Subtitle: My Contract Marriage
Written by: Marvy Hyacinth
"Who the heck is she?!"
Phoebe asked while turning to her side to face the person she initially set her attention on - Anderson.
When he didn't reply but only stared at her, playing dumb and deaf with his mouth open a little, looking all cute, Phoebe had no choice but to yell her words again.
"I asked who the fvck she is, Anderson!!"
Phoebe screamed.
Anderson jerked confused and shocked at the same time.
"Ugh... She is ugh..."
Anderson stammered helplessly confused and not knowing what to say.
Alexa stared at the drama going on, shocked and short of words. A girl she didn't know fvck about came in and started yelling asking about who she was, and Anderson didn't even seem to know.
'What was I thinking? That he'd say I'm his girlfriend?'
She reprimanded herself, quickly remembering her position and putting herself in place.
'God, what's wrong with me? Why am I feeling sad about this situation? She may be his girlfriend for all I care'
"Oh so now you're a stammerer?"
Phoebe asked with a scornful laugh accompanying her question.
"Ugh, Phoebe, I..."
Anderson tried to talk as he inched his hands closer to Phoebe and feel her in his arms.
Phoebe moved backward sharply away from his hands right before they could land on hers.
"Don't call my name. And don't you dare try to touch me?" She spat.
"Phoebe, I..."
Anderson tried to talk again, but Phoebe cut him off and he shut up.
He was too weak whenever she was near him, she had this sort of energy that weakened him like butter against heat.
She was his weakness...
"So you started dating someone else?" Phoebe asked with furrowed brows.
"No Phoebe... It's nothing like that..."
Anderson tried to explain with his hands inched towards hers, but Phoebe yanked her hands away from his and once more she took the wheel.
"... I promise." He added, that when he saw she wasn't convinced in the least.
"So what's it? Tell me what another lady is doing in your house with you behind closed doors?!"
Phoebe yelled and this got Anderson angry.
She was insinuating something that didn't happen, not that it did not cross his mind to do it, but it NEVER happened.
Still, he couldn't bring himself to speak.
"Oh, I forgot... When I left, it was mentioned on the media that you started whoring about. Is she one of your whores?"
Phoebe asked with a scornful laugh and Anderson's eyes darkened in anger.
Alexa's jaw flew open.
This lady, whom she didn't know anything about was saying she was a whore and Anderson could not speak still?!
"You slept with her like you did the others right?"
Phoebe asked, but still not getting any reply from Anderson, she moved to his side.
"Right Anderson?"
She asked again, and again and before anyone could say jack, Phoebe started hitting him on his chest.
Anderson's eyes darkened the more.
"It was just three years Anderson, three years."
She started explaining what no one asked her to with tears in her eyes, the two of them threatening to release torrents upon torrents of salted water.
"I was supposed to stay two more years, but because of you I decided to come back early."
She continued her 'no one asked for it' explanation with her fist still flying on Anderson's chest.
"I come back because of you and you've become a full-blown man whore? I understand you have needs, but you could not find someone else? Look at her, she is a low class... if you need to whore around, do it with someone above or on my level!"
"And how do you know she's a low class?"
Anderson asked her his eyes getting more darker and on her.
"Don't you see what she's putting on? She's supposed to be your maid with that kind of poor clothes she's putting on!"
"She. Is. My Maid!"
Anderson yelled aloud, drawing out every single syllable.
Alexa gave in to her feelings and soon, torrents of rain in form of TEARS streamed down her cheeks.
... To him, she was nothing more than a maid, and there she's been, giving herself hopes.
Though she tried to hide it...
The little voice in her head was right.
... She'd fallen for him, and like an idiot, she'd forgotten to take a parachute with her.
"What did you say?"
Phoebe asked surprised to be sure she didn't hear things.
"I said she is my maid."
Anderson repeated and Phoebe jumped on him.
"I love you so much, Anderson. You know that, don't you? Don't mind me."
Phoebe confessed all happy with her hands clasped tightly behind Anderson's back.
Alexa felt her tears become hotter and too much, the scene playing before her was so unbelievable, so she ran away.
Anderson looked up at her fast disappearing figure and frowned.
He pushed away from Phoebe's hug and spoke painfully, but plainly to her.
"I don't LOVE you, not one bit, not ever, and never again will I ever. We ended three years ago, never forget that"
With that, he whooshed after Alexa.
Anderson trailed after Alexa and found her cupped up in the toilet crying.
"Why's she crying?"
He thought.
He'd never felt as dumb as he felt in the last one hour.
Firstly, he forgot to check who was knocking on his door before opening it.
Secondly, he let his mouth fly open in awe and surprise when he saw her, which was a side to him that he hated.
Like... A whole Anderson, arrogant, pompous, and rich hung his mouth open at the sight of an unworthy b! tch?
Phoebe still had that same effect she had on him three years ago, but the hurt of it all was killing his insides.
↬ Flashback ↫
↝ Three years ago ↜
"Please don't do this to me, please. I'm begging you."
Anderson begged aloud.