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   Chapter 35 Have I really moved on

One More Chance By Jaycelle Anne Rodriguez Characters: 8788

Updated: 2020-07-17 00:44


~~~Sorry, but I've gotta be strong and leave you behind. I can't waste time so give it a moment, I realized nothing's broken. No need to worry about everything I've done like every second like it was my last one. Don't look back got a new direction. I loved you once, needed protection...~~~

-Jordin Sparks-

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"So is that how your boyfriend shows his love for you?"

An annoyed sigh escaped my lips when I heard Luke's voice from behind me. I was sitting on the edge of the pool, my feet playing in the water and I had just ended the call. I don't understand what he means but it pissed me off that he really followed me here.

He stood a few inches from me and has his hands inserted in his pockets. I can't read his real emotions as he masked it with his signature stony-face.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I snapped at him, irritation was tied on my voice. I still remember what he did earlier during breakfast.

And the question I asked was just gotten wasted as he returned it with another one... too far from the question I asked him.

"When did you start showing off your skin, Samantha?" He asked, not looking at me, but I was looking at him when he spoke, so I just didn't hear what he asked but I also read his lips.

Then a sarcastic laugh left my throat. I know he's referring to my short shorts.

"Wow! I'm so ashamed of your question, Mr. Williams. I didn't know your mind turned back in the 1940s. Tss!"

He breathed, tightening his jaws but didn't look at me.

"Is wearing shorts like this for you, already showing off a skin? Hmm... so, what do you call those women on the catwalk who wear only a piece of cloth? Don't tell me they were already naked to you? Just like... you know..." I intentionally didn't finish my sentence. I know he knows who I was referring to.

"They are different!" His voice raised a bit but just I laughed again.

I got up slowly and put my phone in the back pocket of my shorts.

"Really? How did they become different and why do you seem so affected with I'm wearing?"

"They were all professionals, Samantha---"

"Oww! Why am I wasn't informed that before wearing shorts like this I must be a professional first?"

"That's not what I mean---"

"Oh, it doesn't matter! Because honestly, I don't care! I have a nice pair of legs and I would wear what I want, either short shorts or a bikini without asking for your opinion! You want to know why? Because your opinions don't matter to me!" and deep in my mind, I screamed silently the word 'Anymore' right after my sentence.

"Sam..."

This time he looked at me and I don't know why my heartbeats suddenly became erratic.

Those eyes... now shows emotions, from being serious to hurt. Or am I just imagining?

"I'm just concerned about you."

"Huh! Seriously? Don't you think you're just overreacting, Mr. Williams? Because as far as I can remember, we don't have any kind of relationship for you to be concerned about me. We're not even friends and you know nothing about me!"

"But I am your daughter's father---" but I cut him.

"Exactly! You're just my daughter's father and that's just your role, nothing more and nothing less. So stop meddling my life and stay away from me as I have nothing to do about you!"

"What if I don't?"

He took a step forward but I also took a step back... afraid that he might touch me or do something like he did earlier.

"Why are you still here? Don't you have a girlfriend or wife waiting for you at home?" I asked instead, ignoring his question.

"I am with her." He shrugged.

Goosebumps suddenly crept on my nape when his tone changed into something playful. A bipolar!

"Where is she?"

"In front of me."

"Can you stop talking nonsense, Mr. Williams?"

"Haist, for God's sake, Samantha! Can you also stop calling me Mr. Williams?" He said frustratedly running a hand over his face.

I stared at him as I remembered an old memory of 8 years ago. Back then, I was the one who always asked him to stop calling me 'Ms. Soriano' and simply call me by my name or by my nickname. But the situation seemed to have changed. Now it was reversed because now he was the one asking me to stop calling him Mr. Williams.

"Why would I do that?"

"Because we're both Cali's parents and it will be awkward for her if you keep calling me by my last name.

"

"Really? But Cali is a smart kid and I know she will understand when I explain it to her."

I started walking back to the house but he followed me and worse, he blocked my way.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Can we talk?"

"We are already talking!"

"Samantha---"

"And we have nothing to talk about, Mr. Williams, so get out of my way because I'm sure Cali's already looking for me."

"No, she's not. She's playing with Jack."

I breathed and looked at him, trying to control my nerves.

"I just wanna talk to you and this won't last an hour."

I took a deep breath again. "What do you want to talk about?" I asked him, crossing my arms over my chest.

I remained in my place, waiting for him to speak, but a minute... two or three have passed, I still haven't yet heard a word from him. I can only hear his sighs as he stares at me.

"Tss! You just wasting my time!" I pushed him so I could get past him but he was fast that he instantly regained his balance and blocked my way again.

"I'm sorry." I stopped, a little surprised by what he said. "I just wanna know if how are you?"

And a sneer escaped my lips.

"Seriously, Mr. Williams, how many times do you have to ask me this question? I have already answered it yesterday and I have no plan on telling you every single detail of my life."

"Yeah, understand." He said nodding. "I'm sorry about what happened."

"For God's sake! Why do you keep on saying sorry?"

I couldn't help but yell at him. He has no idea how I hate to hear that word, especially if it comes from him.

"Because I know I have to do it, I mean I need to. I'm sorry for what I did---"

"Oh, so you're sorry for what you did? But for which one--- for what you've done before or for what you are doing right now?"

"For everything, even for what I've done before."

"Hmm... it doesn't matter to me anymore."

"Sam..."

"The damage has been done and they were all in the past, so what's the point of bringing them up again? And you know what, if I'm going to recite everything that happened back then, a single sorry is not enough to compensate for all the things that you did and for the hurtful words that you said. So you'd better not waste your time and effort to mention it again because your sorry will never be enough!"

"Sam, wait."

On my second attempt to walk past him, I failed again as he grabbed my wrist, preventing me from taking another step.

My eyes slowly looked at his hand before looking up to his face.

"Let go of my hand, " I told him calmly, without batting an eyelid.

"I'm sorry if I let you go, I'm sorry if I---"

"I said stop saying your fucking sorry!" I yelled before I forcefully took my hand out of his grip. "Didn't I tell you to stop bringing the past back? We now have different lives, you have your ex-girlfriend back and I now have a boyfriend, what's not clear to you?"

A moment of silence has passed.

"And so, if you let me go? If you let us go? You never loved me. And you were the one who decided, who chose and you chose her over your family and that's ended up there! So stop acting now like you're hurt and sorry for letting me go because you never learned to love me!"

The moment I turned around, my tears flow exactly on my cheeks. I held them back, preventing them not to flow the first time I heard his sorry.

"What if I do now?"

Because I went straight back inside, I didn't understand what he said.

I thank God that he didn't follow me. I just wiped my tears and took a deep breath before entering the house. I smiled at one of our maids as if nothing had happened and pretending to be okay.

I immediately ran upstairs and into my room and silently let my frustrations out through my tears. I don't understand why I suddenly became affected. Why do those words suddenly affect me so much? I've moved on, so there should be nothing to cry about, but why am I affected?

Looking at myself in the mirror, I asked in silence... have I really move on?

But I love David and I don't doubt my feelings for him.

I closed my eyes and gripped the edge of the desk hardly.

"Argh! Yes, I've already moved on! Luke Marcuz Williams is just a part of my past. He's just my daughter's father and he's no longer part of my life."

I opened my eyes.

"Yes, that's right!" I told myself, nodding.

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