Into Her, Angela Escalona [best interesting books to read .txt] 📗

Prologue

"Oh c'mmon, can you just even smile?"

 

"I'm not a fucking entertainer, Trench. Now move!"

 

Marj shove Trench away, pushing him not so hard in the chest. She walked past him, can still clearly heard his chuckle from behind. Damn him! Marj cursed inside as she fixed her black hoodie in its rightful place.

 

Bored. She immediately texted Trench to pick her up in front of the house. The life inside the Marzan's manor has been suffocating for her. She needs to breathe fresh air. Freedom is what her body and mind were seeking for.

 

He brought her to the nearest club. It started to get crowded. The asshole catches up to her pace, sneakily putting his arm around her shoulders. She brushed it off. As she entered, Marj let herself consumed by the crowd. She didn't even give a damn on where did Trench go. She remained to her goal, to finally get a chair and drink to her heart's content.

 

The club was on it's peak tonight. With women everywhere and a lot of liquor to drink, this was a haven for the locals of the San Lorenzo. Marj called the bartender and place her order, her fave as usual, and took a sit on one of the bar stools. Waiting for her drink to arrive, the loud music suddenly stop. People complain so was she. Just a little though. All the main lights turned off. There's a complete silence afterward.

 

Trench was still nowhere to be found as she searched the whole area. The bartender arrived then. She took the glass and sip on it. Where could that douchebag be? her mind wondering as her fingers lightly tap the surface of the table. Her attention was dragged off when the center stage lit up. She caught a man standing on it, holding a mic confidently like he was born for it. He looked stupid by the way wearing that stupid smile of his yet many girls get swoon. She groaned as she took another sip. What's wrong with the women population these days?

 

"Hey! I've been looking for you the whole time!" Trench shouted just above her ears. She nudges him in the stomach then held his face towards to where the stage is. The man started singing and the crowd gets wild again. Marj cocked a brow. He's actually a good singer.

 

"Who's that?" she asked Trench still staring at the man in the stage.

 

"What?!" he shouted back. She rolled her eyes.

 

"Who's that fucking bastard?!"

 

"Interested? c'mmon Marj. Are you falling for Aksel Lagdameo?" She pushed him hard this time then drink his liquor until the last drop. He laughed.

 

"Whatever Trench. Whatever"

Chapter 1

P.S

 

Sorry for all the wrong grammar, spelling and error you may encounter... peace

 

---

 

 

 

Marj sat on a wooden stool not too far from her bed where the drunken man had fallen asleep. She moved a little forward, felt again the pain on her knuckles she hasn’t felt for years. It’s still sore and it felt good. A hint of a smile curved on her lips as she gently massaged both hands.

 

Trench had been long gone to buy some food and medicine. The party was over for the two of them. It was cut short. The reason behind it was none other than the bass guitarist of KLVN. He moaned, slowly moved his body to the left side of the bed. Marj frowned. Yeah, sleep tight pretty boy…

 

The faint gleam of the table lamp cast shadows on the man’s face and highlighted his sharp cheekbones and strong jaws. He was indeed beautiful. No doubt about it.

 

She shrugged. “You’re one lucky asshole,” Marj emphasize every word as her right hand gently tapped her face with some early growth of stubbles in there.

 

They just only saved the bastard’s ass to some drunken patrons at the club. Apparently, the guy right here thinks he can do whatever he wants. Whenever. Wherever. Well, he just picked the wrong place and the wrong people to mess with. Marj took off her hood, her right face kept in the dark. Luckily, the man just got a few cuts and bruises. She tsked.

 

Said shakily, “I just save your shit. I can’t believe it.”

 

She overheard footsteps. Must be Trench. Stood to open the door, a hand suddenly grabbed her left wrist. Big and callused. She felt uncomfortable. The feeling is an intrusion to something she would never entertain. Marj hastily took her hand back, glared at the man who was now half-awake. Eyes half-hooded, she’s aware that he’s staring at her and Marj felt the urge to hide from him.

 

“Who are you?” in a rugged voice he managed to ask.

 

“Where am I?”

 

~*~ 

 

Aksel grabbed hold of an arm. His vision still blurred, he knows he’s not alone. Her presence was uncannily familiar but who is he kidding. She must sense him as a threat, took back her arm and glared at him. His brain couldn’t comprehend anything. Not even a single thing other than the woman in front with a silky auburn hair and a pair of deep green eyes.

 

Hesitated at first, Aksel watched her took a seat. Again. She’s not looking in his way and sense the aloofness she had. With the help of the table lamp, he managed to see the companion clearly. Mysterious. Her eyes never given a hint of emotion since then except for the glaring she throws awhile ago. Nevertheless, a man could drown in those deep, green pools. Aksel thought.

 

She brushed her hair. Aksel caught a glimpse of her swollen knuckles. His jaw hardens, clenched both fists. He cursed inside, felt bad for what had happened to her.

 

“Marj and this is my unit,” she supplied.

 

His stared at Marj and damned himself for wanting to kiss her fully on the mouth. Aksel swears beneath his breath something hot started to build inside him. Shamed seared him for he knew her only for a couple of seconds. Damn that rascal that punched him on the face! He could’ve enjoyed a good fuck tonight.

 

Damn it!

 

Aware that this is not his pad, he slowly sat on the bed. With protruding headache caused by overdrinking, Aksel heaved a deep sigh. Tunneled his hand through his hair he surveyed the whole area. Almost pitch black. Felt cold and black not seeing bright colors around which women are crazy about. No sign of comfy, Aksel turned to his host. Marj cocked a brow, obviously knows what he did seconds ago.

 

“Spill it,” she encouraged. “I won’t mind. After all, you’ve to be gone by tomorrow.”

 

Yeah, sure he is. That’s an assurance. He had to meet the others at the studio. The much-awaited tour was fast approaching. They need to practice a lot.

 

A man suddenly barged inside, turning on the light that instantly blinded him for seconds. He moved, turned his head towards Marj who pulled her hoodie above her head covering almost half of her face. Curiosity struck him. Why on earth would she cover herself?

 

“You know I could kill you now, Trench,” she was hissing. The man just shrugged his shoulders, put the supplies he was holding on the nearby table.

 

“I’m scared,” not so convincing Trench muttered.

 

“You should be,” she spat.

 

Chapter 2

 

Leaving Trench to tend Aksel, Marj led herself to the open porch. She lit a cig which she snatched secretly at Trench’s compartment and puffed like she never did before. She long discontinued smoking but felt she needed one right now.

 

Put a hand inside the pocket, Marj bored her eyes on the city lights below. Glowing, making the metro looked wonderful from above, it never interest her. She was never fond of twinkling lights that will be gone in a few hours. It’s just a part of the everyday living process. Reality would surface again tomorrow and those lights will never be part of it.

 

But it’s not the reason why she is outside.

 

This is just like the other nights which she find herself hard to fall asleep. Images of her past started to haunt her again, felt like it just happened yesterday not years ago. She puffed harder this time, not aware of a man’s presence approaching.

 

Her phone beep. Marj took her mobile out of her jean’s pocket and enter the code. She got a message from Trench.

 

He’s right behind you. FYI

 

She straightened her back, hand never leave the railing for support. Put the cig down in the nearby ashtray, Marj prepared herself. Now she’s aware of his presence, silently cursed on how she let her guard down and never realized she’s not alone anymore. Thought of being vulnerable to the stranger she put the façade mastered for years. Then he approached, slowly, until he’s at her side watching the city lights from above.

 

“I believe were not properly introduced. I’m Aksel—“

 

“You don’t have to,” she cut him off. Not showing any sign of interest. “The mere incident just brought us together. After this, we’re through.”

 

He sighed. The chilly wind of October nights draws in much to her surprised she wasn’t affected by it. Of course, she remembered. She had her ever reliable hoodie.

 

Silence enveloped the two of them. It’s better that way. Marj didn’t expect the man to say anything or open up to her. She wanted to be alone, feel the nothingness of the surroundings. He leaned forward, arms resting on the railings. Looked almost sober, his hair was gently swayed by the cool breeze. Marj never understands why women fell for the guys like him. As she looked at him there is nothing she could see that caught her interest. He’s just like the others.

 

Aksel turned to her direction. Their eyes met. Honestly, Marj doesn’t know him in the first place. She didn’t give a damn about anything or anyone for that matter. It’s that fucking incident that led her to this jack ass in front. She should just let the bearded guy bitten the shit out of him. It’s his trouble after all.

 

Then a sensual smile curved to his lips evoked an unfamiliar sensation in the pit of her stomach. She looked away. It never felt right. She must not fancy him. He’s a still a stranger for heaven’s sake.

 

Fancy? Oh my God! Where did that thought came from?

 

Obviously, she didn’t fancy him. Just a mere curiosity. That’s all.

 

"Marjorie Duran, right?" with wide eyes, she looked at him. That smile from before never leave his lips. It just grew even wider. "I