Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (ereader ebook TXT) 📕

"I want breakfast. Can you prepare one for me?" Tres politely asked one of his people. The man quickly moves to get him what he wants.

He removed his hat and fold it in the table. He fixed his hair using his fingers.

"I am finally going home. I miss Starbucks and my office and my bed." Tres said smiling from ear to ear.

"You also stayed in the island the whole time?" I asked because the way he miss the city sounds like he haven't been there for a long time.

"Yeah. I am just somewhere looking for you. It's fun. I swim and surf and it seems like I go camping alone." he said while removing his top leaving him with a sleeveless undershirt.

"You should have told us and we should've let you stay in my house" Ali said. Oh, I see she already gain back herself huh? She finally stopped ogling at him.

"It's fine and living in the tent for days is a nice experience. I didn't regret it, actually I enjoyed it a lot. It makes me ponder in a lot of things and decisions in life. I'll do it again next time." he said smiling.

His breakfast arrived and he never stopped talking. He is super-duper energetic. Ali and him are getting along well. They got the same vibes.

"You're far way better than your brother." I even heard her say that many times and Tres is so happy and feeling almighty.

When I felt a sleepy Tres let me sleep on one of the rooms. I am feeling so tired maybe because of thinking and for not having a pleasant sleep last night.

I woke up feeling so hungry. I still don't want to get up but my stomach is churning loudly asking for food. I lazily get off the bed and look for anyone that can bring me food.

I go out and I saw a man standing just a few steps from the room I slept in. I approached him.

"Excuse me. Can you please give some anything to eat? I am feeling hungry." I asked him.

"Yes Maám." he quickly respond

"Thank you. I am just going to be in that room." I said and go back to the room. I had a good sleep but still sleepy. I throw myself in the bed and curled up.

If I weren't hungry, I will not get up. I hugged the pillow and it smells like him. I removed the fabric away from my nose and smells it again. It really smells like him. This smell makes me miss him more.

I wanna cry.

I'm on the verge of crying when someone knocks on the door. I get up and fixed myself. The man who I asked to bring me food is waiting in the door. He is holding a tray with milk and sandwiches. I gladly accept it.

"Thank you." I was supposed to close the door when the man stopped me.

"Wait ma'am. Sir Tres wants to inform you that we already arrived. Actually, it's been two hours already. After you finish eating we will go down the yacht" I almost lost my grip in the tray.

Did I sleep that long? Oh my gosh! We're here and I'm going to see him few minutes from now.

"Where is Tres and my friend? Did you see them?" I asked him

"Ma'am they are already eating dinner in a restaurant near the shore." What? They left me here? The nerve of those two.

"How about Deus, is he here already?" I felt a little nervous saying his name. My heartbeats are in a race because of nervousness and excitement at the same time.

"He was with you the whole-time ma’am. He just went out the room few minutes before you woke up. I think he is eating dinner too." I almost skip breathing…  the heck?

He is in the yacht all this time?

He is even with me throughout my slumber? Is that true? Gosh

Ahhh that's explain why the pillows smells like him. Oh my gosh.

AND DINNER? Is it that late already? I slept from noon to evening? that long? Seriously?

"Ok, thank you" I close the door and start panicking. What to do?

My heart never stops pumping fast and it feels like I am going to have a heart attack right now. I calmed myself and satisfy my stomach first.

Inhale exhale. Yeah breathe.

I eat peacefully and when I thought I am already calmed. There's suddenly a knock on the door.

My heart is back from its increasing rate. My palms are sweating and I just can't breathe. I can't even think straight right now.

No. I'm not yet calm. Give me time...

The knock continues.

My legs felt so shaky and weak so I just shouted "Come in"

The door finally open and I am looking on the ground so nervous to look who entered. I saw a shiny black leather shoes. I gulped.

I'm dead.

It's him.

The perfume confirms it.

I'm going to die.

"I bought you some dinner." he said. His voice is a melody in my ear. I used to hate his voice… when did I end up wanting it and loving it.