My heart itched when that smile turns into a smirk and his eyes became sharper.

He stared at me from head to toe and said.

"Are you sure about it?" I almost thought he was an angel. In the end, he turns out to be a jerk.

"Yeah," I said though my heart beating fast.

According to what they said, he is good at basketball.

I will try my very best to meet my own goal.

"So what's your deal?"

"If I win, you will get yourself out of that room."

"Then, if I win. You will get out of this mansion."

"I am sorry. But, I told you that will never be my own decision."

"Then be my slaves." I rolled my eyes and thought

"What do you want? I am already your slave!"

"Sure." That is all I can say.

After that, he walks towards me and gets the ball.

Then he silently walked toward the court.

After a few minutes, we find ourselves face-to-face on the court.

"The person who can shoot five times will win," I said.

"Sure!" My heart itches with his arrogance.

He gave me the ball with a force that I almost drops on the floor.

The moment I dribbled the ball. He got it from me effortlessly and shoot the ball at the basket.

"Shit!" I can't even move an inch.

Then his serious face looks at me asking innocently with that face that says.

"What?"

I used to play basketball with my brothers. But looking back, I think they just want me to win.

However, one thing is for sure, My brother may pamper me all they want but, they never raised me as a princess and weak.

I moved to get the ball, dribbled it. Even though I am small. I am fast on my every move.

Before I knew it. I shoot the ball, and that makes us tie.

He looks at me.

I smiled at him.

"I thought you are a joke."

"No one is joking here."

This time he got the ball.

I tried to run toward him. But he jumps and shoots the ball.

To my frustration, it's a three-point shot.

However, this is one time shot that matters.

That makes two is to one.

I got the ball and tried to move as fast as I can. But as time passed by my body felt exhausted That's the time he got the ball and dunk it into the basket.

"Just why do you hole up yourself in that room?" I said between my breath.

I saw Dyllan freeze and grip the ball in his two hands.

His head tilts at my side, his eyes drop at zero degrees or maybe negative.

"So you play this kind of game?"

"No." He dribbled again and shoot the ball. I can not do anything.

"Stop playing that low." He passes me the ball. I almost drop to the floor because of the pressure.

"Then what are you doing? You can't beat me."

"I just want to tell you that..." My words didn't even finish. But, he snatch the ball at my hand and shoot it.

then I felt the pain in my butt when I fell on the floor.

"There are lots of people who love and appreciate you outside of that room. I hope you know that." My eyes shut, when Dyllan throws the ball that almost hits me.

I heard the loud sound of the ball on the floor.

I don't understand him!

Did I do something wrong again?

I get up on the floor and pick up the ball.

Why do I have to bother myself because of him? When I didn't even understand what I am doing.

Time passes, yet my feeling doesn't subside.

I thought that...

I can at least know something bad about him. But that plan backfired.

People here love Dyllan. Even though they didn't show it. I can feel that they miss him.

I thought I can help them and yet I screwed up.

I am sitting on my bed with the headrest at my back while looking at my family picture with the maid at our house.

The employee at my house is part of my family too.

They are the ones who raised me when my father almost forget me.

I dialed my phone and call Nanay Ising.

"Hello?" The moment I heard a familiar voice I anxiously turn off the cellphone.

Then I look at the cellphone.

"Nanay Ising, I miss you. Thank you for not giving up on me, when I was stubborn. How was my brother's? Did Ian always take his dinner? Does Lester always up until midnight again? And my brother Liam, did he miss me?"

I sigh at the thought of my family. "Nanay Ising, does my father even miss me?"

Me?

I am okay. I have a roof to stay with the extra baggage of a big brat in the other room.

But it's okay.

I stop what I was thinking.

No, it's not very okay.

He irritates me to the core. He always holed up in his room as if there was no tomorrow. He never appreciates the things and people around him because he was hurt.

The thing that I never came to acknowledge is that it might be because of Ayesha.

Nanay Ising, What should I do If that were true?

My eyes flew to the door that connects me to his room.

In case of emergency, I can go to him anytime.

However, he made it clear that even if he dies. I should not go to his room.

As if I want to go to his room.

Then I smiled when I remember what Nanay Ising told me.

"You may be a brat, but you are a good kid. You always prove that to me."

I rolled my eyes when I thought about tomorrow.

At least I can play with my friend every afternoon.

I should be happy because I have a lot of time, but that man bothers me to the core.

I mean, I have to find out what happened to him and Ayesha.

Who left whom?

Why?

Just why are you in that state?

With that thought, I fell asleep in the deep night.

NEXT CHAPTER

I hugged my pillow tight.

Then I cover my face with it when the light of the morning sunshine hit my face.

Someone just rolled the curtain.

"Uhmmm."

My eyes opened when I felt that there is someone who touches my legs.

It was a hand of a man and a rough hand at that!

With that thought, I jump into him and pinned him on the floor.

I used the blanket to restrain him.

"Hey! It's me! Why do you always use violence!"

My eyes widened as I heard a familiar voice.

I look up at the forbidden door and it was open.

His hand wipes the blanket and reveals his face.

His deep black eyes meet mine and for that moment I thought that my world stop.