Chapter 5 CHAPTER 5: Bedazzled

I THINK I'm losing my mind for the thought that Vincent will come back to me. I want him back that’s all. And the only thing is to seduce him back but I don’t know, how. The only solution that comes to my mind is to use another man and that is Trevor Hunters.

“Ivory…” I called my colleague after she put down the phone, answering some queries.

"Yes, why?"

“Do you know Trevor Hunters?”

“He is the son of our boss, right? But according to some gossips, he is gay. ”

"Gay?" My eyes widened on that thought. "That would be a loss."

I formed a smile with that thought. Would a gay help me to get Vincent back?

Until the end of my shift, I can’t stop thinking about how to get to know Trevor Hunters. I mean, I need him somehow but there is still a doubt inside me. What if he needs more than anything I know? I mean... Ugh! I don’t know.

I just finished my shift and went to our locker area. I was about to open the locker when I heard my phone thrilled. I immediately check it. I put it back when it stops. I changed my clothes and bring them to the laundry area. I returned and the phone rang again, I took it out just to found out it has twenty-three miscalls plus one today. Since when this number calls me?

I checked and scanned the number. As I fully remembered, the last digit is almost the same as the number indicated in the letter I received. I check the card — I mean the letter. Trying to compares if the numbers are the same.

Aha! They are all the same. To my surprise, the phone rang again.

I don’t plan on answering it when I know it was that name— Trevor Hunters but I had no choice when the ladies around me kept telling me to answer that call.

I grab my bag and put the letter inside and walk outside the locker and logging out using my thumb from the bundy clock.

When the call never stops. I answered it. “Hello? Can you stop ringing my phone?”

“This is Assistant Tyler James. Have you received the letter?” This refers to the letter I received.

“Yes. Are you the one who sent that letter?”

“Absolutely. My boss wanted to talk to you but if you wanted to talk it out over the phone. No worries.”

"Then tell me, what do you want from me?"

“My boss is interested in the land property owned by your family. During your father’s funeral, we sent you two big flowers.” So, those flowers came to them? "We even give a big amount of donations."

Now, it finally gives me the hint. His boss is interested in me because of the land property that they want under my family’s name.

“Tell your boss, whoever your boss is, that the property he was talking about is not and never for sale. I will never sell the land property that my father owns.” After I said that. I cut the call without a warning.

I don’t want anyone talking about my family’s property. Mom and dad had it big time, hard work, blood, and sweat they provided to have it. Never will I sell any of my family’s property even if it will cost a big price.

Almost reaching the exit of the hotel, when some car already in my front, blocking my way.

The door of that big car that looks like a van opened and a man wearing reading glasses asks, “Miss Angela Roberts?”

I tightened my grip on the backpack bag slung over both of my shoulders. I am wearing my wide longer pants and long sleeve polo blouse, matching with my hair already placed in a neat bun. I also removed the make-up on my face and even the lipstick so, there is no trace.

“Yes, I am Angela Roberts. How can I help you?”

“Can you get in the car? So, we can talk,” the man said like he was commanding me than requesting. Inside was a little dim. I can’t check his features though. “Don’t worry, I am not going to hurt you. I am also working at the hotel. I just think this is the perfect timing to talk to you in person. I know you are a busy person so, maybe we can talk right now this way?”

I had no choice. I am not that bad at ignoring him since he looks kind and he doesn’t sound like having a bad intention. I agreed. I went inside that van.

The lights started to open after I got in.

“Again, I will introduce myself. I am Tyler James, the assistant of Trevor Hunters and I am here to help in any way my boss can.”

“I am sure you are talking about the land property—”

“Yes, exactly. The Sta. Barbara property.”

I insisted to him my answer. “I already told you. No. A flat no. I will never sell any of my family’s property.”

His hand went to both of his temples and started massaging them. Looks like I already giving him a headache.

“Just tell your boss that I will never sell anything and even how hard he will ask me. I will always turn both of you down. I'm going home. Good night.”

After letting those words from his mouth, I rushed getting down and going out of the van. I will still walk a long way until reaching the bus stop.

“Wait! Can we at least offer you a lift?” That man who said he was Tyler made me stop getting down from that van.

“No need. I can walk and I can run,” I said with an uneasy look and continued jumping out from the van. I slammed the car door shut. I don’t care what they think if I look upset.

Why do I felt they are no different from my stepmother? They are only after what they are interested in. They didn’t even check how I am. They don’t even know how sad I am right now. If my father was alive right now, he will at least tap my back and started telling me that everything will be fine, that will come to an end. How would I wish?

While walking, my eyes started getting warm and the tears fell. I even wanted to run towards Vincent but I am sure, he can’t help me right now. He was too blind from that woman. Maricar is not for him. That's me. It is just me.

I continued walking even though I knew vaguely that I would still be able to reach any bus because it was almost one o ’clock in the morning. Most of the buses are until midnight. Looks like I am going to spend my allowance for the cab’s expense.

Until the van I refused, already following me. What else does it need? I am one hundred percent sure that I told them I will never sell my family’s property. They are very persistent to take my YES which will never be given.

The car window went down. A beautiful pair of eyes greeted me. I got stuck to make a look and scanned his face.

"Hey, Miss…"

His eyes are a shade of blue that sparks against the moonlight, clear like the sky and blue as the ocean. When the lights hit his face, his features became perspicuous. The evidence of good-looking face paint. Wide angular jaw, high cheekbone, thicker eyelashes and eyebrows, thin cute reddish lips. He looks like a vampire at night ready to hunt its prey. His skin was brighter than the sky in the morning that made him become pale.

"Hey, Miss, we will give you a lift. Hey!"

I was mesmerized for a while, bedazzled with his looks, like a flash of lightning that might strike me during bad weather. He is a precisely good-looking guy especially when the van started getting near on my side.

"Miss, are you okay?"

I felt like I returned to the planet earth. Am I starting to have a daydream? Am I daydreaming now? Because I can say he is like a celebrity ready to display his face in some kind of commercial magazine.