Dangerously Beautiful (Gozar Sisters #2)

Chapter 14

Miranda Lucille

I looked at the mirror. Nakapatong ang bag ng make-up sa bathroom counter. My cheeks bloomed in a natural blush. My eyes are shining. My hair looks healthy. I'm basically glowing as if a plastic surgeon did me.

I bit my lower lip and smiled. Ganito ba ang histura ng in-love? It must be, dahil ganito ang histura ni Mikaezra, noong naging sila ni Von. Grabe naman, dapat dati ko pa 'to sinubukan.

Speaking of that girl. Inuwi siya ni Sam sa apartment, a blubbering mess. Tears running down on her cheeks and sniffing snots. Dàmn it, if you could imagine, she's a wreck.

Von Cassius broke my sister's heart. Ipinagpalit siya sa pùtanginang Jeniffer na iyon. Apparently, that fùcker told Mikaezra that he only wanted to make her feel loved because he wanted to fùck her more. Ngayong nagsawa na siya. She discarded my sister like a fùcking dirty laundry.

I'll bust his motherfùcking balls so hard that he wouldn't be able to reproduce anymore. Let's just pray that I wouldn't see his stupid àss because I promised to myself that I will be better for Samuel and for myself. Meaning less violence and It's gonna be impossible to do that if I'm in the same space with that àsshole. 

Although, I'm still skeptical about it. Look, I've busted hundreds of con artists in my entire career. A pretender could count as a con artist. The moment I look in their eyes and inspect their moves. I know that they're dishonest and deceptors but he's neither of those.

He's sincere...or maybe he's just good at his game. Either way, I fùcking hate him.

It's been weeks but she's still a mess. I hate that I can't do anything to take the pain away. 

I sighed.

I straightened the lower side of my dress. I'm wearing a black halter dress. Abot iyon hanggang sa tuhod ko. The neckline reveals a fair amount of my cleavage. My hair is tied in a low bun. I smiled at the mirror. My graze dropped on my shoulder, naroon ang peklat ko. That's the bullet I got from the gang in Australia.

I slightly rubbed it with my thumb...I've never been insecure about my scars...I don't why I do right now..especially the ones on my stomach. 

My shoulders sagged as insecurity crept up in my system. I'm not a typical 'woman'. I don't have 'soft' skin or even smoothness. I have knife marks on my back. I have abs and freaking muscles. I need that to survive in my world.

I composed myself when he walked in. Kagagaling lang niya sa shower kanina at hindi pa siya nagbibihis dahil he answered a call from office. I saw his wet hair and the water droplets on his chiseled body. White towel is hanging low on his hips.

"Babe.." He wrapped his arm around my waist and kissed my neck.

I cringed and playfully elbowed him.

"Yuck. Hindi tayo ganoon, Bakla." 

He chuckled.

"What? Ayaw mo ng babe? How about sweetheart?"

Lukot na mukhang tiningnan ko siya sa salamin. He smiled widely and hugged my waist tighter. Ramdam na ramdam ko ang mainit at matigas niyang katawan.

"Yuck, Samuel Orsini tigilan mo nga ako."

"I'm kidding."

He knew that I'm a kind of girl who doesn't want some cheap endearments. No offense meant. I think it's special and cute for others but not for me. It's overrated.

Nagtama ang mata namin sa salamin.

"What's wrong? I saw how you inspected this scar." I closed my eyes for a moment when he pressed a kiss on the scar.