W-Why?" I asked nervously. He can't, fuck.

"I just want to see your phone." he uttered while looking at me. "So?" he offered his hand.

Damn it.

"No." I answered. "Are you seriously doubting me, Hester?" I asked while staring at him.

His jaw clenched, "I am not doubting you, Francine. I just want to see your phone. What's wrong with that?"

Fuck it. I am so guilty. I can't do this anymore. If I need to argue with him, then damn, I'll do it. Just for his own sake.

"No, you're obviously doubting me. I thought you trust me?"

I am so sorry, my love. Shit.

He sarcastically laughed, "I know what you're doing, my love. And, I am not biting it."

Alright, he's now mad.

"Just give me that damn phone, Francine. Now." he offered his hand again.

I'm fucking sorry, Hester.

"I said no." I firmly said, "I am not giving my phone to you. Privacy, Hester, please." I slightly rolled my eyes.

"Really, privacy?" he smirked, "Fine. Suit yourself." he said sarcastically bago ako iwanang naka-tayo dito.

Great. And now he's mad. Just great. Fucking great.

"Love." sumunod agad ako sa kanya matapos kong i-turn off ang stove, hindi ko na natapos ang niluluto ko, damn it.

"Love, listen to me." I said while walking after him. Pumasok siya sa loob ng studio room niya at umupo sa swivel chair.

"Hester." I pouted my lips, "Are you seriously mad?" I asked while seating on his lap.