A Diary of Her Sex Life

September 10, 2018

5:32 pm

Felicia del Mundo

What. A. Whore.

I did as she said. I did not read the book at the mall. In fact, I am reading it right now, here at work. I am just packing my stuff up before I walk my way home. So, this is what Christine wanted me to read – a collection of stories about her promiscuity. Frankly, I can't finish all of them. I have only read three parts, and yet, I think I have seen her already for who she is.

This was a time when we have not met yet. Who knows what she did in a time where we were friends. I say 'were' because… I don't know if we are friends when she died.

I just shake away the thought. I walk my way home with a pair of earphones on my ears and a suitcase in my hand. As I was listening to my music, I hear my phone ring. I simply press a button on the earphones. I can't be bothered to take out my phone and see who it is.

"Hello," I say as a greeting.

"Felicia, I heard you got the document."

Right, Guevarra. Of course. How could I forget a man who had some sort of correspondence with my lover right behind my back? All it takes is just a call to ruin my mood on my journey home.

"What do you want?" I ask instantly. "You could have just given me the necklace instead of involving Carlos into all of these."

"Felicia, you know what a crafty little witch your friend is when she was still alive. Don't pin this down on me as if I did all of these. It was your friend that said to hand the necklace to Carlos and not to you. It is all going according to her plan, and we just have to dance to whatever tune she sings."

I could just kill him right now. His easy smugness makes me want to head for his office. "Guevarra, if you are calling me to waste my time, just drop this call. Some of us actually need to commute."

"Felicia, I assure you. I call you not to waste your time. Listen, whatever document you have, I need to see it. That document has the proof of who her heir is."

I laugh at his confidence on the document. "Oh, sure. This document does indeed have the proof – a proof of her promiscuous life, if that's what you want."

I hear nothing. I can only imagine his agape face right at this moment. He thinks he is expecting another written will that says who the heir is. Poor, him. He must have forgotten who his client is – the crafty little witch who makes us dance to the tune she sings.

"Felicia," he says as he tries to gather his composure. "What document did you get from the jewelry store?"

"Her diary," I say smugly. "A diary filled with the juicy details of her sex life. You should try reading it. Maybe college age Christine could teach you a thing or two about how to get a lady."

At the other line, I could hear the grumble in his voice. "Felicia, I play no games! I need that document now, or else, it will be me who will be torn to shreds by these savages. They all want the deeds, and it is only I who can issue the transfer. Now, what does that document say?"

"Nathan, I play no games either. I only have a diary and a few notes that say I should not read the diary in public. She told me to read the diary in full so that I may understand. It does not include you in the deal, so shut your ass up and wait for me to find that actual document. Until then, make sure you don't get torn to shreds by those claimants."

With that, I drop the call with a smug look on my face. He can grumble all he wants about finding that heir. He's just in a rush because he cannot wait to get his share on the fortunes once he properly distributes the inheritance amongst the heirs. What a gold-digging man right up to my friend's death.