Chapter 2:
1164 Words
RACHEL
“This is your room,” my godfather told me.
When we entered, I was overjoyed. It was clean and beautiful. Even better than my room in the mansion. The room was painted in pink and blue, my favorite colors. Did my godfather find out or did he just guess?
“Do you like it?” he asked me.
“No, because I love it,” I exclaimed and quickly hugged him.
He cleared his throat, so I let go of him.
“Sorry, godfather. I'm just happy,” I said to him, feeling shy.
“I’m happy that you like it. I'll step out for now. I'll call you when it's lunchtime,” he said to me.
“Okay, thank you, godfather—”
I couldn't finish what I was saying because he suddenly kissed me on the forehead. My heart raced as if it would jump out of my chest. But my godfather quickly left my room. I unconsciously touched my forehead. I don't know why, but I felt silly, smiling all the time. As if it was the first time someone kissed me on the forehead.
While I was organizing my things, I couldn't wipe the smile off my lips. But I quickly scolded myself because maybe my godfather was just being affectionate. While arranging my clothes, I was also singing. I love to sing, so when I was in England, I took voice lessons. That's why I can say that my voice isn't embarrassing. I’m confident in singing, and that’s also my dream, to become a singer.
“You have a lovely voice,” I was startled because someone suddenly spoke behind me.
“G–Godfather,” I stammered.
“Did I surprise you? Sorry, Rachel. You were so focused on singing that you didn’t hear me. I knocked on the door before I entered,” he said to me.
“I was just surprised, but it’s okay. Sorry if I didn’t hear you,” I said to him.
“Are you almost done? Let’s eat,” he said to me.
“I’ll follow shortly, ninong. I just need to finish this,” I said to him.
“Okay, I’ll wait for you downstairs,” he said to me.
“Thank you, godfather.”
He smiled at me. I felt like my heart might burst. My heart was beating so fast. Even my stomach felt like it had butterflies. Oh my gosh! I think I might have a crush on my godfather. But this can't be. There's an eighteen-year age gap, and he's practically like a father figure.
And besides, my dad entrusted me to him. But does my godfather have a wife? I didn’t see anyone earlier. But with his charm and handsomeness, it’s not unlikely that he has a girlfriend or wife.
I hurried up with what I was doing to finish quickly. It would be embarrassing to keep him waiting for a long time. In my rush, I just stuffed my clothes into the cabinet. So, in the end, my closet was a mess.
"I'll deal with you later," I said to my messy clothes.
Before leaving, I brushed my long hair. I also put on some lip tints, just a little. It looked natural on my lips. I took a deep breath before I opened the door to go out. As I went downstairs, my godfather's household staff greeted me.
They kindly escorted me to the dining area. When we entered, my godfather was already seated at a long table. He hadn't started eating yet, clearly waiting for me. That warmed my heart. There's no doubt, my godfather is really sweet.
"Sorry, godfather. I took a while," I said, feigning shyness.
"It's okay, sit down so we can eat," he said.
"Okay," I replied.
I sat next to him and served food onto his plate. I asked him questions, and he answered them.
"Do I have something on my face, godfather?" I asked, noticing his gaze.
"No, I was just thinking that if your dad were alive, he'd surely be happy now. Even though you grew up in the US, you're truly a Filipina. You're so caring and sweet, Rachel," he said to me.
"I guess I just got used to it, po."
"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked.
"No, just a suitor," I replied.
"Do you like him?" he asked.
"I like him because he's nice," I replied.
"Are you planning to accept him?"
"I don't know yet. We'll see," I replied.
"Just keep eating, I have something to do," he suddenly said.
"You've barely touched your food. Are you already full?" I asked.
"Yes, I'm still full," he replied.
"Okay."
He left the dining area, leaving me alone. I suddenly felt sad, but it's okay, I know he's busy. He probably doesn't have work at the capitol because he's just here at home.
"What kind of coffee does my godfather like? Black or with cream?" I asked.
"Black coffee," she replied.
"Thank you. By the way, where is his office here?" I asked.
"His office is in his room. It's next to yours on the left," she answered with a smile.
"Thank you," I said with a smile.
"You know, you're quite impressive, you still use mannerism." she said.
"Yes, I really can't forget my country. I became accustomed to it when I was with my nanny. And even after she was gone, I made sure to continue learning. Because I wanted to return home without any difficulty," I replied to her.
"Yes, you're right, it's great that you have someone who helped you with it," she said to me with a smile.
"Yes," I said to her with a smile while preparing my godfather's coffee.
When I finished, I immediately went upstairs to bring him the coffee. I knocked three times but there was no answer. I tried the door, and since it wasn't locked, I went in.
"Godfather," I called out to him.
There was no response, so I placed the coffee on his table because it was hot. I looked around his room. The theme was gray and black, and the ambiance was very manly. But I suddenly turned around because I heard a thud.
I almost lost all the color on my face when I saw my godfather. My godfather, who was only wearing a towel. I swallowed hard and stared at the large bulge in front of him.
"I'm sorry," I said and quickly ran out.
I went straight to my room and as soon as I closed the door, I leaned against it. Sh*t, it's huge. It's not new for me to see a man's body, but sh*t. My godfather's body alone is a feast.
Why does it feel exciting here? Sh*t, it's so tempting to flirt with my godfather… I chuckled to myself but quickly pulled at my hair to stop the silly thoughts.
"18 years age gap, I think it's not that bad."
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