Wyatt's Point of View

It should be me. I should be the one to address him as "babe." Damn, I'm so mad. I feel like I'm going to explode with annoyance. They disappeared from my sight a while ago, but my annoyance is still here. I still can't move from where I'm standing. Even if there are people who bump into me, I don't care; they're even angry because they say I'm blocking the way even though I'm on the side. It's the fault of the man who suddenly appeared and took Aiden away from me. Aish, fuck! Then I was also annoyed by Aiden's answer to the man: that he didn't know me. For fuck's sake, I was his boyfriend! Damn. I just want to explode.

In the middle of ranting in my brain, I suddenly felt a heavy hand hit my neck.

"Hey! What are you doing here? We've been waiting for you at the shop for a while," said Marcus.

"Has anyone here hypnotized you?" Ryan asked with a laugh.

I just clicked my tongue and didn't answer them. I walked out and left them there.

I will not go camping with them! I want to do something, and they can't force me to go. If they want another companion, they will invite Regie and not me.

Oh, speaking of Regie: Does he already know that Aiden has returned home? His longtime crush? Tch.

Because of the thought, the irritation suddenly rose again in my chest. While I was walking, my two eyebrows were furrowed and my fists were clenched in my pocket. I want to punch someone!

I don't want Regie and Aiden to meet, so if possible, I hope Regie doesn't know that Aiden has returned home. I'm not sure if they still had contact with each other when Aiden left, because Aiden and I don't have anything now. He blocked me from all his social media accounts; he even changed his phone number just to avoid me, or maybe he changed his phone number because he was already in another country. Argh, I don't know! I don't want to think anymore; I'm just getting more and more annoyed!

I went home and locked myself in my room. Okay, what should I do now? I want to see and talk to Aiden, but I don't know where he lives.

I've spent the night contemplating how I'll see Aiden again, but nothing comes to mind. I know there are his favorite places here that he can go to, but it seems vague because we were still in high school at that time. What if he has forgotten those places because of the years he has spent in California?

KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!

"You are being called by your grandfather to the dining area, sir," the maid said.

What? What time is it?

"Coming!" I answered and got up from the bed.

Fine. I'll think about it later. But hopefully something will come to my mind.

When I entered the dining room, Marcus and Ryan immediately greeted me with sharp looks. They are holding the fork as if they are ready to throw it at me.

They are not the only ones here in the dining room; my other cousins are also here, as is, of course, the owner of this mansion. Okay, what are my cousins who no longer live here doing here? But instead of asking them, I just questioned what Marcus and Ryan were glaring at.

"What?" I asked before I walked toward my chair.

"Care to explain why you suddenly left us there, huh?" Ryan asked, glaring at me.

I sighed. "I'm just taking care of something. I'm also a busy person; it's not just obvious," I answered. I took a glass and poured water into it.

"What did you take care of? You're not even in your office, asshole," Marcus uttered.

I suddenly spit out the water I was supposed to drink because of what he said.

What the heck? Did they go to my company?

"What's with that look? Are you that shocked?" Ryan asked, smirking.

"I went to my office, but I went home right away," I lied once again. "I felt tired, that's why," I added when their brows arched.

"Don't lie; we asked your secretary," Marcus said, crossing his hands over his chest.

Damn, I gave up.

"Fine. I went home to get some alone time; are you happy now?" I rolled my eyes.

"That's enough talking," Grandpa interrupted. "The food is ready, let's eat."

We did as Grandpa said and ate. When we were almost finished eating, Regie suddenly spoke and got my attention.

"Grandpa, about Aiden... He's back," he said.

I dropped my spoon, which made a sound. My brows furrowed while looking at Regie.

"When did you know that?" I asked. I can now feel their eyes on me. Of course, they all knew about me and Aiden.

Regie turned to me. "Why would I answer your question? and it's none of your business."

I sniggered. "What? I asked you, so you should answer."

"Are you guys going to fight again?" Cynthia interrupted. She rolled her eyes and sighed. "Come on, grow up! You haven't changed; you've been like that since then, until now? My gosh."

"He started it," Regie responded.

"No, you started it. I just asked you, and you answered me with bullshit," I said, disagreeing with what Regie said.

"These fools," grandpa murmured, shaking his head. "Why are you asking Regie, Wyatt? Didn't you know Aiden was already here?"

I shook my head. "I just found out earlier... At the mall."

"Huh? Really? Is that why you...?" Ryan reacted immediately.

I nodded and said, "Yeah, that's why."

"So? Did you two talk?" Grandpa asked.

I bowed my head. "We had a small talk. I wanted to invite him to eat with me, but s-someone suddenly appeared. That guy called Aiden "babe"."

"Woah, that must be hurt," Marcus commented.

"When the guy asked him if he knew me, he answered that he didn't. Damn it." I continued.

"That must be hurting your ego, huh?" Criza said, nodding at her own thoughts.

"No," I answered and shook my head. "That broke my heart."

"So what?" Regie asked. When I turned to him, I saw him smirking. "You deserved it. Have you forgotten? The pain you caused him was more than that."

"No one deserves to be hurt, Regie," Cynthia said.

"That's right. Aiden didn't deserve to be hurt like that, either. He doesn't deserve Wyatt." Regie replied.

"So, who does he deserve? You?" Cynthia barks back, smirking.

"Don't push it. He hurt Aiden once; he might hurt him again," he said as he rose to his feet. "I'm done. I'm going home. Thanks for the dinner, Grandpa."

Grandpa just nodded and let Regie go.

I sighed and walked out of the dining room after a few minutes. But before that, I thanked Cynthia for standing up for me.

Well, what could I say? Regie has a point. I hurt him once, and I might do the same thing. Now, am I questioning my love for him? Fuck. No, this can't be. Just because of what that jerk said, I lost my confidence. I shouldn't be affected by what that gorilla says. He just hates losing, and, well, so do I.

I should clear my thoughts tonight and go to sleep. Tomorrow morning, I will find him. I won't go back to the company until I win him over. even if it takes me thousands of years!

[Morning]

I set an alarm to wake up early. When I woke up, I immediately took a shower and a bath. When I came down from the room, it looked like my housemates were still asleep and only the maids were awake.

I told them to tell Grandpa they didn't see me; in that case, he wouldn't know that I left early to skip my work.

I got in my car and drove as fast as I could. I hope no one was really awake when I left.

Because of what time it was, the malls weren't open yet; that's why I just wandered around with my car near the mall where I saw Aiden yesterday. Maybe I'll see him near here. Well, I hope.

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[Yesterday]

Aiden's Point of View

Wow, oh my goodness. What was that? Was he really Wyatt? Fuck. He's... He's so fucking fine! When I say fine, I mean he has a gorgeous, perfectly built body; his face hasn't aged; and I want to make him mine.

Goodness, my heart is beating so loud! I hope he didn't hear it. I thought my heart would come out. Oh, gosh. 

Okay, enough of that. What is this child doing here? When did he follow me here? Aish. This guy, really!

As soon as we got far from Wyatt, I immediately pulled his ear down.

"Argh! Ouch! Ouch! It hurts!" He whined.

"What are you doing here? Aren't you supposed to be in California with Mom?" I asked, still pulling his ear.

"Ouch! Will you let go of my ear first? Damn, it hurts, for your information!"

I sighed and let go of his ear. Wow, it's bright red.

"Let's go to the parking lot first," I said, and I walked ahead. "Make sure you will explain yourself, get it?"

"Yeah, yeah!"

And so, I asked him again what he was doing here right after we got in the car.

My arms were crossed while I was looking at him. "Care to explain now? Huh, babe?"

He smiled and scratched his nape. "Sorry, okay? You looked like you were in trouble there; that's why I helped you. Am I no help?"

"That's not what I'm asking you, Luca," I replied.

He pouted. "I told you to take me with you, but you didn't, so I asked mom to keep it a secret from you."

"Keep what?" My brow arched.

"That I'm going to follow you here," he boasted.

"Oh, come on," I sighed. Wow, I don't know what to say anymore.

He's my brother on my mother's side. Yeah, we're half brothers, but even so, he was so attached to me. Her friends in California thought I was her boyfriend. And if he's not my brother, I would think the same! To me, he's sweet, caring, kind, and clingy. But when it came to others, his brows were always furrowed.

"I've got news for you!" He said it excitedly.

"What now?" I asked, boringly.

I started the engine before I drove to leave the mall. 

"I learned a Filipino word," he replied. "You want to know? Hmm? Hmm?"

"Go ahead, tell me what you are proud of," I answered, driving now.

"I learned, Pu-tang-ina-mo!" He said that cheerfully, while I stepped on the brake as soon as I heard him say that.

"What the fuck?" I glared at him.

"W-Why?" He asked, obviously surprised by my glaring.

"Where did you learn that? Who taught you?"

"Uhm..." He looked outside and scratched his cheek. "I don't know his name. It was a man, and when I asked him how you say I love you here, he taught me that word." He responded and looked at me again. "Why? Did I pronounce it wrong?"

"No!" I exclaimed. "Everything was wrong!"

"Huh? What are you saying?"

"That wasn't how you say I love you in Filipino; we say "mahal kita." Aish! Don't listen to anyone but me, okay?" I asked before starting the engine again.

"O-Okay. Mahar kita?"

"It's Ma-hal, not Ma-har; say it again," I commanded.

Oh, my gosh. Who the fuck taught my younger brother that word? Do they want to die?

"Mahal kita."

"Yeah, that's right."

"Mahal kita. Mahal kita, Aiden."

Wow, my cheeks are almost blushing. He sounds manly.

"I love you too," I replied.

"Really?! Then let's go out!"

"Fuck off, Luca. We're brothers."

Damn, this guy. Whenever he had a chance, he would always ask me out. 

"That excuse again. Tch, come on, you said you loved me."

"Because you're my brother, and I'm six years older than you, for fuck's sake. Will you stop?"

"But I'm 21 now."

"So what? I'll push you if you don't stop, Luca."

"Aish, fine! Gosh, I hate it. Why do you have to be my brother?"

"Shut up."

That was our last conversation. When we arrived at the condominium, he was just quiet.

I hate mom; why didn't she stop this child from coming here? Damn it.