Not A Saint (ENGLISH VERSION)
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: He’s not a saint

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MY WHOLE body ached during a few rounds of what Bellevera and I did. We did that se*ual intrcourse and I let him do what he wanted. When I fell asleep and woke up I was next to him in bed and he was sound asleep. I felt like he's also tired of his bullsh*t.

There was a trace of sadness and pain in my eyes. I'm a bird that can't get out of my cage. If I could just stay away from this place I would have done it. I don't like him and I'm not for him either.

Even though my body was still hurting especially the lower part I forced myself to stand up, I just wrapped the blanket around my nkedness. I need to go. I need to escape before he wakes up.

When I looked at the phone there was a miscall there that was unfamiliar to me. I guess this is the woman whom I put my number on.

I was no longer able to shower and rinse my body. I got rested, that was enough and Bellevera also got what he wanted from me. I think he will stop me once he found out I ran away from him again. I'm not sure what still he needs from a woman like me? He can't even make me proud of anyone or anyone he knows. I feel like I'm even less of a woman to pay after Brent and Bellevera get my body. I have nothing to be proud of anymore.

I took advantage of being able to get dressed quickly. I hope I will never let him wakes up.

I didn't even put on my shoes, I just picked them up and walked out of his condo unit barefoot. I carefully closed the door so as not to make any noise and I didn't want him to wake up yet.

When I made sure I was outside I then put on the stiletto and walked. I simply arranged my hair that was spread behind my back and my face might no longer recognize it as it looks disgusting now. I even peeked at my appearance on the phone.

I wish I could even think of taking a shower to wash. I didn't want to do anything because I didn't want Bellevera to sound like I was leaving.

Riding the elevator, I glanced a few more times to see if Bellevera had followed me. I seemed paranoid at that stage. I felt scares, my heart is jackhammering on my chest just because of that man that I shouldn't feel this kind of intensity. But Bellevera made an exception. He wasn't nice, He's not a saint.

It's already eight in the morning so maybe there are people in the lobby as well. I maliciously went straight to the exit door just to make sure I was actually out.

I was about to get out of the car when my phone rang. To my surprise, I almost jumped as well. Fortunately, Bellevera's name wasn't there in the call register. That's just a number. I was forced to answer when the call never stops.

"Hello."

"Hi. Still, remember me?"

"Sorry. I'm not good with names.

"OMG! I didn't know you forget me easily. We met in the hotel restroom and I was the one who told you to tell everything about Ezekiel." The way she said it, looks like she has something to brags about. She still looks very proud of herself for revealing Bellevera's secrets.

I'm just thinking why she wanted to help me?

When I did not answer she continued speaking. "Come on. Where are you now? Is he still with you? If you want I will pick you up."

"N-No, thanks. I am fine."

"So, are you two together? Aw! For sure he did something... you know. He was the talk of the town being a playboy. Everyone he meets at the party is definitely in bed with him. And he never sticks to one woman." I growl as she speaks. "I guess you said everything you wanted to say-" But before I could get down she chased after me to talk.

"Please, don't cut the call. I know I look like a stranger to you, but I can be your ally."

"Why are you helping me?" I couldn't help but ask her. Of all people, why she was helping me, all of a sudden?

"Because you are Ezekiel's target. Zeke has lots of women and my cousin was included in his list and because I wanted revenge on my friend, I wanted to help you," she explained further.

I closed my eyes and then accepted her explanation. It caught my interest. "O-Okay. I wanted to talk to you in person. "I'm already walking away from the condominium building, it's getting hard and the staff might even notice me or meet and mention that to Bellevera.

"Good. Where exactly are you?"

"I will send you my location."

In less than ten minutes she arrived in immediate response. Her shoulder-length hair was loose, wearing shades and the ceiling of the car was open to greet me.

"ARE YOU sure you wanted to stay with me?" she asked me again. I already told her I don't want to go home yet. I'm sure Bellevera will see me there. He's going to follow me anywhere. Not unless he is satisfied with our one-night-stand. "Yes. Is that okay with you?" I ask shamelessly

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She nodded and even smiled at me. We are already in front of his apartment. This is where he sleeps.

"My apartment wasn't that big ha. I live with my cousin, Zeke's ex I'm referring to. But she's not here."

She kindly let me in. I can tell she's very talkative for a woman. She's good-looking. I might enjoy her company.

I felt like this is my first time living outside my comfort zone. I used to have only Brent and mommy by my side, maids or driver. But right now, I feel the freedom that I already have in another world. That I will finally have a friend as well. She went straight to the area that I think leads to the kitchen.

"I already cooked before I called you. Do you eat sisig?" She was referring to a spicy food delicacy.

"As long as it's not too spice." I'm not a fan of spices but it wasn't that much spice then I'll be fine.

"Oh. Sorry. You know most girls like me, like spices. Lib*do increase. You know. When you eat spicy food, you will stay in bed longer." Then she winks at me when I walked in her direction.

She laid the food on the glass table.

"If you don't like it. I have leftover adobo, I just heat it. It's not spicy by the way."

I just gave her a short smile. She even pulled me out of a chair so I was forced to sit.

"Oh. Do you want to change clothes? You can use my shower too if you want."

I was suddenly taken aback by what she said. Does she smell something on me? Or do I look like a rag in my clothes?

She made an apologetic smile. "Oh please, I don't mean to offend you. Maybe it's because you're not comfortable. So, I am offering you some-"

"No. It's okay. I even prefer what you offer. I'm not offended."

She nodded as if I had convinced her of what I had said. She walked out of the dining area to maybe get a change of clothes for me.

I first rolled my eyes inside her dining room overlooking the bathroom door. It was even more spacious than the apartment I occupied. I'm feeling, it's double the size.

When she returned, she was handling me a dark green dress.

"Here. This is my only bathroom. "

She even opened the bathroom door for me after I received the dress.

When I got to the bathroom, I closed the door and then I checked the clothes she gave me. A knee-length dress. The sleeveless circular collar is wide enough and it looks like my melons won't be seen even if I bend down. The only problem is I don't have a brassiere. I think my npples will be noticed here.

In the bathroom smells of chamomile scent. I loved that so much, I remembered the smell of my biological father's favorite perfume. When I did stock up on that kind of perfume in the bedroom and bathroom, Brent took it away. He said he didn't like that smell.

I guess we get along with this woman even though I don't know her name yet and she still doesn't know my name either.

The feeling of the warm water in the shower relieved the pain of my body. It is as if you have voluntarily disappeared and been healed. After turning off the shower I opened the shower curtain to replace the towel.

I think I forgot to ask for a towel. I was still looking around. All organized, but no towels. There is tissue. I don't want to just use tissue over my wet body.

I looked up when the door suddenly opened. It was too late for me to turn around or hide my nakdness.

"S-Sorry. I thought you were still inside. I even forgot to put a towel on."

But instead of turning her eyes around, she was still staring at me. Her eyes caressed me from head to toe as if she had just seen a woman's body. Is she some p*rvert or something?

I was stunned when she walked over to me and wrapped a towel around my body.

"Darlin, you have a nice body, believe me. I am jealous right now."

I don't know if I will be overwhelmed or intimidated by what she said. She sounds awkward now.

"Let's go outside."

I looked even more petite when she approached me. She is indeed taller than me. It only took me until her jaw of my height. She is thin and tall and will pass the beauty pageant because of her height. "Yes, I will come later. Thanks for this, I'll get dressed first."

"Oh yeah. Go ahead. I'm going out."

When she got out, I already felt something else in her. Not feeling the love but dealing that there is something strange about her and as to how she looks at me. Makes it gross although she is harmless.