CHAPTER 3

"I called you, but you dropped the call. Look what mess you are in now," my friend blamed me.

We're now in a cafe near the mall.

"Do you know anything I did when I was drunk?" I asked desperately.

She sighed deeply before looking at me with frustration. "You don't really remember what happened?" she questioned back.

"Darn it, Ayesha, would I ask if I did?" I answered, annoyed, before drinking my coffee.

She also drank from her cup before starting the story.

"I was drunk back then, but I kinda remember what happened," she started.

"You left our place, maybe to find a way for us to get home, but I was surprised when you came back with someone. Yes, it's your freaking hot husband-to-be.."

I sat up and listened to her more.

"He's supporting you, girl, you looked like a mess at the time. HAHAHA!"

She laughed hard, like she could still see what I looked like at that moment.

"So I asked him why he was there and why he was holding you. He answered that it was just a coincidence that we're in the same bar, and then Tito called just in time. Tito asked him to take us home. "

"Then fast forward, we're in his car. HAHAHA! You said, 'Hey fiancé, can you stop the car for a while? I'm going to puke,' girl you really lost your poise that moment."

She laughed as she told the story while I did nothing but cover my face in shame.

"Maybe your fiancé was scared as fuck to ruin his car, so he stopped. You hurriedly got out then, you almost stumbled because you could not walk properly. He's like a super hero who immediately followed to support you," she said, trembling like a teenager madly in love.

"After that, you took me home. That's where my memory stops because I was only there until then. But before I went down I heard you talking to him." She looked at me seriously, so I swallowed hard.

"W-what? What did I say for you to look me like that?" I asked nervously.

"Bitch, you just asked him to sleep with you. No, not just asked, you pleaded for heaven's sake."

I was dumbfounded by what she said. Ayesha is not a liar.

"Fuck Ayesha. Fuck,” I muttered a curse and processed everything all together.

That's why I woke up next to him.

"Andrei Villa Cruz, your fiancé Ms. Monasterio."

My jaw dropped as I stared at him. He's my freaking fiancé?

"C-Cassandra M-Monasterio," I barely managed to say and handed him my hand.

I don't know if I was just imagining it or I really saw him smile. I felt like this is the most embarrassing event of my entire life.

I slept with my fiancé? I fucking slept with him.

"I'm glad, because it looks like you and your soon-to-be husband get along well," Daddy whispered to us.

I was no longer able to continue eating due to shock and embarrassment.

"Yes. I was even surprised when you forced Andrei to sleep with you," Mommy said happily.

So it's true. I only answered them with a smile and drank my water. Knowing my parents, they would not really stop me when I wanted something, so it is not surprising that they left the man in my room.

"I won't mind if you make a child this early. Haha!" Daddy laughed.

I was so drenched that the water I was drinking almost came out of my nose.

"Dear, are you okay?" Mommy asked worriedly. I just raised my hand as a sign that I'm fine.

The man in front of me laughed, then looked at my father.

"Hmmm, Daddy we are not in a hurry, but that is a good idea,” he said without hesitation, then turned his gaze to me.

He gave me a playful smile before eating again.

Dream on asshole, over my drop dead gorgeous body.

"Uhmmm, Cass, isn't that your fiancé?" I was caught off guard when Ayesha grabbed my attention.

She looked behind me, so I looked at what she was referring to.

I tsked. "You see, we haven't been married yet, he's now currently with another woman, now, tell me again that I'm lucky to be with him," I said while watching my fiancé with his lover.

They look like a couple who's dating, tsk!

"Whoa? Are you affected bitch?" She mocked at me.

I glared at her before refocusing on the two. They seem to be busy with each other, and do not care about those around them, so they did not notice that we were watching them.

Hey asshole, your soon-to-be wife is here.

"You'll do nothing? Like hide, spy on him, take pictures or whatever?" Ayesha asked as she drank from her cup again.

I rolled my eyes, then just focused my attention on my coffee and her. "What for? As if I care." I stated.

"Maybe he was just taking advantage of his adolescence before he married you. AHAHA! Or maybe he knew that you have no experience in bed so he decided to have fun first."

I almost spit out the coffee I was drinking on her face while she laughed out loud at my reaction.

"What the fuck? Ayesha Samaniego!" I cursed.

"Oops! I think I just caught your fiancé's attention." She shrugged before pointing her eyes behind me.

I immediately turned around and our eyes met. I could not even see the shock in his eyes; that annoyed me a little.

And you are proud to be seen?

Instead of leaving or hiding, it just really doesn’t matter to him that I see them. Wow!

"Do you think he will come to us?" Ayesha asked.

I turned my gaze back to my friend. I adjusted in my seat, then looked at her seriously.

"Ohhh!" she exclaimed, almost covering her mouth while pointing at my face.

"You're pissed," amazed, she continued.

"Who would not be? You're talking nonsense," I spat.

"Okay, okay, so seriously speaking Cass. Are you really going to marry him?" she asked.

I let out a deep sigh before leaning back in my seat. I shook my cup, as if I could find an answer there.

"I just want my father to be happy. If marrying him is the only choice I have, I will do it," I answered seriously.

"I understand your point. You know I care for you. I just don't want you to regret your decisions." 

I smiled a little. "I know, thank you. Maybe we'll just do a set up. Besides, after the wedding I'll be busy too."

She raised an eyebrow at me.

"I will learn to run our business, so that Daddy can focus on himself. I think it's time for me to be responsible," I stated, then gave her a warm smile.

I could see the edge of her tears. "Argh! This is why I hate serious conversations. I hate drama. The fuck."

We both just laughed. I looked outside the café, where a lot of cars were passing.

I hope my marriage with him will be fine. Even if I just insisted on agreeing to it, I still can't help but hope that I will have a good husband who will appreciate me.

"When will you get married again?"

"Tomorrow," I answered, then smiled bitterly.

"THE FUCK? SERIOUSLY!" she spoke loudly so other people looked at us in the café.

I just bowed my face in shame.

"And here you are, drinking coffee with me instead of checking your gown, food, ring, etc.," she said incredulously.

"They said everything was okay so we shouldn't bother," I shrugged.

She rubbed her temple and then gave me a failed look. I just smiled at her to ease her disappointment.

I guess my dream wedding and ideal man won't ever happen.