Chapter 2 - Vulgari Corporation

"We should come here more often since they have the best lomi," Carlota stated as he chewed the onions from the soy sauce.

After class, he invited me to dine at 'Moshimi,' an underrated food stand with delicious food. I turned him down several times since I didn't have any money to spend, but he insisted that I pay him when we were rich. I truly hope that I will be one day.

"Don't you think I should go see Mama? I just want to make sure they're okay?" I flinched as he smacked my arm. I saw that it was already red. Gosh! Why did he do that?

"You are dumb, Chriz. That is not being a good daughter, but being a martyr. They disowned you and let you live with your own, knowing that you have nothing but a clothing. They don't care in you, then you'll care for them? Wake up, Chrizanta. Stop being stupid." I fell in silent after what he said.

He's partly correct; I was quickly cast out, and they wouldn't even lend me a small amount of money. I hate Mischa, but I can't simply hate Mama. Maybe it's because I still crave a mother's love and believe I can get it from her, which is impossible.

"It was only easy to say. Mama has always been with me, even when I didn't feel her guidance; she still attends my school mee—"

"Your mother attended your school meeting during your grade 3 class just once, and that was followed by no meetings." I groan at his interruption; I can't blame Carlota if he's furious with my Mom. Mama and Mischa humiliated him simply because he is homosexual, and Carlota knows how they treated me. And, of course, he's right because Mama only came to my school meeting once. There was complimentary food at the time, which is probably why she opted to attend mine and be late for Mischa's meeting. "Forget it. Let's go buy groceries before we head home. We need extra snacks for unexpected midnight jams." He shifted the conversation, perhaps because he noticed that I didn't know how to respond to what he said.

"Of course, as well as school supplies."

We're already inside the supermarket; 'Moshimi' is only a few feet away from the mall, which is why we're already here. He said we needed two carts so we could separate directions. I'm in charge of personal hygiene, and Carlota would probably buy our food for the week.

"Let's simply meet at the exit," he says, and I agree and walk to the left side, where the soaps are.

I was preoccupied choosing a shampoo brand when I heard groans and the sounds of can goods falling on the ground. I instantly pushed my cart in the direction of the ruckus and saw a middle-aged woman struggling to stand. I'm guessing she got unbalanced as the can goods fell.

"Hold my hand, Madam. I'll help you." I extend my hand to her, and she quickly grabs it.

"Thank you very much. It was difficult to stand. I think my bones got dislocated," she added, laughing as if it were a joke.

"Don't worry, let me pick your items and these cans," I said, but a saleslady interrupted us.

She seemed to be worried. "Oh, Madam! Are you hurt?" Her eyes are also filled with fear.

"I'm alright, it's just some carelessness of mine," she said, her beauty still noticeable despite her old age. I can see someone's face based on her features, but I can't think of a name straight away. "I'm grateful to the lady here as well. She helped me." I smiled timidly and was ready to say goodbye when the woman handed me a card.

"Card?"

"Yes, if you ever want to work for our firm, just show me this card and tell me about this incident, and I would gladly welcome you."

Wow! What she said has left me speechless. She said her goodbyes, and I'm still surprised that she offered me a job. I take a closer look at the card and read what's written on it, and what I've read just adds to my amazement. She is the owner of Vulgari Corporation, which includes this mall. Oh my goodness! Once I have a degree, I will gladly apply to their firm. If I apply now, it will be hard since it will interfere with my schedule. With a smile, I proceed to buy what we need. This is not a horrible day. God still loves me. I'm simply sorry I blamed Him when I was at my lowest. I waited for Carlota at the exit after paying for what I had purchased. We'll need to get some school materials as well, so we'll be ready if there's an activity.

"Hey, you're moving too fast."

"Shut up! You've wasted too much time," I hissed, but he only chuckled.

"I need to, there's a gorgeous guy there, and I promised him he could pay first," this flirt said, laughing like a witch. He has a soft spot for attractive men, as seen by his sarcasm.

"Whatever, let's buy a notebook," I tug him as we leave what we bought at the bargain so we can easily collect other necessities.

I got two different colored pens. I like Dong-A, so I picked that brand. I also purchased paper pads and coupon bond, which I needed badly. Carlota let me use his credit card to buy the items I needed. I'm very fortunate to have him. After ensuring that I have everything I require, I proceed to the book section.

"Gosh! Mejico is so hot. Oh m—hmm, what an oozing body." I looked at Carlota when I heard him singing the words he's saying; he's gross.

"Yuck! Stop that tone, Carl," he growled when I addressed him by his given name. He loathes it to the core.

"You shut up! Gosh, I can't let anybody hear what you've said, and on the contrary, who wouldn't moan simply looking at this body? Even if it's just a magazine." I glance down at what he's referring to, and my eyes almost went out when I saw the guy proudly displaying off his well-built body.

'I moaned about that now.'

It's getting heated in here. And, wait a minute, Carlota recognizes him. "Who's that guy?" I tried not to stammer and not to show that I was really intrigued.

"You're a weirdo, Chrizanta. How could you not know Mejico, the renowned drag racer in Britain? Oh gosh! You should socialize more." He's overreacting once more, as if it will make me less of a person.

"Don't exaggerate. How could I know him? I'm not even watching any car-related shows."

"But he's famous even on social media. Just acknowledge that you're behind the times. Mejico is a fantasy that females will be hooked to enter. I can feel his hot body on mine," he remarked, making me want to vomit. He's envisioning having an intimate moment with a guy who popped my cherry.

"Let's simply pay this and go home."

I didn't let him complain, since I'm sure he'll lecture me about being unsociable. At the same time, I'm happy for no apparent reason. Is it because I recognize his name? As if he'll treat me special, I'm sure he's slept with a lot of women, and I'm just one of them. Mejico is a cool name that complements his appearance. I recall his sharp nose brushing across my cheeks and his thick, yet pink lips caressing my neck. Oh my goodness! Wet dreams are not suitable at this time.