Outside the Langham Hotel in New York.
Keane steps out of the car and walks to Derrick whose gaze never left the large building before him.
"Are you sure she's in there?" Keane asked, standing by Derrick's side with hands immersed deep in his pocket.
Derrick turned to him, with a raised brow.
"Why would I call you if she isn't here?" Instead of answering his questions, Derrick returned the question to him. Keane didn't say anything, he was in no mood for him.
"Room number" came from Keane's demanding voice.
"Do I look like a hotel record keeper? Go get it yourself man, this is as far as I go" Derrick turns and leaves. Keane was surprised as to what's up with him. He's never spoken to him in such a rude way before and knowing who Derrick is, he must be angry at something.
And for real, Derrick was really angry because Smiles was mad at him and because he couldn't get any useful information that could lead him to his missing sister. Everything was going the other way, falling apart…all his efforts and hard work.
It's been close to two years now he's been trying to get hold of his sister but to no avail, and his dad is there, doing nothing to help. Keane, who promises to help him, is in no way keeping to his word, and yet, every day he spends his time helping him to get hold of Lisa, his first love.
Talking about Lisa, Keane has and is still in love with her. They've known each other for a long time now since they were teens. They were even dating but all of a sudden, they broke up.
No one knew what transpired between them. So many times Derrick has tried asking Keane about it but he refuses to say a word. Derrick felt concerned about his friend because, after his first heartbreak, he vehemently refused to date or have anything to do with other girls.
All he kept on saying was that he wanted him back and never missed an opportunity to waste himself.
He could at least waste himself out in good and decent bars but no, he chose the adult-rated bar to do so which only created more gossip about him being gay.
That's until he met Smiles. She's the only girl he's caught interest in since his incident with Lisa and it was an improvement. But when Derrick started having an interest in Smiles, seeing her more as a sister than a friend, the idea of her just being his sex slave got him angry.
Most especially because Keane doesn't love her. But he's down to make things right, getting Keane back with Lisa so he will let go of Smiles. Little did he know that Smiles had already fallen in love with him even before she could realize it.
Derrick enters his car and drives off. Keane could only watch him leave, contemplating what to do next.
It's either he goes in and checks,, if the girl Derrick saw was truly Lisa or follows him to know what's wrong with him.
After a long thought, he decides to follow his heart and he walks into the big building.
Back in Keane's mansion, Smiles was unable to sleep. It was past ten and there was no sign of Keane.
It's funny how it's become a routine for her to be worried whenever he's not at home or when he's late.
Normally, she would have been happy if it was at first but not now. And it's kind of funny to know she's stressed because of him and she can't do anything to stop it.
Funny how things are going. While she's at home feeling uneasy, Keane is out there begging another lady to reconsider…trying to get her love back.
She didn't know when she slept off and only woke up by the loud bang at the door, which made her jolt up from the bed in fright.
Her eyes became shiny as if she wasn't sleeping at the sight of the man she'd been waiting for.
He stood at the door, gazing at her. There was something different in that gaze if his, more like the ice and cold gaze he always had, it was something she never imagined him to have. It's like he's crying, his eyes are red, and his hair is deserved.
She wonders what might have happened for him to look this way.
The urge to pull him into her arms and comfort him was there but she resisted it, staying rooted to the ground.
She watches him walk to her, in a staggered movement. He seemed to be drunk and it was proving right when he lost his balance and almost fell but she quickly caught him.
Even though he was big and she looked like a child trying to catch on a big teddy bear, she was able to hold him straight up and lead him to the bed.
She pulls out his shoes, and removes his suit, letting him have some air.
Staring at the man in such a state pains her heart for some reason as tears roll down her cheeks but she was quick to wipe it off.
She pulls the sheet over him but to her surprise, he catches her by the wrist pulling her to him. She came crashing onto his firm chest, their faces just an inch away from each other.
His hot and heavy breath hits her face, sending chills of excitement running through her body.
His gray eyes stare back at her as if trying to read through her soul. She shivered involuntarily trying to push herself away but his grip on her waist was too strong.
He takes her in for a tight hug, not wanting to let go.