Chapter 1 March Meets Rod

• "Come and take a look of my house, Marcha. From now on, this is your house too, okay?" Attorney Manilou said with a smile on her face as she toured me around the house.
• "Thank you very much for letting me to stay in your house, attorney,"
• "Don't mention it. Your mom and I are very close friends before. By the way, I'm so sorry for your loss," she said empathetically.
• My mother just died last week and I have nowhere to go because I don't have any other relatives.
• "It's fine," I smiled at her.
• "Come on, maybe you're hungry.." She pulled me into the kitchen.
• There, I saw a man who I thought older than me.
• I'm 21 and I'm a graduating student.
• The handsome man in the kitchen who I think Attorney's son looked at me.
• "You're here Rod," attorney said in surprise. Is his name Rod?
• We looked into each other's eyes. I was slightly surprised and taken aback by the way he looked at me.
• "How's your work?" attorney asked him.
• "Dad is so stiff. He wanted me to take over his company."
• "Well, you're his only heir so that's inevitable. Anyway, this is March Yana.. From now on she will live here,"
• He looked at me from head to toe and I suddenly felt shivers to his stares.
• "Come on Marcha, let's join Rod to eat-ah yes, he's my only son, Rodie James Chavez."
• I respectfully bowed before him and sat next to Atty.Manilou. I could hardly look at Rod because I could feel his distaste for my presence.
• After we ate-I don't know if I actually ate, the maid took me to my room to stay. I was momentarily dumbfounded in the room while not knowing what to do.
• I wonder, if I leave, where will I live? If I get an apartment, I don't have any money.
• I sighed.
• I lay down on the bed and took a nap. When I woke up, I went out to drink water. It was late at night and the whole house was dark.
• When I entered the kitchen, I found Rod on the chair with a cigarette in his hand and a bottle of wine in front of him. I swallowed and immediately turned back.
• "Stop and sit beside me," he said calmly but I was about to pass out from nervousness.
• I sat next to him. I hesitated to smile but he just looked at me seriously as if he didn't like my presence at all.
• "Where the hell are you from?"
• "In Salay," I live in Salay.
• "That's far from here," he said while grinning. I looked down.
• "How long have you known my mother?"
• "Just this past month sir," I said nervously.
• "Why are you calling me sir?" he said and blew smoke from his cigarette at me. I scratched my nose and held my breath so I wouldn't inhale the smoke.
• "March Yana is really your name?"
• I nodded.
• "How old are you?"
• "21,"
• I saw him put his on the ashtray and drink some alcohol. When he looked at me, my heart suddenly beat faster.
• I was almost deafened by the force of its beating. I don't know what's happening to me.
• "I hate you," he said.
• I swallowed. Why?
• "Go away," he said coldly. I nodded and turned and hurried to leave. I don't understand myself but I don't understand him even more why he doesn't like me.
• The next day, I took a shower before going downstairs. I saw attorney leaving with her suit case.
• "Good morning Marcha, I'll go ahead first. Don't worry, your brother Rod will stay here." She said and smiled at me.
• I nodded and walk with her into the garage.
• Now that Rod and I were the only ones left, I was suddenly nervous again.
• When I entered the house, I was surprised to see Rod on the sofa, sitting while the maid who was his age was sitting on his lap and they were kissing and errr-lapping.
• I gasped so they stopped and looked at me. Rod smirked. I turned around suddenly.
• "Has mom left yet?" he asked.
• "Y-Yes," I said nervously.
• Such indecent. How could he-argh nevermind. I've seen that in the movie, I couldn't believe that I could witness that in person.
• "I'm just in the room," I was about to leave when he suddenly spoke.
• "Let's eat," he said. I swallowed hard and wanted to protest. I don't think I can eat while thinking about what they did earlier.
• But Rod's voice was scary, so I followed him into the kitchen.
• I was like a hostage in front of him. I was really nervous. I can't look him in the eye.
• "You have a boyfriend?" I shook my head.
• "N-Nothing,"
• "So you haven't gotten kiss yet?" he asked. Why? Is it required to be kissed?
• I didn't answer but I knew from the look on my face that he already knew the answer to his question.
• "Anyway, mom will surely come home tomorrow since she's busy," he said.
• "What?" I said nervously.
• "Yes. She will go home tomorrow and all the maids here will leave too because they all have a rest day and that means..." he purposely cut off what he was going to say.
• I was horrified by his gaze and voice. I don't want to hear what he has to say next.
• "That means.. the only ones left here is ...me and you."
• I saw him flash a silly smile before he stood up and left me dumbfounded and nervous. I looked at his plate that he barely touched.
• I just hurried the food because I plan to lock myself in my room all day and all night.
• In the evening, what Rod said was true because attorney called me saying she couldn't go home and those maids went home already at five o'clock.
• It's seven o'clock in the evening. One of the maid told me to wait for Rod to come home because no one would open the gate for him.
• I just nodded. I don't have a choice anyway.
• I looked out the window and saw the loud thunder and lightning in the sky.
• I turned off the TV and quietly waited for Rod to arrive.
• After a while, the car honked loudly and I rushed out to open the gate.
• I opened the gate and he went in.
• I was about to pass his car when he called me.
• "Hey!" I frowned. I'm sure his mom introduced me to him.
• "I'm drunk.. Help me get inside the house," he said while leaning on his car.
• I saw his grinning eyes and from where I was standing I could smell the alcohol. I went back to his side and took his hand to walk with me.
• "Hmm.. Smell so nice," I shivered after he said that. He didn't put his nose close to me but I was still taken aback by his comment.
• "Damn.. my head hurts," he complained as we fell on the couch.
• I was about to leave to get water when he held my hand.
• "Where are you going?" he asked.
• "To get a glass of water," I said.
• He nodded and his eyes twinkled. "You wanna take care of me?" he said smiling. Fvck! Why is my heart like this? It's crazy. I should take this note. 'Don't come near him.'