Author's Note: Okay, so I was in a hurry to keep "Love Suite" updated so I put a lot of chapters in one topic. I hope that this won't make you dizzy because re-writing it here in YWS is sorta hard for me, c: but anyway, gotta adjust to it and get used to it. Haha! Still open for constructive critiques, ( please don't be so mean about it, I'm begging you!) :3 So, here I go..
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CHAPTER EIGHT
DATE
Ronnie didn't leave. Or else, Naddie would get a chance to be solo with Marky and something against her will might happen. Naddie just kept quiet for awhile. She just watched them as she walked behind them on the seashore.
When Ronnie was beginning to enjoy their date, it was already 5 PM.
"I enjoyed fishing, riding on your yacht, strolling and a lot more, but I really have to go," she explained to Marky.
He held her hand. "Is it really necessary for you to do so? I have one more surprise.."
"No, Marky," she sighed heavily. "In fact, this is too much. I had fun." She glanced at Naddie. "Although there was a minor interruption.."
Naddie rolled her eyes. She made sure that her revolver in her bag was out of her reach or else, she would fire a rain of bullets on Ronnie's head.
"Bye," Marky was about to kiss her in the cheek when he saw Naddie opened her bag. He gently pushed Ronnie away from him.
When Ronnie had left, he turned to Naddie. "You really sabotaged everything."
"Who offered me to be your chaperone anyway?" Naddie placed her hands on her waist.
He grabbed her hand and pulled her. Their feet soaked in the shallow waters of the seashore.
"Where are you taking me?" she asked.
"You'll be Ronnie's proxy."
"Proxy? For what?" she asked with tension.
Marky kept quiet and led her to that hidden part of the beach where a lot of coconut trees stood and no people could be seen. There was a neat checkered blanket on the sand and a basket full of foods.
"A picnic?" she exclaimed.
"Yeah. A picnic."
"How romantic," she said sourly as she sat on the blanket. She was about to open the basket when she saw Marky unbutton his polo.
She gasped and quickly took her gun. "Stop that!"
Marky almost jumped when she said that. He raised his hands. "Damn it! I'm not going to rape you!"
"Why are you taking off your clothes?" she said accusingly as she slowly stood up with her revolver still pointed on him.
"I'm only unbuttoning my polo because I wanted to swim."
Naddie still doubted that. "You can swim with your clothes on, buddy."
He rolled his eyes. "And let me freeze in the cold as I walk back to my suite?"
Naddie sighed and lowered down her gun. "Just making sure that everything's under control."
"But you don't have to scare me with a revolver," he said as he continued to unbutton his polo. "If we got married, I'll ban you from using that gun. It always gives me a heart attack."
"If we got married?" Naddie rolled her eyes. "In your dreams!"
Marky grinned as he threw his polo to her and ran to the ocean. Naddie smiled as he turned around to challenge her. "Come and chase me, girl!"
She laughed and ignored that. Marky was disappointed when he saw her preparing herself a snack instead of chasing him. He quickly returned and took her gun that she left lying beside her bag.
Naddie tried to get it but he wouldn't let her. He pushed her away and ran. "Come and get it!" She quickly took off her dress that revealed her body in a swimsuit. Marky grinned. He quickly ran away as he saw her coming near. That chase ate a lot of time. Marky managed to throw her revolver beside the basket without her notice. They began to forget everything. All that they wanted was to play chase, play with the ocean waters and have some swimming race. He would sometimes embrace her, and Naddie would laugh endlessly.
When they got tired, they sat upon the blanket and ate. The sunset was already a view to behold as they talked.
"Mmm. Good one." Naddie smiled after she sipped that Sancerre in her wine glass. She gave the glass to Marky.
He sipped some Sancerre and grinned. "I agree but Champagne's much better, I tell y'a."
Naddie nodded her head. "But Sancerre's not bad." She took her dress and wore it.
"You're going to leave me now?" Marky asked sadly.
She looked at his blue eyes and forced a smile. "I've forgot that my job is done."
"Your job?"
"Being your chaperone." She took her bag and stood up. "Just call me whenever you have another date."
Marky stood up and held her arm. "Please, stay for awhile."
She looked at him passionately. He looked so weak and helpless. She sighed heavily.
"Why? Is there something bothering you?"
Marky embraced her tight. "Do you really think, this could help me recover from being satyriatic?"
She patted his back. "If you are determined to control it, Marky."
"I remembered what I did to you. I felt so bad about it." His fingers ran through her hair.
"Let's forget that," she pulled him away from her. "Past is past."
Marky nodded. "If you were Ronnie, would you accept who I really am, although I am satyriatic?"
She smiled. "You love Ronnie huh?"
He shook his head. "Answer me." He held her hand.
"I guess not. As long as I know that I can get you back to normal, I'll do everything to change you."
Marky seemed to dislike the answer. He let go of her hand. "Go back to your suite now, thanks for the time."
CHAPTER NINE
ISMAEL
Girl, don't make me crazy, Marky thought as he kept on tossing and turning on his bed. Why can't I just get you out of my head?
He got too insomniac that he decided to get up from his bed and go to his mini refrigerator. He pulled out a cold bottle of champagne and took a clean wine glass at the mini bar of his suite.
As he poured the champagne to the glass, he heard a knock on the door. Who else was dumb enough to knock on the door instead of using the doorbell?
"Come in, Ismael," he spoke loudly as he walked near the door to open it. He saw Ismael, wearing no more nerdy glasses and his hair was messed up. He wore a gray shirt and a pair of black jogging pants. He walked in and Marky closed the door for him.
Ismael quickly sat on the corner sofa and ran his hands on his face. "I can't take it anymore.."
Marky sighed and patted his brother's shoulder. "You can do it, Ismael. Just do all the things that I taught you."
"I am deeply sorry for.."
"Shh," Marky interrupted. He sipped some champagne before he spoke to Ismael. "We're already here now. All you have to do is to do your best."
"I am beginning to get aphrodisiac-driven again," he sighed heavily. His shoulders dropped as he rested his head on the leaning board of the sofa.
Marky clucked his tongue and sat beside Ismael. "Are you suggesting me to tell Dad-"
"No!" he quickly exclaimed as he held his shoulders. "It's embarrassing."
Marky smirked. "That's the same alibi I heard, seven years ago. I don't know how that silly thing convinced me."
Ismael shook his head. "Apologizes."
He chuckled and stood up to get two cans of beer.
"I don't drink," Ismael mumbled.
"I know." Marky winked. "Drink straight shots of these and I assure you, after you throw-up a flood of disgusting vomit, you'll be knocked off to sleep."
Ismael rolled his eyes and took the cans of beer. He stood up. "Yeah. Maybe, this could help me again."
Ismael threw the can at the corner of his room. He pulled down his hair. The intense need for it was inevitable and unbearable. He couldn't help it. He quickly ran outside until his feet took him to the seashore. He yelled and took the second can of beer. He opened it and drank it straight without breathing. As he threw the empty can to somewhere, Ismael dropped on his back at the sandy beach and began snoring heavily.
12 A.M.
Receptionist Area
While Ronnie sat at the receptionist area, she kept on thinking about Ismael Federal.
She saw him ran outside the hotel. He seemed to act like crazy, as if he wanted to force himself to do something, Ronnie didn't know what exactly was happening to him. He looked different from the first time that they've met, when he was wearing a three-piece suit and looked intelligent on his eyeglasses.
"Hi, Ronnie," Marsha greeted as she appeared without her notice. She was the receptionist who works on the morning shift.
"Oh, It's already 12 A.M. ?" Ronnie glanced at her wristwatch and nodded. "Yeah, I didn't notice."
She quickly stood up and Marsha sat on her place. "Don't you ever feel bored when you work on a night shift?"
She shook her head. "What tortures me is the lack of sleep."
"Ooh, I see." Marsha took out her compact powder and applied it on her face.
Ronnie turned to go back to the employee's quarters to catch a few winks. As she walked by the seashore, her feet hit something. Someone, to be exact.
"Ismael?" she spoke as she recognized the sleeping guy. She kneeled to brush away his hair that covered his face. She leaned her face closer to his and smelled the scent of beer in his breath.
"Just as I thought," she spoke to herself as she decided to pull him away from the part of the seashore where the water could touch his toes. She took him under a tall coconut tree and covered him with her red jacket. She quickly left him before anyone sees her.
"Oh, my gosh, Ismael!" Naddie yelled as she continued to shrug Ismael's shoulders. That awoke him. He yawned and gasped as he saw Naddie's face.
'Have I just..' His thoughts were interrupted when he realized that they were by the seashore. He wore his same old gray shirt and black jogging pants while Naddie's on her blue tank top and denim shorts.
"Hey, Ismael!!!" She drew back his attention on her.
"Ooh, Naddie.. Why are you here?" he stretched his arms.
"I should be asking you that, Ismael Federal." She raised an eyebrow. "What's the owner of an international construction firm doing by the seashore before I came?"
"What?" he asked innocently.
"Crazy! Stand up, will you?" she scolded as she stood up.
Ismael obeyed her. Now, he remembered everything. "I fell asleep."
"And you smelled like my Uncle Fabian who swallowed a whole case of beer."
He turned away his head.
"What's your problem, pal? Why are you drunk, last night, I assume?"
Ismael shrugged his shoulders. "My head aches, Naddie."
Before he dropped, Naddie caught him and she tried to manage to take him back to the hotel.
CHAPTER TEN
PUNCH
Marky saw Naddie assisting Ismael back to his suite. He walked briskly toward them. Ismael looked weak and drunk. He took Ismael's arm off of Naddie's shoulders and hung him on his own shoulders.
"What happened to Ismael?" he asked Naddie. He looked irritated at her than worried for his brother.
"I don't know," she said defensively. She misinterpreted his irritation as an accusation. "I saw him unconscious by the seashore. He's asleep and drunk and he's got a headache."
"Hang over," he corrected. Marky turned to take his brother to his suite.
"Can I come with you?" Naddie asked as she walked along with him.
He looked at her irritably. "And why?"
"Ismael is my friend. I'm just worried. I've never saw him drunk. He must be having some problems."
"It's none of your concerns, Naddie," he rolled his eyes.
"I will do what I want," she insisted.
He faced her, "Don't start in on me, Naddie."
She rolled her eyes. "What's the matter with you?"
"I'll take care of my brother. Leave us alone," he sneered.
She was taken aback. "Just tell Ismael to meet me at the ice cream parlor this afternoon." She left.
Marky opened the door of Ismael's suite and dropped him gently on the sofa. He took a cold water from the refrigerator, put it in a shot glass and poured it on Ismael's face. His brother yelled as his hands ran all over his face.
"What the-? What's the matter with you?"
Marky felt green. His brother spoke 'What's the matter with you' like the way Naddie did.
He managed to reply to his brother. "You're drunk, you old piece of shit. You slept on the seashore."
Ismael smirked as he looked around his suite. "Where's Naddie?"
He rolled his eyes. "Why are you looking for that woman?"
"She found me first. I even thought that you are Naddie when you showered me with that cold water."
Marky shook his head. "She already left."
Ismael copied his brother's facial expression. He looked serious than as weary-looking as Marky. "Is that so? Or you drove her away?"
"Ismael-"
"I'm conscious when she was carrying me," Ismael grinned. "How could a woman carry me that easily if I wasn't cooperating?"
"What the hell! You heard our conversation?"
Ismael grinned. "What do you think?"
He almost punched the wind out of him. Thankfully, Ismael avoided that quick punch. "Hey, calm down, tiger!"
Marky shook his head. "Why have I done that? Sorry."
He chuckled, "I understand. You felt like, somebody invaded your privacy. Or was it because, I knew that someone's feeling jealous."
This time, Marky really punched him and hit Ismael's jaw. Ismael squirmed in pain. "Holy shit! You punched me!"
"Sorry! Sorry!" Marky apologized sincerely although he chuckled at the same time. Ismael looked funny in that situation.
He held his brother's bruised jaw. Ismael snarled. "Be careful!" Marky laughed.
"I was really sorry, man! You should have been careful with your accusations."
Ismael took away his hand in his jaw. "I need an ice pack! Right now, Marky or I'll tell Mama about this!"
Marky stood up and shook his head as he walked towards the refrigerator. "You're still the same old Ismael- Mama's boy."
"Shut up, will you?" Ismael sneered although he was pretending to be upset. He understood Marky that much. He knew that Marky was careless for a gazillion of times.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
CELL PHONES AND SWEET DEMONS
If you want her company all the time, do something to get her company. Ismael's advice echoed in Marky's head.
After he punched his brother and chatted with him, Marky decided to leave him alone and go back to his suite. He took his cellphone and called Veronica.
While he did that, Veronica was sleeping tight on the top of the double decked bed. Her cellphone rang but it didn't wake her up. Belinda was about to leave when she heard the ringtone.
"Ronnie. Your cellphone's ringing," she said as she walked towards Ronnie's bed. She climbed up the small ladder at the side of the double decked bed and shrugged Ronnie's shoulders.
She called her. "Ronnie. Your cellphone's ringing."
Ronnie groaned and turned her back to her. Belinda rolled her eyes and took Ronnie's cellphone beside her pillow. She saw the name of the caller on the screen: Marky Federal.
She quickly answered the call.
"Ronnie?" Marky spoke on the other line.
"Yeah?" That was all that she managed to say.
"Are you open for another date?"
"Tomorrow, maybe," Belinda lied. "I am a little tired from work."
"I thought you were here for a vacation?"
Belinda got nervous as she tried to think of an alibi. "Uh.. Eh.. Yeah.. Yeah, I know. But I still get some business calls. Yeah, and.." She tried to think for more alibis. "I was busy on my computer."
"Oh, I see." Marky seemed to be convinced by that. "Well, can we have a date tomorrow?"
"Where?"
"A dinner date on my suite. 8 P.M."
"Sure. I can't wait."
"Okay. Bye."
Belinda quckly turned off Ronnie's phone and placed it back on her bed. She quickly took a pen and wrote on a sticky note. She placed the sticky note at the door of the bathroom and the waitress left to go to her work.
Naddie was already at the ice cream parlor when Ismael came. She smiled at him. He took a seat and smiled back.
"Thanks for helping me out, Naddie," he said as he scanned the menu.
Naddie smiled. "That's what friends are for, right?"
"Right," he agreed as he called the waitress to serve him their specialty: Sweet Demon. It was a dark chocolate ice cream with strawberry syrup.
"Asking for Sweet Demon, huh?" Naddie smiled as she ate her own Sweet Demon ice cream. "You'll like my favorite, I tell you."
Ismael smirked. "Your favorite huh? Marky suggested me to try this one, y'know."
"He did?" she said in disbelief.
"That's his favorite ice cream here."
Naddie smiled. "Really? I haven't seen him here."
"He's not that addicted to ice cream like you, Naddie. He eats ice cream when he thinks it is needed," he chuckled.
"We're not n'sync," she shook her head.
"He's just practical and you're one spoiled brat who wants to buy everything that pleases you."
She laughed a little. "That's one more thing that won't make me get along with your brother. He believes that money shouldn't be wasted while I believe that money shouldn't be wasted, it should be spent."
Ismael got an SMS. He peeked at his cellphone for awhile. After he read the message, he looked at Naddie.
"Marky needs a chaperone, Naddie," Ismael said.
Naddie cocked her head to her left side, "Again?"
Ismael nodded. He was also confused why Naddie had to be Marky's chaperone on his date. He didn't know about their deal about that.
"Right," Naddie continued. "I should see Marky so that I can confront him about that bruise on your jaw."
Ismael covered his jaw with his hand. "Y-You noticed?"
"Why not? It looked like a rotten tomato!" Naddie stood up.
"Hell, I thought you didn't notice."
"For Christ's sake! I just keep quiet about my observations." She left her payment for the ice cream tucked underneath the glass tissue holder.
"Enjoy your Sweet Demon, Ismael." She smiled as she walked away.
CHAPTER TWELVE
RED JACKET AND YELLOW STICKY NOTE
As Naddie left the ice cream parlor, Ismael noticed a red folded jacket on the side of the table. He thought that Naddie left it. He quickly went out of the ice cream parlor and luckily, caught her.
"You left this," he said as he handed the red jacket to her.
Naddie handed it back to him. "Oh, I forgot. I saw that jacket on your chest when I saw you at the seashore this morning. That's yours."
He held the jacket and nodded. He let her leave. Ismael unfolded the jacket. He didn't remember that he wore a red jacket last night. What surprised him more was the style of the jacket. It's sewn for a woman's figure.
Is Naddie goofing around? he thought to himself. Or maybe, the first girl who saw me gave me this jacket.
Ismael gasped when he realized something. He was drunk last night. How if, he.. Was it possible for him to rape a woman? He shook that idea off of his head. He checked the pockets of the red jacket and saw not a single clue that could help him identify who the owner of the jacket was.
When he felt problematic, there's only one guy that he used to call for help until now: Marky.
Veronica yawned as she jumped down from her bed. She walked towards the bathroom. Before she opened the door, she saw that yellow sticky note.
It said:
Ronnie,
7:25 A.M. - Marky called up. You didn't answer your phone. I answered it. He asked for a date. I said yes for you (I know you will never refuse).
Here's the details about the date:
-8 P.M.
-Marky's Suite
-Dinner date (so wear something formal)
-TOMORROW!!
Belinda,
Veronica unattached the sticky note from the bathroom door and took a bath. She was getting quite annoyed with this set-up when she had to pretend to be a rich tourist. Now, she had to swap for the morning shift tomorrow so that she could have a dinner date with Marky at 8 P.M.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
BLACK SHEEP
That night, the Federal family gathered together in the restaurant of that hotel. Everyone was present, from Don Alejandro Federal, Marky's grandfather to the youngest part of the family, Andrre Federal, which was his three-year-old nephew.
Everyone in that hotel thought that this was a big family reunion. A lively jazz band was present, plus the classical style of the restaurant's interior. The colors of light brown and white blossomed everywhere, from the color of the table clothes to the decorations.
Before they ate their dinner, Don Martin Federal, Marky's father, stood up on the small stage to speak. He wore a stern look although happiness could be seen in his brown eyes. His hand ran through his short grayish brown hair. He cleared his throat and that caught everyone's attention.
"Tonight, will be our clan's dinner together, then tomorrow night would be our grand party where people from high society were invited," he announced.
Don Alejandro smiled. He looked so proud of his son. The rest smiled as they tossed their wine glasses and that made a short noise inside the restaurant.
"One more thing," Don Martin added, "that night would also be the night, when I, Martin Federal, give turn over my beloved Bella Amor resort to a man who, me and my wife thinks, deserves to manage it."
A loud round of applause thundered after that announcement. The bachelors of that family clan looked excited. They dreamed of having the multimillion-worth resort, especially Ramile Federal. He was Sandy's elder brother who was known as an engineer.
Suddenly, the Latino-featured Ramile looked threatened. He quickly glanced at Marky. They were sitting on one table with Ismael and Sandy. Marky felt his stare and he looked back at him. They exchanged evil glares.
"Whoa, whoa, hold the grip of yourselves," Ismael spoke lowly as he noticed their glare to each other.
Ramile scoffed. "You must be Don Martin's son, but that doesn't mean you can beat me, Andres."
"Scared, aren't you?" Marky grinned. "Have Bella Amor if you want to, I don't care."
He was insulted. He wanted competition with the cousin that he hated so much. He wanted competition where he would beat him and rub to his face that a Marky Federal could not surpass Ramile Federal.
Ramile grumbled and turned away his head. Sandy smiled at Marky secretly. She loved her cousin than her selfish brother. While everyone were eating, Don Martin went to their table. At that time, Ramile left for unknown reasons. He didn't told anyone why he wanted to leave.
Don Martin sat on Ramile's empty seat. "Where's my favorite nephew?"
Marky rolled his eyes. Ismael looked formal and Sandy replied casually, "He left. He didn't tell why."
"I see," the older man rubbed his chin. "How are you, Marky?"
Marky gently dropped his fork to look at his father. "Gute." He was trying to handle this urge to yell at his father, show him his wrath and embarrass him in front of their whole clan. If anyone only knew how his father unloved him when he knew that he was satyriatic,a sex maniac, or a sex addict, you name it.
His father nodded. "Does the idea about the inheritance of Bella Amor resort impress you?"
"Oh, please," he rolled his eyes and scoffed. "I'm not really interested."
"I see, you're interested with women," he sneered.
Marky hissed, "You should have known something more than that, old man."
He grumbled, "The black sheep's calling me 'old man',"
The bachelor stood up and slammed his fist on the table. Don Martin stood up and almost did the same. That created a noise that caught everybody's attention. They exhanged sharp stares to each other. So sharp that they could stab each other if only the look in their eyes were thousands of knives.
Sandy and Ismael rose from their seats. Ismael extended his arms between father and son. "Hold it, guys." Marky wanted to withdraw and go back to his seat but it was too late. Thousands of eyes were looking at them just like that unfateful night. Marky could still remember that night when he attempted to rape Naddie.
His father pulled him away from Naddie while Ismael slowly came to her to help her stand up. He saw the girl's teary eyes and that madly broke his heart. Now, he knew that sometimes, something worthed more that love.
"Take her away from here!" his father growled. His brother obeyed and lead Naddie back to the Bella Amor hotel. He saw Naddie glanced back at him. She looked worried for him. Worried and sorry. He looked at her with assurance. That must have deceived her to think that he was okay because she decided to walk away with Ismael.
God! This girl loves him! He knew it from the look in her eyes. That happy revelation was spoiled. Before he withdrew his look from her, he felt his father's hard slap.
"Harrassing young ladies, you f-ck!" he roared as he continued to slap his face.
"D-Dad!"
"You're a shame to this family!" He bent lower to grip the collar of his shirt and pull him up.
"I am.." He coughed. He couldn't barely speak because the collar of his shirt was tight against his neck.
His father looked straight in his eyes, which were half-closed. "You shameless maniac! Are you planning to bring embarrassment to our family?"
Punch! He felt his hard fist hit his stomach. He could have fallen down but his father quickly gripped his collar to punch him again.
"You old piece of shit! Don't you ever dare to ruin our reputation!"
"Dad! S-Stop!" he almost choked. Blood began to drip from his lips. It was too late for them to notice that some of their relatives witnessed his father's brutality.
Don Martin punched the hell out of him. He threw him down to the sand and pointed a finger at him.
"I'll get your papers ready tomorrow. I'll send you to Germany and get a psychologist for you! You'll never come back, unless I allowed you to!"
He saw their eyes looking at him with pity, sympathy, insult, he couldn't name the emotions from the eyes of the other people there. He felt that shame ate his soul. His shame was shortly replaced by wrath when he saw Ramile's grin. He was his mortal enemy and he hated the idea that he claimed the victory when he was bathing in shame.
If they only knew why he did that.
Marky upset the table that frightened everybody. He left that restaurant and he didn't care if he bumped somebody or anybody. He walked straight towards the exit door. Everyone, even Ramile, crowded around Don Martin, Ismael and Sandy.
"You're son's really getting too far, Uncle," said Ramile as he patted Don Martin's shoulder.
The people asked Sandy about what happened but she decided to keep quiet. Ismael ignored them and left to follow Marky.
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