The A-List Rumor ( English )

Chapter- 2

I felt my heart race as those words left his mouth. The next thing I know was I felt his hot lips on mine. This time it was more intense and rougher than a while ago.

Wanting and owning her as his lips moves onto mine, tasting every corner of my mouth. His mouth tasted heavenly as I opened my mouth more for him to explore. His tongue wrestling with my own as I slowly felt myself getting wet, heat pooling down deep between my thighs.

As the kiss was about to deepen, a phone suddenly rang. But Hyatt didn’t stopped kissing me as his tongue continued to devour mine. But the persistent ringing of the phone made it hard to concentrate on his lips. I felt a slight irritation to whomever it was that is calling, disturbing this heavenly bliss.

Hyatt pulled away, hinting that the person at the other end of the call won’t stop until it was answered, his green eyes dark with lust as he stared in mine. I felt my cheeks started to heat up again just because of a simple stare. He kissed my forehead before going through the other end of the counter to get his phone and answered it. My heart beating abnormally fast.

I ran my fingers through my hair. The past few days with Hyatt even though we barely knew each other were fun. He was kind and considerate even though he comes off as a little cold sometimes. This felt like having a one night stand with someone you barely knew a lot of times.

Except that he is legally my husband, besides I also agreed to give it a chance as part of their agreement. Staring at my husband while he’s talking to someone on the phone, his eyebrows are slightly furrowed which made me giggle a little. I am one lucky woman to marry the Alexander Hyatt Cox, even if it’s just for a year. A year with this man.

I am not someone who likes to overthink and stress about things in life. This is something I chose for myself already, might as well enjoy it. I’m still young. After a year, I am free again. Free to live my life as I want it.

A worried looking Hyatt started to walk back to me, making me nervous.

“Love, we need to go home. Your dad just had a heart attack.”

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Everything was a blur. From packing our things, to riding the private Jet going back to the Philippines. I was feeling nervous and anxious the whole time. Hyatt is just beside me holding my hand, rubbing it softly in an attempt to calm me.

The moment the jet stopped. I was on my feet rushing to go down, walking as fast as I can as I made my way out of the airport. Flashes of cameras were everywhere as a lot of people run towards me when suddenly a bunch of uniformed guards encircled me, making a human wall to protect me from these people.

I got out of the airport safely and was assisted to ride a black BMW car. The moment the car door shut, I realized that I forgot about my husband. I was so disoriented the whole time worrying about my dad and forgetting to even bring my handbag and phone with me when suddenly a man who wears the same exact uniform as the guy driving the car gave me my bag. I breathe a sigh of relief and thanked him.

I pulled out my phone as the car started to drive away. Dialling my husband’s number.

Glancing outside the window, the familiar buildings came into view. I can’t believe I forgot about my husband and ran off like that. I want to apologize to him for doing that and thank him for arranging everything for me and securing my safety.

“Wife” He said the moment he answered the call.

“H-hyatt, I’m sorry for running off like that. I was anxious and was only thinking of getting to the hospital fast.” I sniffed softly, fighting back the tears.

“It’s okay. I understand. Don’t cry, he’s going to be fine.” His voice is assuring and calming some of my nerves. I was seriously close to breaking down. I can’t lose my dad. I’m not ready. And I don’t think I’ll ever be.

“Thank you for this.” I can’t help but to let a tear fall down and soon after I was a crying mess. But Hyatt stayed on that phone call with me. After a few minutes of crying I felt better.

The anxiousness that I was feeling lessens a little.

Hyatt mentioned that he was on his way to the house that we are going to live in, at an exclusive subdivision for the society’s elites. He also apologized for not being able to accompany me in the hospital since a lot of eyes will be on us and speculations will start. We want to keep what we have in private until such time. But if there’s no helping it then be it.

I bid goodbye to my husband and dropped the call when the car stopped in front of the hospital’s side entrance since a lot of reporters are already camping at the main entrance. Going out of the car, I started to walk inside with my guards around me. My head slightly bowed down to hide my face and walked to where the guards are guiding me. Hyatt already gave them an instruction on where they should bring me.

The moment we reached the ICU floor, I felt the nervousness in my body doubled. Not long after, with just a few turns I saw my mom at the sides staring inside a room where my dad probably is, with her handkerchief on her hand wiping the tears away. My mom’s best friend is beside her. He was the first one to notice me approaching. Giving me a sad smile, softly whispering to my mom, probably telling her that I’m here.

My mom snapped her head to my direction and elegantly she walked to me with her arms open. I smiled at her weakly, hugging her back, smelling the familiar scent of her expensive perfume. My mom cried on my chest as she is smaller than me. She’s only 5ft and 4 inches even with her 3 inches heels. I rubbed her back gently.

Fighting not to cry again, as my mom needed me right now. She and dad love each other so much. If soul mates existed, they would be each other’s. So, seeing her other half unconscious and fighting for his life. Made the strong and very intimidating, Amelia Page of the fashion world to break.

We stayed in that position, me hugging my mom and her crying to me when the doctor and nurse checking my dad’s condition came out. My mom slowly pulled away and composed herself, facing the doctor.

I slowly let out a sigh of relief when I heard that he was out of danger. My mom’s tensioned figure relaxing slowly as the doctor talked to her more about my dad’s condition. I let my mom do all the listening and talking to the doctor and walked silently as possible to the window of the ICU where I can see my dad sleeping. I breathe out a small prayer to God, smiling softly to Uncle Rick when he stood beside me.

“You know, I’ve never seen your mom become as vulnerable as she is a while ago.” He said.

Maybe for him it was the first time but for me it wasn’t. I saw how my mom became vulnerable and almost lost her mind before. My dad hid everything from the media, protecting his family. It was a very dark time in our lives. But somehow, slowly we managed to move on and slowly accept it. Uncle Rick at that time wasn’t in the Philippines.

He was busy managing hers and mom’s business. I don’t know what excuse my dad gave Uncle Rick, for him to not question how my mom was gone for months almost a year. Mom was undergoing a therapy for months to help her slowly accept it. And eventually she became better but every time “that day” arrives. My mom locks herself in a room at our house the whole day and comes out the next.

I didn’t comment on what Tito Rick had said and just continued to stare at my dad sleeping peacefully. I felt him hug me from the side, gently patting me as he bid his goodbye because apparently he has somewhere that he needed to be but he just can’t leave my mom alone to deal with this on her own. And since I was here already, it was okay for him to leave mom now.

Uncle Rick did the same with my mom and left. Soon after, mom stood beside me, holding my hand with both of her hands, squeezing it gently. I looked at her and she softly smiled as she stares at my dad inside the ICU. Her love for him radiating and reflecting through her eyes.

“You and your dad are the only thing in this world that I cannot afford to lose. Despite of everything and the choices we have made. Always remember that we love you, okay? Your dad and I only want what’s best for you.”

Her words left me confused. But I didn’t asked her as what she means by that since I can slowly feel the exhaustion wash over me. My eyesight becoming slightly blurry as the whole floor began spinning around me. I was about to tell my mom that I felt sick when I suddenly passed out.