It All Started With The Royal's Baby

xvii.

"We need to talk." 

Itinuro ko yung sarili ko pero tumayo lang siya at naglakad paalis. What the hell? Tumingin ako sa lima pero busy sila sa paghigop ng kape at nakatingin lang sila newspaper. Napansin ko yung headline sa front page pero nakakapagtaka lang kasi mukha ko yung nandoon. 

"You're in such a big trouble." Napailing iling si Damien habang nakatingin pa rin doon sa binabasa niya. Teka ano ba yan? Bakit ako lang yung nasa picture? 

"Wow. Ang dami mo palang kalokohan Callie? No wonder." Ngumisi sa akin si Devyn. Napakunot noo ako kaya hinablot ko yung binabasa ni Dallas.

Teka kailan pa 'tong newspaper na 'to? Bakit hindi ko 'to alam? And this picture? Wha-?

"You were so wild. This is kinda confirming that, that baby might not be someone who you should find among us." 

"Devyn stop it." Pananaway ni Derick. 

I scanned the article. Humigpit yung hawak ko sa papel. Whoever tipped the writer or whoever the f*ck wrote this is one hell of bullsh*t. 

"This is not true, right?" Tumingin ako kay Drake na may pag aalinlangan sa boses niya. Of course, no one trusts me here yet so hindi nila alam kung paniniwalaan nila. Who am I even? Just a stranger who got impregnated and there has been no confirmation yet about the father so why would they believe me kung sinabi kong hindi totoo yung nasa article?

I didn't answer him instead. 

Itinapon ko sa lamesa yung papel at sumunod kay Dylan. 

Natagpuan ko siya sa living room at nakita ko na naman yung lintik na newspaper sa coffee table.

"I guess you think I am really a whore."

Whore. One word to summarize the article's content.

There are pictures of me dancing in the club, flirting, body grinding on the dance floor and even kissing some strangers. So kahit sino, 'yon talaga yung iisipin nila sa akin. Honestly? I don't really give a f*ck.

And I didn't realize the impact that this man have. So malamang kung sino man yung mali-link sa kanya, gagawa nang gagawa ng paraan yung mga chismosong reporter para gumawa ng article.

"Do you want me to take this down?"

I scoffed. What for? Like I said, let them think what they want.

"Don't bother."

Kinuha ko yung newspaper at umupo. "Do you think I look hot in this dress?" It's one of my favorite dress. It's red and very sexy. In fairness sa editor, magaling mamili ng picture.

"I don't what happened to you but I know for a fact that you're not a whore."

Unti unting nawala yung ngiti ko at napatingin doon sa lalaking nakatingin din doon sa litrato ko. His voice is cold as always. As if he's scrutinizing me. I scoffed once again.

"What do you know about me then, mister?" Naglakad ako papunta sa kanya at umupo sa tabi niya.

I'm not a whore? Pero kung makatingin siya sa akin noon parang ang bababa kong nilalang at sinabi pa niya mismo sa akin kahit na hindi direct. What a f*cking hypocrite.

He creased his eyebrows at tumingin sa akin. Dahan dahan kong iniangat yung kamay ko para haplusin siya sa pisngi niya pero medyo nagulat ako dahil lumayo siya bigla sa akin. As if he's allergic being touched.

I'm just teasing him but what's with this reaction?

I heard him cursed under his breath as he fixed his necktie. Tumayo rin ako at lumapit sa kanya ulit. Pero medyo lumayo na naman siya.