I immediately download that topless photo of him and set it as my wallpaper on my laptop. I giggled when it's successfully done.
I am Moriya, crazy for him.
I slept at night full of smiles. I can still remember his serious face and hot body in every picture I saw on the internet. I'm sure his future girlfriend will be super duper happy because her boyfriend is super hot.
I stopped eating my breakfast after realizing if he has already a girlfriend.
"Oh my God!" I shouted making the maids look at me. I smiled at them telling them that I'm fine.
"Is he have a girlfriend?" I whispered.
The maid near the dining table. Look at me. "Are you okay Moriya?" She asked.
I smiled and nodded "Yeah, I'm okay."
"Are you sure? What are you whispering." She said and left me at the dining table.
I stopped thinking if that 'hottie' Reigan Villavicencio has a girlfriend.
"Just continue eating Moriya!" The maid shouted from the preparing area of the kitchen.
I rolled my eyes, getting irritated about what she said. That maid is manipulative. I also remember what she told about me when I was drunk. She was more than my mother.
"Wait and don't chase," I said the line she was told me last time.
I finished my food and went to my room to ready myself for school.
"Good morning Miss Moriya." My driver greeted me.
"Morning." I simply reply.
He opened the car door for me and suddenly I remembered something.
"Do you know that this is mine, right?" I am about the car.
He smiled. "Yes."
I looked at his eyes. "So, it means when I'm done from my driving lesson. I am the one who gonna drive for myself?" Seems everything is not clear for me. Because I was really surprised about the car.
"Yes, Miss Moriya." He replied with assurance.
He keeps smiling making me a bit confused. Is he happy because he will not drive for me?
"What's with that smile?" I raised a problem.
"It means, I'm happy for you Miss. You can drive in any place you want." Oh, he is right. He is thoughtful since the day he worked for us.
"Oh really? What about your job? You will be out in the house?"
He laughed not too loud. "No, I will be your Mom's driver. "
"Oh okay," I said and laugh a bit.
He drove for me until I arrived at school safely, always.
"Moriya," Charrie called me as she saw me.
"Yes?" I replied when I'm comfortably sitting now beside her chair.
"Can you lend me your paintbrush? At least two types." She said.
"Huh? Why?" I look at her.
"Duh! It's our paint day." She rolled her eyes after saying that.
"Then? Why you didn't bring your brushes?" I lift my brow to her.
She sighed and look at me with pleading eyes. I badly want to laugh but of course, I need to be serious.
"I forgot it in my room because last night I painted the guy I kissed in the bar." Then she giggled.
I rolled my eyes and said yes to her. I will let her use some of my brushes. Thank God. I always put some in the locker.
"Thanks, pretty Mori," Charrie said. When she's starting to paint.
I didn't look at her and kept thinking about what or who I want to paint.
I turned my eyes to my teacher who met my eyes too. "Start now." She signaled.
I sighed and think someone who I want to paint. I think I should stop painting some things, places or animals.
I will try painting a human this time. And he is Reigan Villavicencio. I smiled while remembering his look.
Wearing a black polo and slacks. Clean shoes, shining watch that I think it's so expensive. Make you think that he is not just a simple worker but a CEO of the biggest company. I also more focus on his dark and very attractive eye makes you more like melted ice cream. His jaw is so perfect and last, the way he stands as I observed in the elevator. Is so very proud like he is a very respectful man in the office but can be very wild in bed.
I laughed softly and start touching the brush on the canvas.
"Why are you smiling?" Charrie asked and whispered.
I didn't answer her and still focus on what I'm doing.
"Who are you trying to paint?" She looks closely at my canvas.
"A guy?"
"Yep," I replied very briefly and proud.
"Why? You are not used to painting humans."
"And so? People can change Charrie." I said as a matter of fact.
"Just continue your painting or else I will no have any choice but to get my brushes I lend to you."
After she heard that, she immediately distances herself from me.
I smiled and felt relaxed while continuing my painting. I tried to imagine, many scenarios with him in my mind. Like he is watching me from behind doing this painting. Or giving me a snack after a break of doing a portrait of him. So nice to imagine. I am wondering if it will happen.
Our company and his are close to each other. But that mindset and age are different. I think so because he is so business-minded. While me, I don't have any interest in the business. I just kept showing that I have an interest because of my parents, I am an only child no one will handle our business in the future.
I want to be an artist. Just staying at home, paint whatever I want with full of emotions, and sell it to every people I know. I also want an exhibit, showing my paintings to every people who want it. And donate my earnings to every people who are in need. I want to live with my passion.