Filthy Rich by Atarah Yvaine (electronic reader txt) 📖

"If I remember it, do you think I am asking it right now? Now spill it." I commanded him.

"Tsk, forget it." he said with a blank expression. I'm sure he's not happy that I totally forgot about it.

"We didn't do something abominable right? We didn't do you know what I'm talking about?" I asked with heated cheeks and embarrassment. I am still looking up to see his face. He's so tall that's why.

He laughed. Is he making fun of me? I rolled my eyes at him and hit his chest. He is still not letting go of the hug.

"I can't believe you think of that. If we, did it you should've woken up naked or me still on top of you because for sure I can't get enough." my eyes widen and my face is on fire now. I'm sure I look like a tomato but I'm glad to hear that we didn't that. I felt relieved.

"Okay then what did we do? Kiss?" I take a guess and he smile widely.

"Exactly" he answered.

My jaw dropped. I thought losing my kiss for a good morning greeting is worse. Losing my precious first kiss while drunk is the worst. I can't even remember how it happen. Ahhhhhh

"That's my first kiss. You should've made it special. Hayst, you ruined it. Kissing someone who is drunk is not a nice thing to do Deus." I keep rolling my eyes on him. I take a breath and trying to say to myself that it's okay buy I can’t just get over it.

"I am also your second kiss, third and fourth" his smirk stayed on his face. He is feeling so proud about it.

"And the fifth" he leaned to me and give me a peck.

"Sixth" he kisses me again

"Seventh" again

"Eight" again

"Ninth" again

"Tenth" he is enjoying this. He is smiling from ear to ear. I'm feeling weak and I can sense the butterflies flying in my stomach. He got me speechless. I just stood here looking at him without saying anything.

"I glad to know I'm your first." he said wiggling his eyebrows at me. " That's not even a kiss yet. I'll teach you how to do a real kiss when we have time. For now, you need to eat. I'm just going to take a shower." he let go of the hug.

"Your leaving?" I asked.

"I need to read and sign some important documents in the office. It's urgent. Don't worry I'll be quick" he kissed my forehead.

I shake my head and cling to his arm.

"No!! I don't want you to be there. Can you do that tomorrow? Please" I requested and give him a puppy eyes.

"It's urgent. Dad needs it ASAP. I'll make it up to you later." he mess up my hair. I frowned.

"Your other woman is there. You know how much I hate her being in the same place with you. She can have the chance to touch you here and there. She can get a chance to flirt you. That's a no no. Deus!" I said feeling irritated with just the thought of it.

"Babe, you look so cute when you're jealous. My lovely kitten is finally showing some claws to keep me. And stop calling her my other woman. You are my only woman so quit it" he said pinching my cheeks.

Jealous?

Me?

Yes, I am.

"I am jealous. There, I admit so please stay here. You like me to be possessive of you right? This is it. I'm being selfish of you. I'm being possessive." I am whining here like a five-year-old kid.

"Babe, listen I will go there to sign papers and not to see her. I will keep some distance like I always do. Don't worry. I'm yours" awww but still I'm not convinced.

"No" I shake my head. He laughed and cupped my face using both of his hands.

"Okay, I got no choice then. I'll take you with me. Chop chop eat your brunch and take a bath we'll leave when you are prepared." he said like raising a white flag as he surrenders.

"Ok, I'll be quick" I run back to the kitchen and sit in front of Tres. He's on his phone talking to someone.

I see the cup of coffee beside my plate but my bacon is missing. Hmmm? I gave him a suspicious look. He raised an eyebrow. I look at my plate and his eyes follow mine.

"Damn that bastard! He didn't cook for me. I'm hungry." he mouthed referring to his brother. Eh?

I started eating while he is talking on his phone. He looks and sounds so serious not the usual Tres. When he's done with his business, he gave me a puppy eyes. I used that to Deus and he's using the same on me.

"You can't cook?" I asked him

"Yeah, my mom never allows me to even go to the kitchen. I'm the youngest and I'm a little bit sheltered compared to my two older brothers so give me some. Please" he clasped his hands together as he makes an emotional appeal.

"Here we can share" I moved the plate between us.

"Really? You are an angel. Thank you." he stand up and joyfully get another fork for him. Then we happily shared the meal laughing because he can't shut his mouth. He keeps on joking around or telling me funny childhood memories.