THE MOMENT SOREN’S lips touched hers, she made what was probably the quickest and the most daring decision she had made in her whole life—she kissed him back. And what was more outrageous was she put her hand on the back of his head and pulled him closer to her, making the kiss between them deeper.Her mind was screaming in protest but her heart was hearing none of it.Soren’s kiss was passionate, eager, enthusiastic, hungry but not… perverted or debauched. No tongue action, no groping, his hands were behaved, both gently touching her hips. She was no virgin when it came to kisses and she knew that a passionate kiss involved some tongue actions and groping. The many kissing scenes she had seen in many movies would also attest to it. Or was it too early to conclude? Maybe Soren and his tongue and hands were just warming up. But a minute had passed and the kiss was still gentle. It was a pity because she thought she was ready to return whatever intensity his kiss would reach. Yes, she w
MISHA DIDN’T RESIST with the first kiss so there was no reason to resist now. She could hear some protestation from a little corner in her mind but her heart quickly shushed it down—there was no doubt now that she had fallen for Soren. And who could blame her? Soren had been nothing but a knight-in-shining-armour in her eyes. There were nasty rumors about him but she wasn’t seeing or even sensing those rumors every time they were together. No hints at all that they were true. All she could see were his kindness and his sincerity and his concerns for her. No indications of him as a drug addict, a liar, a kleptomaniac and a sex addict. How could someone so neat, so decent and polite be a drug and sex addict? And he hadn’t lied to her, not even the whitest of lies, or stole from her. Her purse was him for the taking and it should have evoked all the kleptomaniac tendencies in him but he immediately returned it to her, even though it was raining, even though he knew that he wasn’t welco
MISHA WANTED TO laugh as Soren’s face darkened a bit with confusion.She playfully pressed his nose with her finger. “Don’t tell me you believe it?” Misha told him.“Why not?” He held her finger and kissed its tip.“Jesus, Soren, haven’t you looked in a mirror?”Soren wanted to grimace as confusion flashed again in his eyes.“You are the spitting image of your father,” she said. “That’s why I immediately had an idea on who you might be when we first met.”“Oh, okay,” he said, his face still a bit bothered, and she didn’t know why. He still had doubts that what she said—that he might be adopted—could be true? Unbelievable, he looked a younger version of his father. But then, what was wrong with being adopted these days? Nothing, as long as your parents loved you. Oof, his father obviously wasn’t that enamored with Soren, probably the reason why he was so eager to latch on to what she uttered. Unfortunately, or fortunately, the evidence that he was his father’s son was too strong. Any j
“WHO’S THAT?” MISHA asked and Soren wanted to smile when the smile on her face suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a raised eyebrow.“Who?”“The owner of the voice, the one who called you darling.” He wanted to delay answering to tease her and make her a little more jealous—her wanting-to-frown face was so cute— but he couldn’t. “It’s my mom,” he said.“Your mom?” Her voice suddenly softening. Before he could answer, his mother approached him and kissed him on the cheek.“Who are you talking to?” his mother asked while looking at his phone.“Misha,” he said.“Hi, Misha,” his mother greeted Misha on his phone.“H-hello, ma’am,” Misha greeted back, her voice now sounding shy and awkward.“Who’s she?” his mother turned to him.“I’ll tell you later,” he answered and turned to Misha. “I’ll just have a little conversation with my mom. I’ll call you later.”“Okay,” she said and disappeared from his cell phone screen.He led his mother to a couch where she gracefully sat, putting her e
“HE THINKS I’M not his son,” Soren found himself repeating his mother’s word, in a ghastlier tone, for lack of words to say.To say that he was stunned would be the understatement of the year. But then, he quickly collected himself. His father was not the most considerate man in the world and could sometimes be real tactless when it came to expressing his opinions. Didn’t his father agree with Andrew and Kayla’s accusations against him without looking for an iota of proof? He couldn’t remember a time when his father tried to talk to him to verify those rumors. What he could remember was his father, on a newspaper interview, remarking that, yes, his youngest son who was named Soren could sometimes really be a bit naughty. Was it naughty the word he used or nasty?After that, Soren never attempted to read any article or interview again about his father.“Yes, he had that suspicion,” his mother said, her voice sounding a bit weary.“Had?” he said.“He now believes you’re his son.”“Reall
“KAYLA SENT YOU a friend request?” Soren asked, skeptical.“Yes.”“Are you sure it’s really her, probably a poser.”“The profile name says Kayla Cortez and Andrew and some of your relatives are friends with the account.”“That’s not an assurance that it’s an authen—”“It has five thousand friends, the maximum limit for friends, and it’s active for the last six years,” she interrupted him. “An imposter can’t fool that many people. And her friends are commenting on the posts like she’s the real deal.”“But do you know each other?”“I don’t know her personally and haven’t met her and I haven’t been on her Facebook account.”“Do you have common friends? On Facebook, I mean.”“I already checked it. No, we don’t.”“How did she know you?”“I don’t know,” Misha answered. “Maybe you can ask her.”“We don’t talk to each other.”“Yes, of course, I forgot.”He turned quiet for a few moments. “It only means that she looked for your account,” he said afterwards. ‘And it also means that it won’t en
MISHA HESITATED AS she was about to open Kayla’s message on her Message Request inbox to see the photos she sent. She remembered Soren’s advice again—ignore. Everything that Kayla would tell her and show her would anyway just be lies, like the rumors she was spreading against Soren. She thought of deleting Kayla’s message but changed her mind. She stood up and placed the phone on the bedside table again. She went back to bed to continue to try sleeping, although she knew that the fly, the bee and the mosquito that Kayla had sent would be back to pester her and deprive her of sleep.Ignore everything about Kayla, she planted in her mind, and closed her eyes. But a thought occurred to her as she was already feeling sleepy. What if she told Soren about it and listen to what he was going to say about it? Maybe, he’d just tell him again to just ignore it. Or maybe, he’d tell her to look at the pictures. Anyway, Kayla wouldn’t know that she peeked at them, unless she would reply to her mess
MISHA GASPED AND covered her mouthed the moment she saw the four pictures that Kayla had sent her. The photos unmistakably showed Soren kissing another girl. He was sitting while the girl was standing in front of him, leaning towards him, their lips locked in a seemingly passionate kiss. And the date on the photos showed that they were taken during the time that she and Soren were already friends.The first thing that crossed her mind was to send the photos to Soren and then call him up and break up with him—that was how angry she was. She was about to do that when she noticed something. The man was Soren, yes, and he was kissing another girl but the girl was also familiar.“Cindy,” she gasped and whispered.Yes, it was indeed Cindy. And she actually saw this kissing scene live, as it happened inside a coffee shop owned by Soren. It was passionate, yes, but only on Cindy’s part. She saw with her own eyes how disconcerted Soren was, and the kiss was quick, which the photos wouldn’t tel