The Emancipation of a Fuckboy - Chapter 32: Chapter 32

Dominic
"I miss you too,"
Hearing those four words lift off of Valentine's mouth was utterly making me swoon but I just had to keep my composure a little bit more intact even just in appearance. This conversation is already killing me inside as soon as it began and Valentine just admitting the fact that he misses me too might actually put me to my death. I'm perfectly aware about the fact that it wasn't me who got away—he was the one who got away. And even Katy Perry would agree to that matter.
My existing desire to scramble over to his seat and kiss him again just overgrew when he looked at me straight in the eye after saying those words. And suddenly I forgot the reason why I came here in the first place.
"....Fuck," I mumbled under my breath. "I'm out of words to say," I let out in a blatant attempt to not have a moment of silence in between which will only establish another whiff of awkwardness in the air. The truth is I have a lot of words to say, a ton of feelings to shed and a list of questions to ask. I wanted to apologize to him for everything that I did. I wanted to ask him if he still loves me. I wanted to take him back. I wanted to be with him again but I certainly don't know how to express myself now that he allowed this conversation to happen just as easy as having a slice of cake.
"I had too much coffee today. If you'll excuse me," Valentine mouthed after having a sip of his coffee. "I just have to drain some water. I hope you don't mind"
"Sure, sure."
"Just wait for me. You don't have to worry. I'll be back in a moment." Valentine spat and I had to let him go.
My eyes followed his back as he walked away until he entered what I expect to be the comfort room. I suddenly felt the urge to follow him but for what? What am I fucking thinking? He's just going to do his business there and he'll be back in a moment, I reminded myself. I deliberately took a sip of the coffee and thought it's too bitter for my type. I added two tablespoons of sugar, stirred it for a little while before trying another sip to check if there's a change in the taste. It was perfect. My attention inadvertently went back to where Valentine went. I don't know what the rush is but I slowly stood and let my legs follow Valentine's path.
I was already standing in front of the comfort room and thought of walking back to our table but my legs and arms seemed to have their own brain. I pushed the door open and by the time I was inside the room he was already fixing his belt. I was like a hungry bulldog having a leveled sight of a delectable steak. My eyes became completely locked on towards my prey. I walked straight up to him and with blithe unconcern; I pushed him against the wall.
"Dominic," Valentine yelled evidently caught by surprise. "What are you doing?" He asked in utter confusion without even trying to push me away.
But I didn't talk back. With an extreme thirst and a malicious intent, I looked at him straight in the eye before finally starting the quest of devouring his lips. I sucked his lower lip and just as I expected he sucked mine back. I cupped his face bluntly indicating my intention of taking this simple kiss to a whole new level. But instead of playing with my flow he pushed my face away from his face.
"Dominic! We cannot do this here," Valentine said in a whispering scream.
"Why not?"
"Because someone might see us," He replied almost like a cowardly dog. I don't know him like that. Even with the five year gap that we haven't seen each other, I still know Valentine is not that of a coward.
"Who gives a single damn about them anyway?!" I volleyed back to him.
"In case you haven't forgotten, I am the manager here." He uttered as I inched a few steps away from him.
"So what?! You're the freaking boss," I mouthed but then I quickly heard myself and realized that I'm already becoming flippant.
"Exactly! I don't want my employees to see me spreading dirt in this place. And even if I'm the manager, I don't own this restaurant. My dad still owns this place."
"Fuck!" Turning my back on Valentine, I mumbled out of mixed frustration and the sudden realization that I'm being the bitch.
"I know we've missed each other Dominic, but this isn't just the right time for things like this."
"You're right," I nodded in total agreement subsequently turning once again to face Valentine. "I'm so sorry. I just missed you so freaking much."
"I know and I've missed you too," Valentine replied with his eyes glued on me.
I took a step closer towards him and held his hand with my left hand. His hand felt warm and with my right hand I cupped his handsome face. I closed my eyes before slowly plastering my lips to his. I wanted this kiss so bad that I'd kill for it. I craved for this kiss for so long since the last time he pulled me at the club and I will most definitely be going to want some more of this heavenly pleasure. Valentine luckily didn't struggle to fight me back; instead, he kissed me back with such delicate affirmation. I sucked his lips and tried to look for his tongue but it was hard to find or maybe it doesn't want to be found. I was already starting to become a beast once again but a pinch from his hand derailed me from transforming into a monster. We both cut away from the kiss and just like that, I took a step back and then left.
I went back to our table and left some cash for the coffee before finally coming up to the decision of leaving the place. That's more than enough shenanigans for this tiring yet unbelievable day. I'm more than glad that I got what I wanted and needed. Valentine isn't actually married, he also doesn't have a child and he even admitted that he missed me too. That's enough for me to know that I have a small chance of getting him back. Maybe I don't have to move on after all. Maybe I just have to get my man back. Bu before that I have to recalibrate myself. I wanted some time to think and breathe.
When I got home my mom's already cooking for dinner. The smell of adobo brewed from the kitchen and it instantly made my stomach churn.
"Welcome home sweetie," My mom yelled from the kitchen when she heard my footsteps.
"Hi mom!" I yelled back just to acknowledge her.
"Come say hi to my visitor first before you go upstairs!" She yelled again which definitely raised a question on my mind.
We don't usually have some visitors especially this late in the day except for the occasional visit of my sister's group of friends.
Who could this person be?
I brought myself to the kitchen and immediately saw the old lady Lissa with a delightful smile already hanging on her face ready to welcome me.
"Dominic," Lissa chirped once she recognized me.
"Hi," I uttered in a fraudulent burst of excitement. I went to her side and gave her a big big hug that old ladies like her loves. If this old lady is so much delighted to see me then I'm frankly frightened to see her. It's not because of her personally but it has something to do with his son, Lyndon.
"How are you, darling?" She asked.
"I'm feeling great," I replied. "How'd you get here?"
"I bumped into Mrs. Richter at the grocery store a while back and I remembered I still owe her a taste of my special soup that's why I invited her," My mom mouthed chiming in into our conversation.
"But we found out that she's already out of ingredients so I am teaching her my secret adobo recipe." The old lady Lissa continued chuckling. I quickly wondered if my mom is really out of ingredients for the soup that she's talking about. Maybe she isn't that confident in making that soup and chose not to.
"Aah, so that's why my mom is suddenly cooking adobo," I said giving my mom a funny look that only she and I understood. I can't wait until Lissa tastes my mom's cooking. That'd be certainly hilarious.
I know my mother just got better at cooking while I was in Singapore, I truly noticed the difference in her cooking but I just don't know if this first attempt in cooking adobo will be that much of a success. Let's just claim it that it will be since Lissa, which I'm sure is a better cook than mom, is teaching her how to do it.
"My son Lyndon loves home cooked adobo so much," Lissa went on giving me a look that seems to imply something. Well, yeah I guess she knew I'm quote-unquote friends with her son. "When he was still at a very young age, he won't stop from crying when I don't cook adobo for him. Sometimes when I'm missing one or two ingredients, I would always find some substitute just so he could eat. I guess that's how I learned how to cook."
"Aww. You really loved your son huh?" My mom cooed.
"Oh, God knows how much I'll do everything for my son," Lissa uttered slowly shifting her attention towards my mother who was holding a ladle on one hand and her other hand on her hips. "I was a slut before I conceived my son."
"Oh that's really a...... tough word," My mother replied seemingly caught off guard by the bluntness of Lissa's choice of words.
"It's true. I am that kind of a woman during my younger days and I'm not ashamed of it but when my son arrived, everything just changed." Lissa uttered and I immediately know that is the start of her life story.
Back when were at the plane, she already told me how she got pregnant at a very young age and how she didn't tell her parents and the story goes on. Her story is so true to life that you would know it's not sprinkled with sugar and spice; especially with her choices of words and description that I knew she's always been an authentic human being.
I left my mom and Lissa since I already know where this is going and it will be a long story. I headed upstairs to take a shower. While I was under the shower I kept on thinking how I would take Valentine back. That kiss was everything and I'm insatiable. I know for a fact that once I get him back to my life, I'll be drenched with it.