Chapter 3

-MYCA-

"Man, here's the payment," I handed the Grab driver the fare and added a small tip for him helping me unload the groceries Vince and I bought.

"Thank you, Ma'am," she said smiling before leaving.

I carried some of the plastic bags and was about to bring them inside when Vann came out.

"Myca? What's with those? Did you go grocery shopping?" he said while taking my bags and we went in together.

"Actually, your brother and I went grocery shopping," I answered while placing the groceries on the table.

"Huh? Then where is brother?"

"I don't know. He suddenly ran away from me a while ago. It's a good thing he left his wallet with me so I paid something with Grab."

Vann frowned.

"Did something happen? It is not like him to suddenly leave his groceries and wallet and run off."

"I don't know. Just ask him when he gets home."

Vince's face came back to my memory before he suddenly left.

He was crying and he looked like he was in so much pain. I only saw that for a moment but I knew he was hurting.

Why? When did someone as antipathetic and obstinate as him just cry?

What was the reason? I hate that I feel restless not knowing the reason behind his tears!

I stopped when I saw the dozen beers that Vince bought.

"Sir Vann? Is Sir Vince in trouble?" I can't stop asking.

Vann looked at me before looking down at the beers I was holding.

He sighed and then he came to me and took the beers.

"I told you, he has a heart problem," he said and he was the one who put the beers in the fridge.

I am so confused! When did beer become a medicine for heart disease?!

***

Hours passed and Vince still didn't come home. I've cleaned and cooked and everything but he still hasn't come back.

I looked at the wall clock - it was ten o'clock in the evening.

"Myca."

I looked at Vann.

"I'll go out for a while. I'll just look for brother," he informed.

He seems to be used to this. The one who is always looking for his missing brother. Why is Vince nomad? Doesn't he know that someone is worried about him?

"Alright, Sir Vann. I'll just wait for him here too in case he comes home."

"Okay, thanks," he said and went out.

I seat on the sofa. I don't know why I feel so worried. Maybe because I saw him looking vulnerable?

I don't know!

I stood up and went to the kitchen to heat up the dish I had just cooked. So that if they come, you can eat right away.

I hadn't been in front of the microwave for long when I heard knocking.

Why knock when there is a doorbell?

I immediately approached the door and when I saw that it was Vince, I immediately opened the door.

It was Vince, all right - looking so horribly wasted. His hair was a mess, there was a bruise on one cheek, and there was a visible cut on his lip!

And he smelled of liquor!

What the heck happened to him?!

"Ohhh... Hiiii Mycaaaaa," he said in a slurred yet sexy voice.

I stepped back when he entered.

But when he tried to step again, he lost his balance so he was very close to me.

My heart started racing upon the contact. Why?!

"Vince, hey, Sir, straighten up! You're so heavy!" I said as I pushed him away. He stank of alcohol but how come he still smelled so good?

He didn't budge. Instead, he advanced his steps taking me with him.

The door closed when we were finally inside. He used to hold me, now it's a hug.

His head was on my shoulders and I could feel his breath on my neck.

"I told youuu, drop the Sirrrrr. You look like Shoo," he murmured.

I had goosebumps! My god! Do you really hug when you're drunk?

"Yes, Vince. I won't call you Sir anymore! But let me go."

Thank you! He is so heavy! I think it's over 6ft tall while I'm 5ft flat!

But instead of letting me go, he squeezed me even more. I couldn't handle his weight so I also lost my balance.

Luckily we fell on the sofa.

But I'm still restless because he's on top of me! What if Vann suddenly comes in?!

I tapped him on the shoulder.

"Vince, wait a minute. Seat down for a moment, please."

Then I pushed him again. But I stopped when I felt the warm liquid running down my neck.

And then I heard how he silently cried.

"Shoo... I'm so sorry. Please come back," he said sniffling.

My heart broke just like how his voice was breaking.

Who is Shoo?

I raised myself a little and held his head.

I made him face me.

He closed his eyes as tears continued to flow down his cheeks. Why does he look so full of pain? I'm not used to it.

I'd rather see his grumpy and sullen look than this.

I wiped his tears using both of my hands and slowly, he opened his eyes.

His light brown orbs stared directly at my coal black ones. He was looking at me but it wasn't me he was seeing.

His eyes reflected longing, and pain, and love.

I got lost in his eyes that I didn't notice how his face came closer to mine.

And before I knew it, he claimed my lips. He owned my first kiss.

His lips were quivering, his kiss was gentle. It was as if he was afraid to hurt the person he thought he was kissing.

I don't know what came over me and I just found myself wrapping my hands around his neck.

And ever so gently, I kissed him back.

I feel like I'm going to explode from the electric voltage I feel.

His kisses were electrifying - gentle yet electrifying.

And then just as how the fire started building in me, it died right away when I tasted something salty and his words pierced through my soul...

"I love you, Shoo. So much," he uttered crying before he broke the kiss and his head was buried again on my neck.

He fell asleep.

damn me

Why do I feel so hurt?

~

-VINCE-

I woke up feeling like my head was splitting in pain. I drank too much last night and got into trouble again.

Damn, my life is a mess.

I am so fucking ruined.

I got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After showering, I left the room. I caught up with Myca serving the table.

"Hi, Sir! Good morning. Eat now," she said without looking at me.

I frowned. Why is she calling me Vince again? And why is she avoiding my eyes?

"Did something happen last night, Myca?" I asked while taking a seat.

sHe immediately looked at me and then blushed.

What the hell? Did anything happen? I couldn't remember a single thing except for me drinking and starting a fight at the bar. The rest, I had no fucking idea.

"W-it's okay, Sir. Eat now."

"Why do you call me Sir?"

"Ahh, sorry, Vince. I'm just getting used to Sir Vann."

Hmm.

"Seat down."

"Ah, what's up, Vince, I'm done eating. I was earlier," she said, still avoiding my eyes.

Why?

"Tell me the truth. Did I do anything to you last night?" I ask seriously. Did I make him vomit? Got yelled at? I couldn't remember anything but I don't want her avoiding me like this.

"Huh? Oh no! I'm fine, Vince. Promise," she said, now smiling.

I did not probe any further and left it at that. I can sense she was uncomfortable.

"Sorry," I said and looked directly at him. "I'm sorry because I left you suddenly yesterday. I... just had some important things to do."

Right. Following Sugar is a very important thing.

Damn it. Why can't I let her go?

She is happy now. She is happy with someone else. So why the fuck can't I just accept it and move on?

Myca just nodded and smiled. "It's okay, Vince. I understand. Then you left me your wallet so I still made it home. Hehe!" she said and then handed me my wallet.

I took it and thanked him.

I continued eating when Vann came out.

"Brother, where did you come from last night? Don't tell me you went to Sugar again? Brother. You should feel sorry for yourself. You're ruining your life!" he preached to me.

I sighed and looked at Myca. It just stood quietly on the edge of the table.

"Myca, can you leave us for a while?"

It just nodded silently and left. I don't want him to hear what Vann and I are talking about. It was too personal. And I don't want to look like a pathetic loser.

"Vann, just let me be, okay? My life, my problem so stay away."

I know I'm being unfair to my brother but I can't help but interfere with anything about Sugar.

"But you are getting more pathetic every day, dude. I can't stand it," he said shaking his head while eating.

"I know. I'm sorry. But I can't let go of her just yet. I am still hoping. They're not married yet," it was not in my own manner.

Even from a distance, can't I still love her? Even if it's just me? Hoping that the day will come when I will have another chance with him?

"I don't know about you, Big Brother. It's up to you. You're stubborn."

"Don't worry. If this happens to you, I'll give you back everything you tell me."

"Yeah right. Like that would happen. Not in a million years."

I just smiled and continued eating. When that time comes, I'll laugh at his face, he'll see.

-MYCA-

I feel really weird. Why can't I look Vince in the eye?!

Is it because of the hot, passionate kiss that we shared?

Ahh damn. It's hard to have no experience! You just color everything.

But I know that Vince was not himself when he did that. Heck, he can't even remember that he mistook me for someone else!

Sugar, huh.

Just the name, it sounds sweet. What happened to her? I'm really curious but I'm not thick enough to ask.

"Myca."

I was surprised when someone suddenly called my name so I pointed the hose at him and he was the one I watered.

Vince closed his eyes while I was biting my lip because of the beautiful view that was exposed to me now.

He was wearing a white T-shirt so now that he was wet, I could clearly see how the shirt was touching his body.

Terrible. It's not really fair to be a nice guy. He's a drunk but why doesn't he have a beer belly? His stomach is flat with abs, my ghad.

I looked up at his face and it was like slow motion that I saw how he wiped his face with his hand. So hot!

"Hey."

I blinked when I heard him speak. What the fuck! Why am I daydreaming so much?! And why is it always so mundane and about this man?

"Oh my God! Vince! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to!" I couldn't help but wipe his body with my hands.

Holy moly. The hardness of his body!

He stepped back when I grabbed his side.

"T-that's right! I'm fine, okay? Go and get changed. We're going somewhere," he just said and looked away.

Wait. Incapable?

I approached him and simply touched his side again.

He startled and jumped away from me.

Confirmed. He has a tickle.

I smiled. The big man but has a tickle. So cute!

"Stop it, woman!" he whined before turning his back on me.

Laughing, I turned off the faucet and followed him.

Where else can he take me? If he leaves me again with his wallet, I will include the contents of what he will see.