Whispers of the Seductress [English]

CHAPTER 1

Pissed off

Our driver turned off the engine of our car after we arrived at the parking area of our house. I got out of our car and as I gracefully walk to our patio, the two maids who's waiting outside our door bowed their heads to greet me, and I just smile to them.

They opened up the double doors and I controlled my emotion when what I first saw in the house was my mom, who looks like she also just got home pretty much earlier than me for whatever errands she had attended.

Looking into me, she had this shock expression. I controlled myself not to roll my eyes over my mother. Why? Are you so guilty that you're seeing someone who's year and years younger than you?

I blurted over that on my mind. Then I saw how she changed her expression from being shock to a welcoming eyes. She got to me and gave me a peck on my left cheek.

“How was your day sweetie? Didn't know that you'd be out today.”

I hate to admit it but I feel like I need to wipe my cheek now. The fact that I know my mom's is doing some dirty business with this estranged guy makes me sick.

“I had attend some appointments for the advertisement of my clothing line”.

I carefully reolied not wanting to meet her smiling eyes, 'cause eventhough she's doing some whatever business with that guy she's still my mother, and I need to show respect to her. And still I don't have damn evidences that she and that Ryden guy has a relationship.

“Oh, that's great sweetie. You are slowly building your name by doing your passion.”

she smiled at me, and I can't hide also my smile, because she really knows that I really want to build a name for me by doing my own passion, and that is to be a couturier and be a great designer.

I tried to forget her doings to make me stay still and calm as I chit-chat with my mom. It's making me doubt about my conclusions with her and that guy Ryden, and now what if's are gushing over my head.

What if that guy is still credible without the money?

Hell yeah, he looks credible because he had a decent job as a bartender and it's in the resto bar of my friend Yua. So he really must be good enough?

But no!? He's one hella arrogant and a thick faced jerk. Judging by how he treated me earlier back in Yua's resto bar. He does acts like a frigging playboy and his last statement to me is the evidence that he's one hell of a playboy!

The second what if.

What if he's really nice, and just didn't know that I am the daughter of my mom, the woman he's hitting off? Or, he might didn't know that my mom has already three childrens?!

That's why he just acted like that with me earlier like I was some hot chick he could flirt with.

Then I realized that...

“No! He clearly does know me! Argghh!”

I gritted my teeth as I do remember that his last words was pertaining perfectly on how a ‘great’ flirt my mom is over than me! That is so disgusting and humiliating to hear, and clearly knows my relation with her.

I clearly have no time evaluating all the the what if's that would come to my mind just to justify my mom's guy. I need to plot my plans earlier so this scandalous thing would be stopped.

Tired and still sleepy af. I still got out of my bed and had a cold shower to awaken all the thoughts I had been thinking last night. I slept almost two in the morning just to plot things out, and get that man away from my mom.

The conclusion I had in my mind right now, is that guy is getting into my mom, since my mom is back on her position at our company as COO, the second high rank position after the CEO. He can't go manipulate the CEO since it's my brother who's a frigging straight guy! So, now his second target is my mom to get pennies or more even a f*cking share at our company, and that isn't a doing of a freaking credible person!

And Now, I'm starting to think if I ever filled my post as the CEO back then at our company. Would I be the one he would f*cking get than my mother. Arghh! if that happens I would bever fall for that man! He's such a bastard who couldn't afford to build his own name using hardwork!

And for goodness sake I am still a CEO with my own starting small business! but of course people like him are kind of greedy so they go for the bigger gold. At least I can build my own name starting from scratch.

I was sitting on one of the benches on our garden area as I enjoyed my cup of cappuccino, when I heard there was a person who's talking. Well, I guess the person was talking over the phone. It was hard to recognize who's voice is it since it wasn't heard enough on my side, like there conversation should be kept a secret. So I just guess that it was one of our house helps who's probably on the phone with their secret lover's that is usually just our drivers. Silly it is.

I finished my cup of cappuccino and was about to stand and head back on our house, when I had the glimpse of my mom who's on her phone nearly on our man-made little pond.

My forehead creased as I peeked through over a bush to spy on her. She's looking sideways, checking if somebody might come in, and caught her. When her head turns to where I was hiding over the bush. I quickly duck my head to hide myself from her.

Is it that Ryden guy again she's talking over the phone? I can't fathom that my mom is hiding something from us, and this isn't a great secret. For goodness sake I can't spill this to my mom, that I know what she's f*cking doing and say bad things to her. I know what depression my mom had gone through when my dad died. She isn't well that time and just wanted to left us and be with dad.

Me, my brother, and sister was with our mom as she fully heals through the years. Then we opened up to our mom that she could go on with dates, and have another chance of love. She always refused it if we set her up to someone who we knows and has good intention with our mom. She would always say that she can't and will never love a man like our dad.

But look at now, she's going on a date. It's okay! But why on someone that is arrogant, playboy, and such a gold digger. Okay! I wouldn't mind their age gaps, but that man isn't surely has a great intention with my mom, because if he has then, he should introduce herself to us and stop my mom from keeping them a secret!

Even if I am in a busy discussion at my office with my team for the upcoming launching of my own clothing line. My problem between that guy and my mom doesn't even leave my mind. It's stays there and it's making me f*cked over our discussion. I massaged my temple as I closed my eyes when the team discussion was over and I was left in the room alone.

“Here's your coffee, madame.”

My eyes open and went to the person who said that. I rolled my eyes at her as she placed the coffee on top of my table.

“Myrtle Leticia, where is the f*cking models?”

I demanded to this frigging woman, whom is my best friend. Who promised me that she would help me find models to model my creations. She fakedly smiled at me showing that she had failed what she promised. God! That was what my team had talked earlier. To follow-up the models since I would have a runway for my clothing line next week, before the official launching of it.

I boredly looked at her and my shoulder sagged showing how tired and stress I am. I feel like crying right now, but then I saw her laughing face looking unto me. Now, this girl is laughing over my despair, not knowing she's the reason behind it.

“You're reaction is so freaking funny, hahaha. Didn't know that you would get serious on this.”

She's laughing her heart out and I almost want to strangle her forgetting that she is my best friend. I rolled my eyes at her and had a sip on the americano she had bought.

“Your models might drop off this afternoon.”

she wickedly said and winked at me.

“I trust your taste Leticia, but what agency did you got the models?”

I asked since I'm freaking aware of that face she's making. She does that wicked look when she did something good, but not for the sake of me. Her wicked smile became more wider and she flipped over her hair, doing that same action my rival Ainsel Ferucci does to annoy me.

“The models are from Ainsel's agency. You know, her agency's quite the talk of the--.”

“Shut up.”

I cutted her off and rolled my eyes over her that made her laugh, and that pissed me off.

“You shut me up. Means, that I have to go. Goodluck my dear Nadia!”

she cheered me up but it sounded like she's pissing me off, 'cause now I'm totally pissed off. I even heard her say “Oh god! I did great for my best friend. I'm udyingly the gorgeous and smart Myrtle Leticia. Hahahaha.”

that made me pissed even more. Such a b***h, I will definitely have my revenge Leticia.

My mood didn't change as I left the house earlier. I left the house problematic and I thought I could clear my thoughts with my mom and that Ryden guy, but another news was added up by my great best friend. Telling me that she got my models from my rival!? Seriously!? That Ainsel now must be laughing that I was needing some help of her when it was Leticia's fault.

And I can't f*cking decline the models and go find in some other agencies! The runway's next week and I need to meet the models for the fitting. I heavily sighed and heard a knock coming from my door.

“Come in.”

the door opened and revealed Zena, my secretary.

“Madame, the models are at the lobby now.”

“Lead them to the function hall, and prepare the outfits. I'll head out in a minute.”

I instructed Zena and she quickly went out to get the models go to our function hall.

I did some re-touching to make me look more presentable, and after thirty minutes I head down to our function hall with my laptop on my right hand and a coffee on my left.

Zena immediately took the laptop from me when she spotted me entering the function hall. I gave it to her and she guided me to where my chair is.

I eyed the models, and they all look pretty professionals, and they got the air of confidence that is surely a great attitude to model my creation. My forehead creased when I notice that there's only fifteen of them. It should be sixteen of them. Eight guys and eight ladies.

I looked up at Zena with a brow raised and she clearly got what I wanted to ask.

“Madame, the missing guy is on his way now. Their manager said earlier that one model has to do something, so he might be la--.”

Zena couldn't finish what she's talking when there's someone who entered the function hall and cut my secretary's words.

“Sorry, I'm late.”

My eyes grew bigger as I saw who the heck was that late comer model, and for pete sake it was Ryden?!

He found my eyes and gave me that sinful smile plastered on his face.

I declared that this is my Pissed off day.