Ashley Nicole Amores
"You're so beautiful, Ash," he said, and I knew he was looking at me.
"Of course, I've known that since I was a kid," I boasted, smirking. He grinned.
"Let's go, I'm hungry," I said, and he nodded. We went downstairs, and wow, the view was amazing.
"Eat this, it's delicious. I cooked it," he said, offering me adobo. Let's seeâ¦
I took a bite, and wow, it was delicious! Not bad at all.
"How is it?" he asked.
"Excellent," I simply replied. I could see him smiling. I ate and ate; he was a surprisingly good cook.
I felt his gaze on me, making me uncomfortable.
"Why are you staring? I know I'm beautiful, but if your stares were gold, I'd be rich," I said, annoyed.
"You look so beautiful and cute when you eat," he said, making me frown.
"So, I'm only cute when I eat? What a jerk! Eat before I do something bad to you," I said sarcastically.
"I'm just telling the truth, wife," he said. Whoa, he's softening my heart.
"Don't call me wife," I said.
"Why? You're my wife, after all," he replied.
"Tsk, it's just a piece of paper," I said. He fell silent. After we finished eating, I went to my room, leaving him to find his ownâhe hadn't come in yet.
Bored in my room at 11:50 PM, I went out. It was late, but something felt wrong.
I saw someone on the terrace and approached.
It was Zandro, and he looked⦠what the� He seemed completely drunk.
I approached him. He was staring into the distance and didn't even look at me, even though Iâm sure he sensed my presence. What the heck?
I was shocked to see him crying. Why was he crying? What happened? Maybe he has a problem. Poor guy.
"Why are you drinking?" I asked.
"Nothing. I just wanted toâ¦" he mumbled.
I sat beside him and poured myself some wine. Maybe he has a problem and doesn't want to talk about it. I should have been there for him.
I took a sip. Ugh, so bitter! What kind of wine is this? So strong!
"Ugh, so yucky! It's so strong! I can't handle this," I said, sticking out my tongue.
"What are you doing?" he said coldly.
"I'm going to keep you company. You have a problem, just tell me so I can help."
"What's your problem?" he asked.
"Me? I didn't do anything," I said.
"Yeah, you're right. You didn't do anything, but I don't know why I'm falling for you," he said, surprising me. What's he talking about? Falling? He's got to be kidding. I'm the one who's been trying to avoid him.
"I'm not a toy for you to play with, jerk, and I'm not a fool, so don't try to fool me. You're suchâ¦" I said.
"I'm not fooling you, Ashley Nicole. It's true that I love you," he said.
"Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yeah," he replied.
"You're just drunk," I said.
"Maybe I am," he said.
"Yup, let's get you to bed," I said, lifting him. I gently laid him on the bed, took off his shoes, unbuttoned his polo shirt because he seemed hot, and wiped him down with a towel. He seemed feverish; he must have a lot of problems.
Before I went to tidy up, I put on a record. I don't know why; I just felt like it. Whatever.
I cleaned up his mess on the terrace, then returned. I turned off the record and lay down beside him.
I covered him with a blanket to keep him warm. To my surprise, he wrapped his arms around me from behind. What's his problem?
I let him hug me, but I was surprised when he turned to face me, nuzzling his face into my neck, and saying,
"I love you more than myself, Ash. Give me a chance, please," he murmured. My face flushed; he's so cute when he's asleep! Why is he always like this when he's asleep?