Stacey's POV
It's been three days since the day he talked nicely to me. He's now being himself, torturing me through a to-do list every day. But it doesn't have to be that simple. It's bringing me heavy headaches!
"Here's your schedule for today. Make sure to organize my meetings too," he plainly said after throwing a piece of cardboard with the lists of persons wanting to schedule an appointment with him.
"Is this all?" I asked, trying to make him feel like I'm a courageous woman who doesn't give up.
I know this is part of his plan to send me away from him, but I won't fall for it.
"Yes. Don't be too comfortable," he said while buttoning up his clothes.
Before he left, he looked at me plainly.
"Having some thoughts?" I asked, and he shook his head. He didn't bid me goodbye and I just saw him walking away from me.
I admit it. Our first day together made me feel special and important. I thought I had already captured his heart, and it's easy now to dupe him for money.
But he isn't that type of person.
"Is this Mr. Servano's line? Kindly tell him I need a schedule as soon as possible."
"I said this is important! I'm already here at the front desk and you're still asking me to come back again?"
"Do I really have to pay for an emergency meeting?"
This is what I've been hearing from all of the people wanting to meet Yul Matthew Servano. But I was shocked by today's episode.
"Hi Matthew, it's me, Faith. I'm the one you rented for sex. Uhm... Can we meet?" she said in a trembling voice.
"Sorry, this is his assistant, Stacey Jules, I can help you to meet him personally if you want. But if you want a rush, you need to pay," I said.
I'm collecting charges for my own sake 'cause scheduling is really free. Well, I have a brilliant mind. Also, my name Stacey Jules is just invented for keeping my family and identity secured.
"It's important, Ms. Stacey. Please help me. It's about... his son," I almost dropped my phone.
"S-son?" I uttered.
What is she saying? Did Yul always have a son or was he impregnated on her?
He still makes love with other people, although I'm now his wife. So what's the reason for pointing it out every time I get into trouble? Is that part of his jokes? My mind is almost blowing!
"It's been two months since I saw him. And up until today, I never heard a word from him. He even promised to marry me," she said, and that made me feel more surprised than the 'son' she is talking about.
"Can you please tell me the whole case it would be easier to help you?" I
asked and she grabbed it.
She's one of his ex-girlfriends. Yul got her because she's been taking her out once in a while. He got into a nightclub. Yes, she is also a whore. He found her pretty and later on, he decided to be in a relationship with her.
Their love has now become a result, and it's a son.
He loved her.
"Please help me, Ms. Stacey. I need him to provide for my son," she said.
Involuntarily, I agreed. Who am I to decline it?
But what is this feeling? My heart felt a strange stinging pain. I felt betrayed.
He's calling me his wife, and he has abruptly changed in one day. Is he playing with me?
Why do I feel like I'm hopping on the boat he made to play me?
Later that day, I went to see Yul at his office, since today's schedule has already been done, now is the time to give him another set. Before I even entered his office, I heard him; talking on his cellphone.
"Always provide a portion of food for her, and make sure it's tasty. Don't look at the price. I can manage."
"Okay. Remember, do not be so obvious. Don't reveal who's doing who."
Who is he talking about? F*ck this curious mind. I suddenly entered his office and he was shocked, almost dropped his phone, and lost his cool.
Psh.
"Here's your schedule for tomorrow," I said without directly looking into his eyes.
"Here. Go to this place and make sure to satisfy their suggested service," he said and handed me a piece of paper wherein an address was written.
"Alright. By the way, I received a phone call from some random girl claiming you're the father of her son," I said and then looked at him to see his reaction. He remained calm, though.
"Just hand me the schedule. I don't need your report. Anyway, go to that place right away before you lose the opportunity," he said plainly.
He still carried that blank emotion. I sighed.
I should stop dreaming he'd fall in love with such a whore like me.
Yul's POV
I hopped in my car and followed her.
Stupid me for selling her to some lunatic and lecherous man, and still caring for her.
D*mn it! She's now in front of the gate. I should sneak in.
"Yul?" some random girl approached me. Based on her dress, she's a call girl.
Next time, I'll be aware of where to stop my car.
"Who are you?" I asked while still locking my eyesight on Stacey.
"I... I'm Faith," she answered.
"Uhm, Miss? I need to go, so make it quick what you want to say," I said.
"I'm your ex-girlfriend, Yul. I'm Faith, and I carry your son," she said.
I was shocked.
"W--what?"
I pulled her closer to me and let her ride in my car. Right after she was seated, I drove to the nearest club and booked a private room to talk to her.
"What are you talking about you're carrying my son. Did I ever have sex with you without any protection?" I asked continuously.
She nodded.
"I'm sorry, Yul. This is me, Faith Honey. I used to be your call girl. But you loved me. I knew you wouldn't remember 'cause I did some improvements to my face. An old man provided it," she handed me a picture of ours.
I was surprised.
"Are you mocking me?"
"Do you think I could do that to you?"