It's a busy day at work.
I'm trying to catch up since I haven't been at work for like a whole week. I just had a meeting at the conference room now and the whole time, I wanted to rush the clock and make it end. I tried my best not to yawn but I did it anyways. I yawned like two times and I earned some absurd glances from the staff but, who cares?
Back at my office, the secretary walks in and hands me a gift box. When she leaves my office, I quickly open the gift box.
Inside are a pack of oreos, a box of chocolates and a card,
Thinking about you, Queen.
I immediately call Ramon.
"Queen?"
I smile like a stupid teenager. "I got the oreos and chocolates... I pity other girls you know..."
"Why?"
"Because they'll never have you. They'll never have what I have and feel what I feel. Y
Ramon is not in bed when I wake up.He doesn't usually go without waking me up. Where the hell could he be?I quickly sit up ready to hop off the bed when he enters holding a tray of breakfast: toasted bread, boiled eggs, hot black coffee and a green apple.Breakfast in Bed!This man should stop spoiling me already. I'll start getting used to this."Morning queen," he kisses my forehead.I sip my coffee and bite into the bread, he strips off his pajamas and slides into the shower. The minute he gets in the bathroom, his phone starts to ring on the side table.Marisa...I quickly pick up delightfully."Bestie!""Bestie!" she shrieks. "I miss youuuuuu!""Miss you too love
"Mrs. Clara Clarkson, I hereby find you guilty for the murder of Mr. Clarkson, Ms. Hannah and Mr. Jace and also for the attempted abduction of your daughter, Ms. Camilla Clarkson. You're hereby sentenced to a hundred and twenty years in prison!"My mom glares at Andrew who just testified against her. She has wounds and bruises all over her face and her shackled hands. Life has sure taken a toll on her since I found out she's dad's murderer. And I still kinda feel sympathy for her...Despite all this, she's still my mom, you know...But then I swiftly brush away that slight feeling of sympathy when I remember she tried to abduct me in my house during Ramon's birthday party. If it wasn't for Ramon and my uncle dragging me away from her, I would probably be dead by now.I knew mom was a money lover but I didn't know it was to this extend. She would even kill me? Her own d
Beep!Beep!Beep!I groan as I stretch my hand to turn off the damn alarm.Time to go to work.I turn to the opposite side of the bed and it breaks my heart that it's the first night in tenths of nights not waking up to Ramon by my side since we entered a relationship.Well, except the two nights I spent in jail.If he was here, I would have woken up to scrumptious breakfast in bed or some sizzling morning glory.I had gotten used to this... To him...And now this is my punishment.I drag myself out of bed and shamble to the shower. And as the water streams down my skin, I reminisce on our steamy sex in the shower. His touch. His body.Ugh!I miss that jerk already.
The sun is almost setting.Riana is plopped up on my bed, texting on her phone. That must be Warren she's texting. You can tell by the wide grin on her face.Ugh! I'm so jealous!"Riana!" I yell.She looks up at me, her cheeks flushed. "What? Why are you yelling?""I've called you a million times!" I grumble."By a million, you mean once," she scoffs. "You're so good at math.""Yea. And I'm also good in English and that's called figure of speech."She puts away her phone and growls. "What do you want?""How does this dress look on me?" I ask her, turning to the mirror.It's a white lacy dress with shrills at the bottom."Nope!" she shakes her head.I growl. "Now what will I wear!"
I have been beside Ramon on the hospital bed.I've cried my eyes out the entire night, praying for him to just wake up... Wake up and talk to me and assure me that this is all just a bad bad nightmare and we should both wake up from it.The doctors said it's just a wound on his stomach and he'll recover from it for sure. But if he will, why hasn't he opened his eyes yet? Why is he sleeping so quietly on the bed like a corpse.I want him to fucking wake up!I am tired from weeping and watching him the entire night.I start to doze off when someone opens the door.I turn back to see two nurses walk inside the room. One of them is startled to see me here."You're still here?" she asks in total surprise. "You didn't go back home last night?"I shake my head. "I couldn't." 
"Camilla! Up!"Ramon wakes me up.I've not left his side since he woke up yesterday. We've been talking, laughing, eating, dozing. And now I don't know why the hell he's waking me up past midnight."What?""Queen, we have to go!""What!"He gets off the bed and winces, holding his stomach. He starts plucking out the tubes from his hands and gets off the bed."We are going! I'm not spending another minute in here!""But you've not recovered completely..."He shrugs. "It's just a minor wound. It will heal."He reaches for a suitcase under the bed. He seems to be in pain when he places the suitcase on the bed. Inside, he takes out a simple grey T-shirt and a pair of black pants. He takes off the hospital go
"Wake up!"Ramon slaps my cheek lightly.I groan as I stretch my hands yawning.He gets out of bed and drags me off the bed."I was supposed to teach you how to make muffins, forgot?""It's still too early, babe. I want to sleep some moooooore!" I groan.He lets go of my hand and climbs back on the bed with a frown on his face."Fine! You just want to punish me and our babies every morning with your pathetic muffins. It's fine!"I gasp. "But you said they were perfect!"He growls. "I lied. Thought it was obvious."I throw myself on him and he lets out a groan, wincing."Sorry," I quickly get off his torso when I remember he still has the gun wound."It's nothing," he forces a smile, touching the bandage around the w
"I would really love to have your hair."Marisa threads her little fingers through my hair with this sweet smile on her innocent face as I lie back on the green grass looking at the clear blue sky.I turn to touch her cheek. "Some day you'll have a long brown hair tumbling on your back and it'll be more beautiful than mine..."She scoffs. "I know that's not true.""Why would you say that?""Because that's what everybody keeps saying but I see that look on their faces...""What look?""Like they think I'm going to die."My heart sinks when she says these words and I feel really sad for the little kid.I cup her face in my hands and I look at her."Listen, bestie, you're not going to die. You're going to f