A Diamond Heart

Episode 11

A

DIAMOND

HEART

~Playlist for this chapter is 'Sometimes - Camylio' ?? do enjoy

Fernando's POV Cont'd

Micaela dropped me off at the motel and I thanked her before walking into the motel building. I almost got into the elevator when I remembered I didn't tell her that I'm going to meet up with her later to discuss what had brought me to the country. How can I have lost so much focus? I ran out to catch up with her but she was already gone before I got out. My return flight was booked to leave by noon today with the intention I must have finished up with Micaela by 9 am and return to Madrid. But now, the time is 10 am and I haven't even got the chance to discuss anything with her.

I stood there confusedly not knowing how to handle the situation. If only we weren't stuck in that goddamn elevator, I would have been getting ready to leave now. How about I call her back here and ask her all I wanted to ask her? Would that be okay?

But then, I doubt she'd want to come back, she has been through a lot from last night to this morning and might be needing a good shower, food, and a good rest. Maybe I should let her rest for a while before thinking of having any conversation with her.

I think I've lost it, why do I even care about her well-being? I should be thinking of my business partners that need me in Madrid, not some lady.

No matter what happens I can't spend another night here, maybe I'll just have to inform my PA to reschedule my flight to 2 pm, I should be done by then. I dig out my phone from my pocket and put a call through to my PA. "Hello Mendoza, how are you?"

"I'm fine Boss, how are you too? Enjoying your short stay in Seoul?".

"I'm okay. For the second question, I've got no answer to that. All I need you to do is reschedule my flight to 2 pm instead of 12, I couldn't finish up my mission on time so I'll be delayed. Do it and send the rescheduled ticket to my email. Thank you".

"Alright Boss, I'll do that right away" came his reply before I hung up.

What now? Am I just going to stand here or go inside and get ready to see her? I almost ask aloud. I walk back to the lobby and took the elevator to the 18th floor where my room was located. Speaking of room, my money just got wasted for a night I didn't spend in here. Don't even bother thinking of reminding me I'm a wealthy billionaire who can spend lavishly because I don't do that, I'm always so strict in spending my money.

If I'm to spend, it should be on important things, not irrelevant things. If it was possible to carry one of my luxury hotel rooms from Madrid down here, I would have. Oh yes! You can humor me if you want, is my money, not yours.

I slide my room card to the door and got inside. The first thing I did when I got inside was a flop on the bed and a sigh escaped my mouth. Suddenly I felt aches all over my body. Yeah, I was expecting this after coiling up like a snake or a rabbit in that elevator last night until morning.

I held my neck and turn it and it made a crack sound and I felt a little bit of relief there. I wondered if Micaela would be feeling such pains too, and if she's feeling pains it'll be worse than mine because she looks too fragile.

I'm doing this again, thinking of her. If she feels pain or not it shouldn't be my business, after all, she was the one that took me there to experience something I haven't experienced before. I shut my mind off any thoughts about her and I sat up and took off my clothes and shoes, left with only my boxers on. I should take a shower before having any breakfast.

While taking a cold shower, a flashback of last night flooded my mind. "Why do I always have to fail in all I do? Why am I always being blamed for other's people fault? Why am I so unloved? Why am I so unfortunate? Any time I try to do what is right, it ends up badly. Do you think I'm a cursed child? Could I have been the reason my parents also died and left me all alone in this world? I just hate to keep living" her voice and cries reverberate in my head.

A groan escapes from me and I shut my eyes closed from the rushing water coming from the shower and sweep my face to my hair with my hands. Why did she say that to me? Is she going through tough times? Was she still being bullied at this stage of her life? Why does she say she is a failure when she is a famous author with many fans supporting her writing? So bizarre one must think, right? I gave a long sigh and washed the soap off my body and got out of the shower with my towel wrapped around my waist.

I unzipped my red backpack which was the only thing that came with me and I brought out a white button-up long sleeve shirt and white pants. I changed my boxers to white before putting on my clothes. My pair of shoes were also white to match my outfit and I put on my diamond wristwatch. I glanced at myself in the mirror and brushed my hair with my hands and that was all I need to look perfect. I guess if Antonio and I should go modeling for any of those magazines he always brags about I'd be picked and he'll be shocked. I snorted and grin widely at the thought of it.

Just then my phone rang, I picked it up from the table. Speaking of the devil, he was the one calling. "Hey buddy, you should see me right now, I was thinking of applying for GQ Magazine. They wouldn't hesitate to sign a contract with me," I said and chuckled.

"Hang on" he replied and he hang up and then within a minute, he called back with FaceTime. I shook my head amusingly and picked up.

"Don't tell me you're dying to see how hot I look. Sorry to announce it to you, but I'm not gay so don't check me out" I teased.

"Yuck, Barbara will kill me if I caught butterflies for you!" He shrieked and I laughed so hard.

"Well, you were so desperate to see me I wouldn't know what to think" I wiggled my brows laughing and he laughed.

"You are looking handsome man, what's the occasion? Did you find an angel that is making you dressed in white?" he asked and I grunted and rolled my eyes.

"I thought you promised not to bring that up again?".

"Well that's right, but your dressing got me suspicious. You looked like someone who is going on a date".

"I'm not going for any date. You do know I love dressing well, besides these were the only clothes I came with here".

"Okay, I get it. So, what's the update, have you spoken to Micaela yet? I guess you must have because your flight is an hour from now ".

My smile disappeared leaving me with a long face. "I haven't spoken to her, I met her coincidentally yesterday but...."

"Coincidentally?!" my buddy interrupted and I nod. "How? Where and when?".

"Dude is a long story, I can't tell you all of it now, when I'm back I'll tell you about it. I rescheduled my flight to 2 pm, so I have to go see her now and get this over with before I miss my flight again".

"Okay, I wish you good luck, who knows, maybe you both...."

"Bye!" I hung up cutting him off his oblivious thoughts. I glanced at myself in the mirror once again and I whispered to myself, "Let's do this". I grabbed my backpack from the bed and put the clothes I'd worn yesterday inside it and my sneakers and I zipped it up. I carried it along with me knowing I won't come back here again because I'll be leaving immediately after I meet with Micaela. I glanced around the room to be sure I didn't leave anything behind, seeing that was certain, I exited the room.

I hailed a cab when I got out of the motel building and told the chauffeur the address of where I was going. In less than 30minutes, I was in front of a mini-mansion if I'm to call it that because the house looks really beautiful and wide but not to compare with mine, mine is a mansion for sure. I got down from the cab and paid the driver more than enough, I don't know why I did but I tipped him more, although I mentioned I don't waste money but being kind isn't wastage, I guess.

Talking of Micaela's home, the outside was a beauty to behold, it was all white with glittering tiles and glasses surrounding it. I'll say this is her castle, she is living large here. But why did she sound yesterday like she was suffering so much? Maybe I'll just ask during our conversation when I'm out with her. I hope she accepts to have breakfast or lunch with me because I don't plan on spending more than five minutes in her house that's if she is not all dressed when I see her.

She had one security guard out, so I told him who I am and he communicated with her through the earbuds on his ear and I was let inside. I glanced around her house and I nod my head in admiration, I'm happy she became successful after all.

As I got to her doorstep and wanted to press the doorbell, the door swung open to reveal Micaela dressed in a white armless flair knee-length gown. My eyes retracted their path to her hair. It was styled nicely into a ponytail and had a few strands of it pouring on both sides of her face. I dragged my hawkish gaze to her magnificent face that was make-up free, the only thing she had on was a lip gloss. She is looking so damn pretty! Her beautiful appearance threw me speechless and I gulped down some saliva from my dried throat.

Can someone remind me why I'm here again because I think I've forgotten?