Hershey put a hand on her hip, "I thought you wouldn't mind if he talked to me?"Marco Junior sighed, frustrated, "I do when you talk about my personal information. What else did you tell him?""That's just talk Marco." said Hershey. Already debating not getting her chosen clothing."Conversation, it doesn't matter. He doesn't need to know about me or our relationship, it's between the two of us.""I didn't think you'd be upset about it, I'm sorry."Marco Junior gave a fake laugh, "Sure you didn't." With that, he hung up.Hershey took off the nighty, almost ripping the precious silk. What is his problem? He didn't tell Rey anything that would alarm her or anything. The only thing she told him was how long they had known each other and that as far as Marco was concerned, she was his only family. Nothing bad was said about him or his mother or his father. He also told her about his parent's relationship with each other and how he wanted it for them. Is there anything harmful in there? Sig
Marco Fernando Senior and Ayah IsabelAfter arriving from Shanghai, China, Marco Senior packed up some important things going to the island of his dream - a vacation together with his wife only for a getaway tour.Arriving at the tent, none of them wasted any time. They laughed as they almost fell on top of each other in their haste to slip inside when none of them could free themselves from their clothes fast enough.The stillness of the evening was not broken by any creature.Dusk had already fallen over the almost deserted campground. Only insects and the occasional bird broke the silence. And inside the tent, Marco Fernando Senior kissed the scar on his wife's side. He followed the just fully healed trail with his tongue, licking the salty taste of the skin, tickling the young scar tissue, until Marco Senior bucked until he grabbed her, and threw her onto her back, in the middle of the two sleeping bags, which lay untidily on top of each other to create an uneven surface. Marco no
"Thank you, my dear brothers and sister. We are here again, to compose ourselves and brave ourselves with what we are going to do, despite our Billionaire father being with us. Look, our mother and father were enjoying their honeymoon and loving each other. So, we can support them instead?" Anne Rose opens her heart in front of her loved ones.It was the moment for everyone who was supposed to be supportive of their parents. It was the time for them to give more time to their parents' endeavors. For the longest time that their Billionaire father was with them now, together with their mother - Ayah Isabel.Kent Michael looked intently at Anne Rose which could be noted as a negative gesture. But, instead, keep his silence at bay. Even though they were not in unison with each other, Kent knew the situation at hand."Danny Robert and John Philip, you two, what were you doing with our half-brother, Marco Fernando Junior? Is it not known to him about the two of you? Could you please stop pl
At Hershey's DormitoryJade rang the bell again, and sure enough, Hershey was home. She was always at home, or more so than Marco Junior. Jade sighed, irritated. Why didn't she come home on this important occasion?An idea came to her mind. Maybe, just maybe she didn't mean to tell Hershey about Marco Junior's other girlfriend, Emily Reyes. Perhaps she would let them live in peace."Jade, I'm glad you're here."She heard a high-pitched tone. Her spirits immediately dropped. Maybe she should say it. When Jade turned, Hershey was staring at the stairs she had just climbed. Marco Junior is not far behind. As usual, her cheeks were hot pink."Hi, Jade my best friend." Jade waved, saddened by the fact that she had to be here for this."Look what I got." Hershey stated, holding Jade's hand, her giggles giddy.Jade stared at a beautiful circular band with diamonds on silver metal. "Nice." She spoke, her tone soft, her heart broken.She looked at Marco Junior, who seemed to have sparked in hi
"I didn't do anything, Marco. All I did was show her the truth."Marco Junior raised an eyebrow. "Show her the truth? Emily Reyes, I don't know who the hell that man is in those pictures but I can guarantee it's not me. He may look like me, but he's not me."Emily laughed, "Why are you in denial about us? Why can't you accept?"That's when Marco Junior realized that no matter what he said, she wouldn't listen. She couldn't hear him. "I don't know what's wrong with you Emily, but you need to ask for help. I've never seen a girl so obsessed about a lie."Emily closed her eyes, "There's nothing wrong with me, Marco. I know what reality is.""Truth to you does not exist!" He stated, his tone becoming harsh.Emily licked her lips."She came between us. She's the reason you're doing this.""What?""She's the one who's stopping us, Marco Junior." Emily said her tone cold. It drove Marco out. At first, she was giggling like a girl and now she was cold. Crispy.He stared, saying nothing. He wat
Marco Junior took out his cigarette and then threw it in the trash. He hadn't planned on spending Christmas alone, but over the past two years, he's gotten used to being alone every holiday. This year will be no different. That's what he said to himself.Taking a deep breath, he looked around the park. As he watched a woman nearby play with a boy on a nearby slide, he remembered his own mother - Danielle Gustilo. He imagined his mother holding his knee and checking it, to make sure he hadn't suffered any injuries from the slide he carelessly slipped on at the age of one. He remembered falling on the monkey bars at seven o'clock, not only skinning both knees, but also his elbows. He was shaking and crying.Her mother grabbed a wet tissue from her purse and placed it on his knees. He did the same with his elbows.His eyes went from the mother who had been watching her son go down the slide, to the swing set located on the east side of the park from where he was sitting next to the slide
Shaira Rose Gustilo Fernando POVI fly through the piles and piles of paraphernalia that litter my bedroom floor. I will be late. On a Friday, after being on time all week, I would be late. 'Pearl!' I shouted furiously. Where are you? I ran out onto the landing and threw myself over the banister. 'Pearl!' I hear the familiar sound of a wooden spoon hitting the sides of a ceramic bowl as Pearl appears at the bottom of the stairs. She looked at me with a tired expression. This is an expression I have used recently. 'Keys! Have you seen my car key?' I puffed at her. 'They're on the coffee table where you left them last night.' She rolls her eyes, taking herself and her cake mixture back to her workshop. I crossed the landing in complete panic and found my car keys under a pile of weekly glossies. 'Hiding again,' I whispered to myself, grabbing the tan belt, heels, and laptop. I went downstairs and saw Pearl in her workshop spooning cake mix into different tins. 'You need to tidy up
The lawns are greener than green, the house looks like it receives a daily scrub down and even the gravel seems to receive daily maintenance. If the exterior is anything to go by, then I can't imagine the interior needing any work. I looked up at the dozens of sash bay windows, seeing soft curtains hanging from all of them. I'm tempted to call Herman to check I've got the right address, but it says The Country Hills on the gate. And that miserable sod on the other end of the intercom was obviously waiting for me. As I pondered my next move, the doors opened, revealing the largest man I had ever seen. He saunters out to the top of the steps. I gasped when I saw him, taking a slight step back. He was wearing a black suit - specially made to be sure because it was not a regular size - a black shirt and a black tie. His shaved head was shiny, and sunglasses covered his face. If I could form a mental image of who I expected to show up at their doors, it certainly wouldn't be him. The man