Dear Eva,
Kingsley took me into the party hall and never mentioned Stan again.
He took me around, introduced me to a few friends as his woman—I was already getting used to his excesses, but I still wanted to talk to Stan.
If Stan had such a bad past, does it mean he doesn't have a chance at redeeming himself in the future? Should I avoid him because of a past he no longer wants to be connected to? The more I thought about it, the more I felt guilty for even trying to hate Stan because of his past.
I excused myself from Kingsley. He held my hand and stopped me from leaving.
"What? I can't use the toilet now?" I snapped.
He laughed nervously and leaned in. "Be back on time. Stay away from trouble," he advised, and I only rolled my eyes at such ridiculous advice, like I was his younger sister.
Only that I wasn't planning to go to the toilet.
I left the party venue without telling him and returned to the hotel, where I met Fifi, who was working her night shift. I quickly ran to her and asked if she knew where Stan lives. She looked at me suspiciously.
"Why are you asking? Don't tell me you left Kingsley at the party to find out where Stan lives!"
I pressed harder, bribing her as well, before she opened up with Stan's home address.
"And don't tell anyone," I warned her as I stepped out.
I took a cab down the street to the exact apartment where Stan lives. When I looked up to his flat, I coincidentally saw him looking so handsome without a shirt as he drank from a bottle of alcohol.
He didn't see me, and I got to enjoy such a nice view before walking up the stairs to meet him.
I knocked once... twice, before he opened the door, and the shock written all over his face on seeing me was palpable.
"You? How did you... What are you doing here?" He blurted out at once.
"I came to see you, Stan."
He was still shirtless and wasn't even about to get dressed. "Well, now you're seeing me."
I told him I respect the fact that he chose to abandon his past life and live a good one. And I added I wasn't going to judge him by his past. He didn't say anything by the time I was done, and I felt like I had just spoken for nothing.
"Are you done?" He asked instead after a few minutes of silence.
My chest flattened, my shoulders dropped. Doesn't he have anything to say? "Stan..."
"Stop looking desperate!" he snapped. "A beautiful lady like you shouldn't be begging for a man's love." He took a deep breath and forced a smile to his face. "I think you should go now before it gets too late."
I got angry. Like I was trying to confess my feelings to this stone-hearted man, and he's bent on pushing me away? I wanted to be so mad at him.
But then something else in me made me cool my temper—the fact that I was this close to being his woman.
I mean, I already found out where he lives, and it's all thanks to Fifi, the big gossip who knows everything about everyone working in the hotel. I wonder how she does it.
"It's too late to go back. Can I sleep over?"
Stan outrightly refused. I begged him and even promised to stay away from him throughout the night.
He accepted on one condition—that I don't disturb him. Of course, I won't.
But the moment I stepped into the bathroom to have my bath without his permission, Stan followed me in.
He held my shoulders and whispered into my ear, "I truly like you, Eva. But I don't want to cause problems between the boss, you, and I."
"You won't, Stan," I assured him. And what started as a simple discussion ended up in bed. That was the best night of my life. I finally felt fulfilled.
We said yes to a relationship. And the next morning, we dressed up for work; I wore his spare, bogus white shirt over my gown since I didn't come with any clothes besides my party gown from last night.
Only when we got to work, Kingsley had somehow found out. He was waiting for us at the gate, and just as I opened it, we bumped into him.
He looked Stan straight in the face and said, "You're fired! Arrest him for kidnapping my woman!" he declared, and immediately, Stan was handcuffed before I could realize what was happening.
To be continued.
Dear Eva,
Episode 5
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