Chapter Eighty Nine

“Dude, have you seen Azalea? The famous model that clinged on you last night?” Davin asked while sipping his whiskey.

“What about it?” I asked nonchalantly as walked towards my office.

Bumungad ang mga bati ng mga employees samin tanging tango lang ang tugon ko.

“What do you mean what about it? Hindi mo talaga alam?” Pangungulit niya at umakbay sakin.

Tinapunan ko siya ng masamang tingin pero hindi siya natinag, sanay na ako sa kanya ngunit dapat maging pormal din siya habang nandito kami sa kompanya. Katunayan ibang-iba talaga ang ugali naming magpinsan lalo na siya.

Tinugunan ko siya ng ngiting aso.

“Hindi kasi ako marites at isa pa I don't bed the same woman twice,” Kibit-balikat kong tugon.

“Sa tingin mo di ko alam yun, Cairo? Man, listen. That brat said that you impregnate her during her interview, kung nakita mo lang mukha ng Ate mo habang nakikipag-usap sa babaeng yun matatakot ka talaga. Damn, Ate Quira is scary,” He rubbed his skin, attempting to get rid of goosebumps