Ego Hurt

The moment was awkward between Cecilia and Miguel. Miguel just crossed his legs and pretended as if he didn't say a word to her. Cecilia, however, couldn't help but get overwhelmed by the situation as sharing a bed with Miguel wasn't the idea.

With her eyes still examining the spacious bedroom, she moved forward to sit on the other side of the bed, maintaining a long distance with Miguel who was unfazed by her whole movement.

Immediately she sat on the spacious bed, her eyes widened in awe. "Aww, it's so soft." She said, giggling to herself as she bounced on it before lying down on the bed, trying to create a snow angel. She kept rolling on each side of the bed, forgetting the fact that Miguel was still at the other end of it. Her body collided with his back making him fall on the floor.

In realization of what she had just done, Cecilia sat up, her fingers on her mouth as her face flushed in fear. What had she just done?

Miguel stood up, wiping little to no dust from his body. A frown settled on his face when he locked his gaze with the small fearful figure on the bed. He let out a sigh, before leaving her alone in the room.

"Phew!" Cecilia heaved a sigh of relief. "I need to go on a diet, I'm getting fat." She said as her shoulders dropped, remembering her Miguel body-shamed her some days ago.

Cecilia's ego hurt.

While she was still at it, she continued savoring her lonely moment on the soft cozy bed. Bouncing on it and punching the hard pillows until she was tired. She took her phone, ready to read some hot news when the photo of Miguel popped up in her news feed.

NEWS!!! MG UPCOMING FASHION SHOW!!

MG'S HOT CEO!!

LATEST MG'S BRAND DISCLOSED!!

Cecilia sat upright, her gaze not leaving Miguel's photo on her phone as he was the hot CEO of MG, the biggest fashion industry in Spain.

She had always fantasized about getting lots and lots of their product and now that their new brand was out, how was she going to get it? Unlike before, Cecilia would always drool over Miguel's photo on her photo but now was different, the only thing she could do was stare.

This man, the hot CEO was her husband—her fake husband. With a sigh, she scrolled through the photo but another news about the MG Fashion Show popped out. She was interested in what this year's show would be like as she had always followed up on their previous show because she was a die-hard fangirl of Miguel.

Sighing, she dropped her phone, closing her eyes to relax her mind but her mind didn't seem to be at ease. The incident with Marco flashed in her head as she couldn't help but think about how charming he looked.

The old man was charming as well, so his sons weren't exempted. Marco happened to look exactly like the old man, taking his silvery white hair. A lot of comparisons between the brothers played in her mind as she didn't know why she was thinking about them when she was in a dire situation. But she couldn't deny the fact that Marco was more charming or was he?

Her thoughts were cut off by the buzzing sound of her phone. She opened the message sluggishly only for her eyes to widen in disbelief when she read the content of the message.

CECILIA, I'M IN SPAIN.

XOXO

"What the fuck!?" A gasp escaped her lips as she sighed in frustration, her countenance etched with anxiety. This was a no-good situation.

While Cecilia thought of a way to handle her situation, Miguel was downstairs, sitting comfortably in the sitting room in the company of the little miss.

"Brother Miguel, how's the show going to be like?" Little Gracia asked, her big brown eyes shining brightly as she gazed at the man sitting beside her.

Miguel turned to her, keeping his phone aside as he patted her hair. "Just like the other shows, Gracia. But I have a good feeling that this one's gonna be different."

Little Gracia smiled even though she didn't understand what he meant by having a good feeling about the show but his words settled with her. She smacked her lips as she continued feasting on the ice cream that he got her a few minutes ago.

"Enjoying yourself?" He asked, smiling at her.

The little girl nodded, not tearing her gaze from her meal while Miguel let out a low laugh before he continued with his business on his phone.

He was quite fascinated by the way his fans took the upcoming fashion show upon themselves. As he started getting a lot of messages that he failed to respond to, instead he made a public post.

THE DATE OF THE FASHION SHOW ISN'T OUT YET!

Immediately he dropped those statements, online, and a lot of views and comments started coming by. This wasn't new to him as he was a celebrity himself. His attention was deviated to the little girl beside him who wailed helplessly.

"What's the matter?" Miguel asked, his voice filled with urgency.

Little Gracia pointed to the floor and Miguel's eyes followed suit. He saw her ice cream spilled on the floor with the pet cat peeking on it peacefully.

"It's okay, I'll get you another one." He tried assuring her but the little girl wanted her ice cream back immediately.

With frustration hinted on his face, he ordered a servant to get another ice cream for the little girl, and the other wiped off the mess on the floor to the kitty's disappointment.

Miguel carried Gracia and placed her on his thighs while trying to calm her down.

"Me...wants..."

Hic! Hic!

"...ice cream!" The little girl said shuttering. Miguel couldn't help but chuckle at her cuteness. After much reassurance, she calmed down and fell asleep. Just then, Camilla's voice resounded in the room.

"Who the hell made my daughter cry?" She yelled furiously as he descended the stairs.