Drowning Emotions (Isla Series #5)

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"It's nice here, 'no? Hindi pinagkakaguluhan ang mga artista."

We've been in the coffee shop for hours now. People look at me and wave excitedly, but they don't ask for pictures. It's been the most peaceful morning of my life!

"Kapag bakasyon kasi, dito napapadpad ang mga sikat kaya sanay na ang mga tao," Marco explained. "Tsaka may model na may-ari ng resort dito. May artista ring mayroong surf shop diyan sa kanto."

"Who owns a resort? Baka kilala ko." I had a huge circle in the industry. Hindi ko lang talaga mga close.

"Kilala mo si Remy?" he asked me.

"Remedy? The model?" I asked to be sure. Hinipos ko ang buhok ko pero nag-iwan ng isang makapal na strand. Then, I twisted my hair up into a bun and used the strand to tie it as a ponytail. It was easy to do since my hair was wet and sticky from the saltwater.

"Oo, pero hindi siya ang ibig kong sabihin." He chuckled, biting a french fry.

Hinampas ko siya sa balikat. "Then why did you ask if I know her?" Akala ko tuloy siya ang may-ari ng isang resort dito!

"Wala lang." He shrugged, still laughing. "But it's Lauren," matinong dugtong niya.

"Sure na ba iyan?" paninigurado ko dahil minsan talaga ang luwag ng turnilyo nito sa utak at palaging nagbibiro! Kung pikon siguro akong tao, baka dinisown ko na 'to.

"Grabe naman trust issues mo sa 'kin!" His hand flew on his chest, acting hurt. I pushed his cheek gently. "Ouch! That hurt!" pagda-drama pa niya.

"Fling mo si Remy or Lauren, 'no?" Minasahe ko ang sentido ko habang nakatingin sa kaniya. Medyo masakit iyon. Pakiramdam ko dumaloy ang sakit ng panga ko roon.

"Used to be." He licked his lower lip after he admitted that.

"Which one?"

"Both."

Napasimid ako. "Model talaga mga type mo."

"Pwede ring artista," he said, smirking.

My brows raised in utter surprise. Pwede bang sumigaw ng 'I volunteer!' dito?!

"Pero paano mo nga nalaman na mga model ang naging fling ko, ha?" Nakataas na ang kilay ni Marco sa 'kin, nagtataka.

"May pakpak ang chismis." I made wings gesture with my hands.

"Raya?" Siningkitan niya ako ng mata.

"I invoke my rights against self-incrimination." I bit the french fry he was holding, hiding my smirk.

"I invoke my rights against self-incrimination," Marco mocked, rolling his eyes with a laugh before finishing the fry in his hand. "Okay, Atty. Ano'ng isasagot ko diyan? Operation success? Or operation failed?"

I laughed so loud. "I don't get it." Then, I stopped. Iba kami ng humor doon!

"Med terms." Napahilot siya sa bridge ng ilong niya, tumatawa. "Pinagchichismisan n'yo pala ako, ah?" He had this arrogant look on his face.

"Laki naman ng ulo nito!" I hit his head with my hand, causing the volume of his laugh to increase as he dogged my hits. "I'm not telling you any details." I acted as if I zipped my mouth.

He imitated my action to mock me before we laughed in unison. Natigilan lang ako at maiyak-iyak nang naramdaman ang sakit sa panga ko.

"You good? Masakit ba?" Agad siyang tumuwid ng upo, nag-aalala.

"Is there a bruise?" I didn't notice one after icing it because I haven't used the restroom yet. However, based on the pain, there is undoubtedly a bruise.