6

“I was actually surprised when I saw him walking outside. He asked me where you were, so I pointed the direction inside.”

I bit my lower lip and looked around, hoping no one I know saw us or will see Ford and me before we leave. I am so gonna kill Stan after this. Shit.

“Can I go first? We still need to talk, I’m sorry. I’ll call you tomorrow. Or you call me.” I said to Kelly instead. I am not in my right mind to talk about schedules and work.

“Alright, don’t worry. Just take care,” Kelly gave me a reassuring smile.

I feel bad for not waiting for her to ride the car she booked but she told me that It will arrive in three minutes or so anyway. I reluctantly followed Ford and went into his car. He started the engine without a word and we left.

“We need to talk,” I said in a serious voice.

“About?” I hate that he sounded like we didn’t argue a while ago.

“About what happened a while ago.” I sighed.

He didn’t say anything, he just continued driving.

“Ford,” I called him.

“Go ahead.”

I sighed, “Why did you leave your car?”

“You were taking too long.”

“That’s not the point! You were able to wait for an hour the last time.” I hissed at him.

“Maybe I have a hunch that you’re talking to that guy.”

“God. Can you stop bringing Stan into this? We talked about not being seen together.”

“No. I never said yes to that fucking rule of yours. I just let you have it. And I did that for quite a while now.”

My jaw dropped. Wow. “What are you talking about? Ford-“

“You never asked me if it’s what I like too.”

“Well. What do you like then? Do you want to be the source of gossip? You want people to talk about us?”

“I want to be seen with you. For the longest time, that’s what I want. Do you know how hard it is for me when I miss you and I can’t see you because I shouldn’t? Because you don’t want to? Because people might see us?” He sounds wounded.

I couldn’t say anything, my mind cannot process what he said easily. Why?

“But I endured all of it because that’s what you want.”

“Ford.. what the hell do you want for me? We’re fuck buddies, for Christ’s sake. Do you want the whole world to know that kind of connection we have?” Sure, some people might know me as liberated, but I still want my privacy.

He didn’t answer, he continued driving. Silence engulfed us. I was feeling hungry a while ago and was looking forward to having dinner with Ford but this happened. When I realized that I wasn’t familiar with the road we’re going through, I was the one who broke the deafening silence.

“Where are we going?”

“I told you I have a new place,” He didn’t even glance at me, his full attention is still on the road and his expression is still grim.

I sighed. “I don’t think it will work tonight. You can just go straight to my place.” I looked at him. “Or better yet, just drop me off somewhere. I’ll take a cab.” I hold the strap of my shoulder bag to make him see that I am serious.

“Not gonna happened.” He answered without blinking.

“Damn it, Roswell. I am not in the mood anymore. I don’t think I can let you fuck me tonight after all of you childish whining!”

That’s when he looked at me for a second. “I’m not whining. And I know you know I am not childish in bed.”

I rolled my eyeballs. “Damn you.”

I really don’t understand him. This is the first time we argued ever since we agreed on being each other’s booty call. And it’s because he thought I was fucking someone. And now he’s ranting about my rule of not letting anyone see us together in public. I was just thinking for both of us!

When the car went inside the underground parking of a certain building in Ortigas, I did not protest any more. So this is his new place? I don’t know he has to get a new one. They have an empty house in Forbes because his parents are already staying in Isabela.

We’re still not talking until we reached the elevator. I don’t know how we are going to fuck on with this awkward atmosphere around us. The truth is, I can stay even without having sex with him, I like hanging out with Ford.

He’s cool. He makes me laugh. I feel at ease. But I don’t think he should know that.

It was six months ago since we saw each other again. Ashford stayed in Manila when he started joining their company a few years ago. Ahrendale, who is his brother, and I, became close even though it’s not my intention to be connected to their family in any way.

When my brother, Kuya Argos, became well known, he became a figure in Isabela. Then when we became models as well, my other brother, Kuya Habagat, we also became a bit well known in Isabela. That’s when their mother started being nice to me as if nothing happened between us.

I am not the type to hold a grudge; I was still polite.

She had this ridiculous idea that Ahren should run after their father’s term as a Governor. It’s their father’s first term and so far, the people of Isabela seem to be satisfied with his leadership anyway, so I don’t know why she’s already planning Ahren to run after.

And she wanted me to be engaged with him even though she knows we’re not connected that way. We’re just friends! But Ahren told me to just let her be, or just let their mother think otherwise so she can just shut up about it. He even gave me a ring of some sort so their mother would stop pestering us!