THE HEIRLOOM’S FIANCÉ

C E L Y N N E

A few minutes past, now I staring how the building of their company is huge, now huge than ours before.

We also spent some time quietly in the car, but it was better because the air conditioner was not turned on.

He came out first, then he kept the door open for me.

But I went out the other door, and adjusted my clothes and thanked his driver. As I left the car, I could see his failed face but he was given a gentle smile.

"Thanks anyway." The tone was colorless when I told him and walked down the staircase towards its entrance.

Still catching up and nicely he slipped his hand on my elbow.

I almost let him go, but various journalists were blocking us. So, I stopped walking.

Even before the people got to the run, the bodyguards also blocked them.

They did not come very far from us. I have also been used to them since I was a child, until now their intentions have not changed.

His sturdy hand gripped my waist tightly.

And back and forth — the scripted life slash of a heiress and slash her soon to be 'fiancée'.

•••

After meeting the camera flashes and the paparazzi, we reach the entrance.

"Lacbayan Clan…" I read their logo in my mind, it is written in Baybayin, except for 'Clan'. It is clean, the penmanship is recommendable from its lines and punctures of perfection.

As I enter, the coolness of the building's air conditioner caresses me.

But this man's warm presence on me is unbeatable.

As we walk through the place with urban faces upon us and everywhere, thankfully his bodyguards are with us, even though he is taller than me, these men are even bigger.

The sight of pictures from their products and the models who are advertised to it are everywhere in picture, different volumes and sizes. It's great. But I think I'd stick to ours instead.

According to him, the eyes of the people are on us again, it is a bit scary and new to them that their Head is with another woman again being brought here.

Because I am not the only woman who was with him… here. But that was a long time ago, because previous one was dead. And I have no incoming news of the others.

We first go to the accounting station, even though the women look at me deeply even when they looked around. "Any problem with me, miss?" I say boldly, I do not object in asking the woman who is still looking at me with that awe face.

She swallows first about to answer.

"Ah… Ma'am y—your mascara… is already above your eyebrows." She stutters.

I do not realize that my mascara was not placed correctly, I am permeably shock of how this happen, so with least luck I am given a mirror by the woman and I fix it right away.

So… that's why people stare at me because of my mascara. This guy didn't even tell me that there was something strange about my face.

I give him my sharp look, and I know this man wouldn't care about me either. I've read his manners a lot, but some are just visible to me. By my look, it just smiles at me and about to lean when he is going to give whispers now.

"You're still beautiful even because of that, that's why almost everyone is looking at your beauty." It passes through my ear, deep and airy.

I just shake my head and let go of him. But I could not really match his strength, so he still holds my waist tightly.

"Have you prepared the total amount I asked you?" He asks the woman in uniform, she nods at him and hands the black-leathered molded case like it is so safe into it, as well as a folder.

He hands me the folder and nothing less our deal is just timidly awkward about me having this one. Soon we leave and goes to the elevator.

The bodyguard are signaled by him to leave. We carry things, we are still stuck together in an elevator again. Why on earth I thought this would happen, but obviously, it will happen all that time now, that I am soon to be with him