Cold Fangs [Fangs Series # 2]

Chapter 1 - Queen B is Back

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Chapter 1 – Queen B is Back

♪Sitting on my bed with just your t-shirt on
Turning up the volume to my favorite song
Boy I can't lie
What we did last night
You know it's constantly replaying, staying on my mind♫

I removed my head phone on my ears as I saw the stewardess made a sign that we’re taking off.

I lazily put my expensive shades and put a light lipstick on my lip. No one knows I’m back. I tried to cut all my contacts while I was in Colorado. I didn’t even bother telling my parents that I still have plans of coming back. My heart is still in the process of healing because 5 years staying there is not helping. Not even a bit!

“Welcome back, Ms. Cassey Aragon.” The man greeted me.

“Yeah, it’s good to be back.” I said while walking like in a runaway. It’s still me. The confident Cassey who can intimidate everyone just by passing by.

“Ms. Cassey, would you like me to tell your father that you’re back?” Leni—my assistant asked me.

“No, huwag na.” simple kong tugon.

“But where will you stay?” tanong niya pa habang hindi magkanda ugaga sa mga dala niyang signature bags which is mine because you can’t expect me to carry my Nine West shoulder bag, channel hand bag and my oh so expensive hartmann luggage.

“In my penthouse of course!” nakakairita na ‘tong assistant ko! Ang daming tanong eh sa nagmamadali nga ako at baka may makakita sa akin dito na paparazzi.

“B-but…Diba po—”

Hindi ko na siya pinansin at pinagpatuloy ko ang paglalakad. Bahala siya diyan! Ang taas ng sahod niya para magreklamo. Tsk! I hate secretaries! Only because Theyn was a secretary you have to hate everyone. Bitter! Wtf! Do I have a split personality already? Gosh!

Inihatid ako ng kotse sa penthouse ko. I know ang iniisip niyo ay masyado akong maarte at may pa-penthouse penthouse pa akong nalalaman and it’s not an issue if I live in a plain condo. But that’s the thing. I don’t do plain things. I wanted everyone to see how rich I am to afford a high class penthouse just for me. Because this is what single ladies do, spend their fortune.

Pinauna kong umakyat ang mga personal chimay ko para ayusin na rin ang mga gamit ko. It took them 30 minutes bago maayos ang lahat. Pinaalis ko sila saka ako umakyat sa second floor. I went outside the veranda at ramdam ko ang init sa Pilipinas.

“Geez! I hate here!” agad kong sinara ang glass door panel. Bakit kasi hindi ko na lang napili pumunta sa lugar na malamig? Sa South Korea, Japan or in Paris.

I made a mental note na hindi ako magtatagal dito sa Pinas. 1 month then I’ll go to Paris.

May mga magazines na naga-stack under the bedside table kaya kinuha ko ‘to.

My heart pounds erratically when I saw the front cover of the Time Magazine. It was Kent and Theyn—happily embracing each other under the Arc de Triomphe. Naibato ko ang magazine sa trash can. Okay! Sila na ang masaya! Ako na ang miserable. This is b-llsh-t!

Kinuha ko lahat ng magazine sa buong kabahayan at tinapon sa labas ng veranda. I don’t care kung may matamaan sa baba. I just don’t f-cking care! I am so angry—not to them but to myself. I thought I’d accepted the fact that Kent’s not mine and never was. And I don’t want to be a hypocrite bitch to deny na okay na sa akin ang lahat. I can fool everybody na nakapag move on na ako. But not to myself.