His Rejected Surrogate

CHAPTER 8: Cruel Kiss

Third Person's POV

The glare of the sun reflects on the window shield as Lance drove in the afternoon glory. Beside him sits his husband, Aidan, while at the backseat sits Amanda, who's looking out the windows with her earphones on. Lance stopped in the red light and turned off the stereo.

"Babe, can we talk about it?"

He eyed his husband who's busy with his phone.

"Not now, babe. I'm talking to my clients. They said they're willing to check out your new dining table design."

Lance clicked his tongue and rummaged his hair. "Aidan, we're not talking about business here. I can just find another buyer for that, and I'll be working on too many projects ahead. But this issue is different. Why are you letting me sleep with that woman?"

He asked angrily. This isn't his plan. Everything was wrong. He was wrong for meeting that woman in the first place. He tried all his best to get rid of her, but she keeps on running in his mind. He doesn't want to be unfaithful to his husband, no doubt that he's so much in love with him, but he can't deny the fact that Maria resembled someone in his mind that he feels hold a special place in his heart, someone whom he might have forgotten. The way she sings his favorite song on the first night at the bar, the way she laughs like there's no tomorrow. Those little things that she does point to someone whom he might have adored in his past, but he can't seem to remember.

He thought that this might not end in good terms if he'll continue seeing her, that is why he said goodbye on their last meeting, to forget her completely and focus on building a family with Aidan.

But little did he know that fate is really treacherous.

Fate really doesn't follow your plans, it has its own f*cking plans.

He also blamed himself for letting Aidan decide in choosing their baby maker, and without even knowing the applicant better.

"Babe! She's at the back! She might hear you!" Aidan spoke sternly.

Lance took a deep breath and forcefully looked at the road. His hands are tapping on the steering wheel, trying to think straight.

"Alright, let's talk about this when we get to the rest house. We need to find another solution."

He started the engine and drove away. Amanda, who is pretending to listen to music, rolled her eyes and snorted.

If I know, you're just afraid that your husband will know that you're a loser, a bastard!

She grabbed her phone and selected a song. She selected 'Happiness is a Butterfly' by Lana Del Rey. She started singing, not minding the people in front of her.

"Do you want me or do you not?

I heard one thing, now I'm hearing another"

Lance heard her mesmerizing voice, and he can't help but be distracted. This is one of the few things that appealed to him but he doesn't want to give any reasons for his husband to doubt him, so he ignored her completely. He turned on the stereo, raising its volume to max.

"Babe, what are you doing? The music is too loud." Aidan turned to him in disdain. He leaned forward and turned the radio down.

"I'm just listening to music." Lance defended, but before he can adjust back the volume, Amanda's voice was again heard in the air. Aidan, who's riding shotgun, smiled upon hearing her voice.

"Wow! She has a lovely voice! Babe, what do you think?" Aidan exclaimed.

Lance didn't respond as he focused on driving. This is really not going well, he thought.

After an hour, they arrived at their rest house. It was situated in a countryside where houses are far away from each other.

This house is smaller than that mansion of the Villafuerte, but this looks cozy enough to be called home.

They went inside and like a kid, Amanda roamed the house.

"Wow!" Amanda exclaimed in awe as she saw lots of paintings hanging on a wall. On the left side of the house lies a Vincent van Gogh "The Starry Night" painting that Amanda really liked.

It holds a deep sentiment on her heart, as she remembers her first love who also painted a version of this when they were young.

"This is my favorite painting! Where did you buy this? This is so amazing!"

She ran her fingers through the painting, admiring its intricate colors.

"We didn't buy that. It's actually Lawrence's. He made a little revision on that."

Aidan said proudly as he walked closer to her. Amanda nodded in wonder, she never thought that this guy has a talent. She also scanned the surroundings and noticed a lot of unique furniture like the dining table where you can place your notebook and pen under, and also a chair with a unique foot relaxer at the bottom.

"Lawrence made almost all the furniture in this house. It's as if his life depends on whether he'll be able to create his designs or he wouldn't do it at all. I think I didn't mention it before, but our company is a furniture company. And Lawrence is our dear chief designer. Although, sometimes some of his inventions are a little bit off."

"You don't need to say that." Lance butt in as he grabbed Amanda's luggage and walked away. "I'll show you to your room." He said.

"Let's go, Miss Young."

Aidan grabbed her hand and showed her into her room.

The room was empty, except that there are paintings all over the place. There are paintings of little kids playing in broad daylight, an old man and woman walking from afar, and a lot of abstract paintings.

"This is our guest room. We can just remove these paintings and clean everything in it, just make yourself comfortable."

"I'm fine with the painting. Don't remove it anymore."

She said. Looking at those paintings, she can't help but throw a glance at Lance who has been very quiet ever since they arrived at this place, and she silently gave him a round of applause for such great talent.

Suddenly, Aidan's phone vibrated in his pocket.

"I'll take this call first. Excuse me."

Aidan left the room, and that leaves Amanda and Lance alone in the room.

"I didn't know you liked painting."

Amanda said, not looking at Lance.

"You don't know me at all."

"Of course I don't. I'm a fool for trusting you."

Lance was about to respond when Aidan hurriedly went back.

"Guys, the office needs me. There was a problem with the sales, and we need to resolve it as soon as possible."

"I'll drive you there," Lawrence said.

"No, no need. Just accompany Miss Young. I'll be home later."

"I insist."

"Babe." Aidan paused and smiled, "I can manage. Just cook good food for me, okay?"

Lawrence sigh and just agreed.

"Okay." He leaned forward and kiss Aidan. Amanda looked away as she heard the smacking of their lips.

"Make yourself at home, Miss Young. I'll see you later." Aidan waved goodbye and drove away.

Lawrence turned around but Amanda grabbed his hand.

"Lance! Why do you keep ignoring me? Why do you pretend not to know me?"

"I'm your boss, know your limitations." He scowled at her.

"I know. But I need to know the truth. Don't you really recognize me? Whatever happened between us, do you really not know about it?"

"I don't want to talk about it." He stormed out of the room.

"What the hell? You don't want to talk about it? Are you running away from it? Oh, come one! Be a man, Lawrence Villafuerte! You f*cking gay! Pretensious d**k s*cking f*ggot!"

She screamed at the top of her lungs in anger. The next thing she knew, she was already pinned on the wall with sharp nails digging on her raised arms.

"Say it again."

He said displeased, clenching his teeth.

"What?! That you are a f*cking gay? Or that you are-hmmp."

She wasn't able to finish what she's saying when her lips were covered with his mouth. His lips mashed against hers as if trying to destroy her mouth.

This is isn't like the first time that they kissed. This kiss is different, full of cruelty and angst. You wouldn't sense any tenderness on it, as what Amanda longed for.

His lips are still crashing into hers, while his fingers are still digging into her arms. She struggled in his grasp, trying to fight back against him but to no avail. His broad arms are so overpowering her, and she can only whimper in pain. A loud cry escaped her lips as she felt a tinge of blood on her lower lip as Lance roughly bit it. Hot tears rolled down her face, so Lance let go of her and walked out the door.

"That's what I'll do with you if you won't shut up your goddamn mouth."

He left and slam the door.

Amanda was left in her own accord, trying to collect what happened.

"F*ck you, Lance Villafuerte!"

She felt her lips with her palm and saw blood gushing from it. She sucked her lips to ease the sting, tasting the iron aftertaste of it.

She never thought that the once sweet and gentle man than she have known would be this cruel, and she can't help but curse him a million times in her head.

"I'll make you fall in love with me, like a f*cking mad dog, Lawrence Villafuerte. Just so you wait. You will f*cking regret it."

She muttered under her breath.

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