May's POV (Elena)
"May? Are you okay? Are you still in pain?" I heard Yummie's voice, a hint of concern was obvious.
I looked at her and saw how scared stiff she was in her seat. I just nodded and went back to work. It's break time, but I need to finish these papers; I don't have time for small chit-chat. I've been away for far too long.
"You don't have to finish it all today, May; you might strain yourself too much now that you've just gotten out of the hospital," Yummie tried to explain.
I looked up to see her standing in front of me. She smiled warmly as she handed me a sandwich. I hesitated for a moment and tacitly accepted her food. When I turned around, I saw Luke's heartbroken expression.
"Is it because of Sir Luke?" Yummie suddenly asked, her tone implying something.
I looked at her and saw how she smiled sadly. My brows almost met with her reaction. What did I miss? What happened while I was away?
"Miss Elena has been gone for three days, and Sir Luke has been troubled for three days," she explained, with a heavy sigh.
My brows creased. "What do you mean by that Yummie?"
As I glanced at Luke's anxious expression, I felt a sharp pang in my chest. Elena, how could you do this? I grasped my chest in agony. I hate seeing him in such a condition. I'm not sure why, but I don't like him making that expression... do I really like him this much? Is it me? Or is it Elena of my memory?
"No one appears to know where or why Miss Elena disappeared overnight, and Sir Elandro just officially confirmed that he would be in charge of the company once more," Yummie detailed, pursing her lips before forging ahead. "Just the other day, there were a lot of reporters gathered outside."
I blankly stared at her. I don't know why but I have a feeling Elena would never leave this company. That is how I love this company, wait for what? I mean she loves this company. This traumatic amnesia is really a pain. Tsk, I really need to see my doctor. I've been having constant memories of Elena and there is no progress in my memory, as of May Gonzales. This is not good.
Time moved fast and nothing out of the ordinary happened for the rest of my shift and I immediately went home. I tuck myself into bed and sleep... I woke up doing the usual and walked straight to the door after making sure all the plugs are out and I have everything I need.
"Where are you going?" a deep voice almost made me jump out of surprise.
Tsk, this annoying jerk. What is he doing in front of my apartment early in the morning? What a persistent stalker. Is he trying to kill me by giving me heart attacks?
"For heaven's sake Mr. Rodriguez, it's 5:30 AM! Do you want me to call security?!" I threatened him but he just shrugged.
"What's wrong with me visiting my future girlfriend? I just missed you," he said as he walked alongside me.
I gave him a disgusted look. What is wrong with this guy? When is he going to stop pestering me?
"Just thinking about me being your girlfriend makes me wanna puke." I rolled my eyes and started jogging.
He burst out laughing, which caused me to look at him. Seriously? When is he going to stop pestering me? I'm the one who gets frustrated for him. What is he doing bothering me?
"I know you're just being shy," he smirked.
Ugh. Early in the morning, seeing that hideous sneer on his lips and that ugly face of his utterly wrecked my day. Great! He's far too self-assured!
"Stop following me and go to hell." I continued doing what I have to do but he just followed me like a lost puppy. Ugh, is he enjoying ruining my mood? "Are you deaf or just stupid?!" I finally burst.
He openly laughed and stared at me from head to toe. I kicked his knee. Ugh, pervert! He has the guts to check me out face to face? He's seriously psychotic.
"What was that for?!" He hissed sabay napaupo sa sahig
But I just crossed my arm and glared at him. Now he's asking me? Stupid.
"That's for being a pervert!" I answered in an isn't-it-obvious tone
He took a deep breath as he combed his hands through his hair. Because of his stare, my brows met. What happens next?
"Why are you wearing shorts?" He asked in a serious tone.
"And what is it of you?" I asked, turning away from him. "Come on, Mister Rodriguez. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't have time for your game? Unlike you, I have many important things to do."
I was stopped when he suddenly pulled my feet and he swiftly caught me. Ugh. What was that surprise attack for?!
"What the f*ck?!"
My cheeks heated when he suddenly gave me a smack. I was about to punch him but he caught my fist.
I pushed him away, wiping my lips. "You are not being romantic, Rodriguez. This is plain sexual harassment!"
"I'm sorry, I just... I don't want any guys looking at you. Don't wear revealing clothes again," he said— wait, he ordered me.
"Who are you to order me around?"
"I'm Chase Rodriguez," he answered then flashed his oh-so infamous smirk.
"Well sorry to burst your bubble but I'm May Gonzales..." I assert confidently but... am I? I am not even sure who I really am. I looked him in the eyes. "The next time you do this, I'll bring in the cops. I am not one of your girls who'd go crazy over your petty flirting. Don't ever put your lips on me ever again without my consent!"
I punched him in the face and headbutted him. I saw him bleed from the nose. I flashed him a sly grin, stuck my tongue out, and turned my back on him.
"And one more thing: it's time for you to understand that you don't always get what you want," I added before walking away.
Great! He just ruined my mood. I went straight home and took my shower. My day off is today, but I need to finish my work first. It doesn't feel right not touching my papers; it feels like I'm not used to working. The doorbell rang just as I was about to begin. Ugh.
"How many times do I have to tell you to f*ck off—" my eyes widened when I realized who was at my door "Luke?!"
While my mind was still absorbing what the hell had just happened, he offered me an awkward smile, and all I could do was facepalm. We both remained motionless, and no one dared to make a sound, so I cleared my throat, attempting to wipe away the uneasy atmosphere.
"I'm sorry Mr. Javier. I wasn't expecting it was you... What brought you here sir?" I formally asked when I finally gained my composure back.
This is so awkward. It's that stupid jerk's fault! I muttered to myself, he was just so annoying if he hadn't pestered me early in the morning then this wouldn't happen. All that jerk could do is annoy the hell out of me and bring trouble. I was brought back to reality when I heard Luke fake a cough.
"I'm sorry for the surprise visit..." his eyes were fidgeting, I can feel his uneasiness. "Did I come at the wrong time? Were you expecting someone?"
"No sir. There was just some psychotic stalker who's been bugging me for a century," I answered while shaking my head.
"I don't know if you are being sarcastic or honest," he chuckled, I felt my heart running wild. I sure do hope that this is just from me running but I know my fear is legitimate. "This might become serious. Do you want to call the cops?"
"No need sir. I can manage," I answered giving a slight smile.
And that's where the awkward atmosphere appeared again. I just stared at him.
"I was just, um."
He scratched the nape of her neck and looked at the floor. I can't help the curves forming on my lips. With just his simple gestures I can't help but smile. I miss him...
"You don't have to be shy Luke. Acting like a child again," I giggled as I look at him. "You've always been this way."
He looked up and that's when I realized what I had just said.
"I-I'm sorry. I didn't know what came to me and I just..." I let out a deep sigh. "I need to go on a check-up," I muttered to myself.
"Check-up? Are you sick again? Do you want me to come with you?" He worriedly asked.
I simply shook my head. I took a step back and indicated for him to enter my apartment. He sat on my couch, and I went to the kitchen to give him a cookie and milk, as well as to eat my favorite dish. He is still the kind and caring Luke from my memory... from my stolen memory.
"What brought you here sir?" I asked again.
"Let's drop the formality May. We are outside the company. Let's treat each other equally."
I carried the tray and placed the cookie and milk on the table. I sat down in front of Luke on my couch and grabbed my yogurt.
"Eat. I know it's your favorite," I ordered while opening my yogurt.
"Tell me May. Do you like me?" My eyes widened with his question.
He laughed at my reaction. Oh my gosh. He didn't just say that, didn't he? Well, I do like him... I guess? I am not sure myself. This is the question from the beginning, do I really love Luke? Or do I just love the idea that I love Luke?
"I was kidding. I know you and Chase are in a relationship," he added.
I choked when I heard what he said. In a panic, he handed me the milk. What the hell? Me and Chase?
"I have no relationship with that jerk," I grumbled.
He just shrugged his shoulder and sincerely smiled at me. "You've changed." I felt my rapid heartbeat. What is wrong with me? Why does he have such a strong hold on me? Am I really attracted to this man? "And you remind me of the girl I love the most."
I suddenly felt a pang in my chest. Elena. I am so confused about my own feelings. I am happy and hurt at the same time. I think I'm going crazy.
"Where is she?" I asked.
I saw the hesitation in his eyes. So, he also doesn't know where Elena is. So what is he doing here? A moment of silence enveloped us before he finally spoke again...
"Can you spend a day with me?"