part 2

i have a thing with getting really silent when i'm upset. and was i upset with Jared.

after stricking a conversation with me, he was then a total stranger, things was never the same.  sitting alone, enjoying my mocha frap, this hunk asked is he can share the table with me because the coffee shop was packed. as i try to ignore this delicious looking demi god sent straight from the heaven, i couldn't help but glance because he was staring at me intently.
then he smiled.  a small, barely disguishable smile, that showed his dimples. he looked younger in an instant and i felt like i was a cougar.  his smile was irresistable that i was forced to smile a polite smile.

"i'm jared"

i smiled politely again.

"you have a nice smile"

i wanted to say you have a nice everything. not just nice like sugar and spice. more of like how ben and ted would express the word "nice".

"you shouldn't be alone..."

it sounded more of a threat than a friendly advise.

"is there any way that i can make you talk to me? i can't buy you a drink since you already have one.  how about dinner instead?"

such confindence! i didn't know how to react.  so i just smiled again. 

"oh, i get it. you were taught not to talk to strangers. but but not a stranger! i already told you my name... here's my driver's license and ID if that isn't enough."

my polite smile turned into a dazzling smile.

"sorry if i'm coming on too strong..."

"bianca." i said cutting him off.

"oh"

"if you ever have any requirements i maybe able to offer, call me", i said, as i handed him my calling card.  then i stood up and walked away.

i didn't get the chance to ask him what was going through his mind that glorious afternoon.  because the next contact that had anything to do with him came from his manager.  after that call, he was all business.  and since business is business, i think we mutually decided to forget the whole thing ever happened. we didnt' even had the time to have a conversation if it wasn't about reports, meetings and deadlines.

i woke up abruptly after the plane landed. i didn't realize that i had fallen asleep.  we didn't take the boat thing going to the island.  imagine him in his gucci leather pumps and attire that consists of nothing less of 10k each piece of clothing being drenched in salt water because the boat sometimes don't get to shore.  we rode on his helicopter straight to shangri la. 

it wasn't really unusual going on a surprise trip with him.  most of his transactions are scattered all over the country that sometimes we have to suddenly go to cebu or pampanga.  but i never had a work trip that was only with him.

"here's your room key, freshen up, your things are in your room.  anything you need just call room service.  i have something to attend to and will just call you on your cellphone." he said hurriedly.  it sounded like our first meeting after our previous encounter.

"what time are we supposed to meet the client?" i asked.

"he's vacationing somewhere here, i suggest you do the same in the meantime."

a planner. demanding.  but still dreamy.  with the workload that he requires from me, i haven't got the time to think about him that way.. but since he practically commanded me to be on vacation mode...

i went to my suite, took a long bath in my favorite mode of cleansing myself. bathtub/jacuzzi.  then went to the balcony to chill.  i was on my way to the beach when my phone rang.  darn it.

"11 o'clock" he simply said.

"tonight?!" i asked.

"look."

i looked slightly to my left and saw him with a jetski. as i approached him, he was grinning foolishly as if he just finished a successful prank.

"welcome to paradise". he said extravagantly as he spreads out his arms.

"what are you talking about?"

"you brought me luck.  before meeting you, i wanted you.  after meeting you, i needed you.  business boomed and there was no time to continue what i've started.  now that my schedule finally cleared, i can... well, if you..." his confidence suddenly dropped. seeing the look on my face.

i didn't know what to feel.

"you dragged me, all the way here, on your own convinience!?" i said with emphasis on the word "own".

"look, let me make it up to you.."

"i don't see how you would be able to do that Jared." i said with disgust at him and at myself for allowing this to happen.

as i turn and walk away again, he softly grabbed my arm as the sun began to set. he faced me towards him and was too close for comfort.

"bianca..." he said as he gazed into my eyes sincerely.

good thing i was a good poker player.  i know my skill would one day come in handy if i wasn't able to join the world poker tournament.

it felt like he was about to kiss me. but after knowing Jared for a bit now, i know that his mind works different from us just average beings.

i was trying hard to keep a blank, scowling face.  but his touch is sending tiny electric sparks all through out my body and i could feel my heart race.  bringing down my defenses.

"i'm sorry...." he started to say. but wasn't finished.

"...but the yacht is waiting for us and it's getting dark."

i pushed him away and slapped his arm. i was suddenly laughing.  he ran away as i chased him.  we were like kids playing.  i just shook my head after awhile when i suddenly realized that obviously wouldn't be able to catch him.

"i'm driving", i said sternly.

he couldn't hold on to me because i wouldn't let him.  i drove faster and harder than michael schumacher on the race track.  it was his punishment. but damn those muscle hardened legs.  he didn't fell overboard.

his yacht was magnificent. i was in awe. on deck was a table set for two with fancy candlelight things that i only see in the movies. when i turned to look at him, he already have a bouquet on his hand and knee on the floor.

"you're not going to ask me to marry your right?" i jokingly said.

"no, just your forgiveness."

we had a blast on the yacht. eating an awesome meal. he knows i appreciate food and set all the things i like to eat on the table. his intellect and wit kept me from throwing him overboard for what he did. we played wii like teenagers and partied like there was no tomorrow. 

time passed us by and it didn't seem like it was just the two of us.  we had so much fun that dawn crept up on us without even knowing that it was almost morning.

i sat on the deck to rest, watching the sun rise.  he put his arm around me hesitantly and i just had to smile.  even with all the confidence in the world, a guy will always be a guy with his insecurities. especially to someone he really likes. 

i didn't move nor move towards him.  i just grabbed his hand and twisted it as if i was a police officer about to hand cuff him.

"ow, where did you learn to do that?" he asked.

"a friend of mine from high school taught me that.  she was the prettiest back in the day and was a testament to the saying, small but terrible." i responded as i let him go.

"am i forgiven?" he asked as he was getting too close for comfort once again.

"depends" i just said mysteriously. but it my mind, it depends on how he would kiss me.

but he suddenly stood up. went inside without saying anything.

perfect moment ruined, i thought. or so i thought.

slow dance music suddenly filled us.  he reappeared with his hand towards me, asking me to dance.

i accepted.  this time, our closeness didn't bother me.  i put my head on his shoulders literally and it so happens, that was also the title of the song.

no more grand speech about asking for forgiveness. he knows that he was forgiven and i also knew i had forgiven him back at the beach as i was chasing him down unsuccessfully.

it felt like prom. but not prom night since it was early morning. teenagers reluctant and hesistant on everything.  not really knowing what to do and over thinking things. the things you read in books and see in movies that sometimes, it'll just come naturally are not really the case here.  i doubt it that only a chosen few ever gets to experience that.  but i was fine with it. it's these moments i'd like to cherish.

needless to say, our kiss was magical. our wedding spectacular.  our marriage didn't change what we were and still is.

i could've gushed on how he raised my head to face his as he plants a soft kiss on my lips and how that kiss build into a passionate one or how our spectacular wedding was held in some place in europe that made me feel that i was getting married like i was a celebrity and amongst the gods and goddesses. that the setting was like mount olympus and shot with an olympus camera to immortalize that memorable day... or that we settled at a large but still felt quaint 2 storey condo and that we get to spend every night like it was date night.

i could gush on about it. but i won't.

in the end, all dates are the same as i've mentioned in my previous post. no matter how major major one date is as compared to just eating at mcdonalds, the feelings and expectations are still the same. and of course, the bottom line as well. which is...?