THE DIAMONDS- By Faith Lucky: Episode 31-38

(She likes him,
but he’s cold-hearted😈)

Episode 36

By: Faith Lucky

Cali’s Pov:
With his bag hung around my arm, we walked out of the building together and I became a bit nervous when I saw the crowd waiting outside.

Their eyes dilated in shock when they saw Miquel – looking normal.

We climbed down the long stairs and got to the floor and three men and one woman dressed in suits rushed to us immediately.

“Miquel, are you…..”

“I’m fine” he interrupted one of the men who were speaking.

There were so many questions written on their faces, but he ignored them and continued walking away with me.

Oh G0sh!!!

I felt goosebumps allover!! I was the only one walking beside him and all eyes kept rotating around me.

I could clearly hear their thoughts.

*What the h*ell happened in there?*

*I thought id seen a fire outbreak?*

*What’s he doing with the banshee? How come they’re together?*

*Why isn’t she hurt?*

*What happened in there? He’s suddenly calm*

The thoughts kept flying into my head and I felt so shy as Miquel and I walked away.

Yeah – shy and proud.
We got to his apartment where he went straight to the bathroom to take a shower.

I sat on the soft bed and cogitated.

Thinking of it….I was able to calm Miquel down? I was able to stop his anger.

Who would’ve believed?

Although….I still felt scared recalling what had happened at the office. He looked so dangerous and scary when he was angry and bleeding.

Gosh? Why was he like that, huh? Why does he act so violently when he’s angry?

I rested my cheek on my palm and thought for a long while until the door of the bathroom opened and I turned to see him walking out.


I felt my endocrine system reset as I stared at him – lips open, eyes dilated.

He was dripping wet and had just a towel around his waist.

Cute Mollly!!!!

His curly hair was wet, his face, pink lips…
And the chest!!!
The tattoo all over!!!

Then his waist!!!!

The towel was probably the only thing covering his…..

Oh my God!!!!!

This was the cutest picture I’d ever seen in my entire life. I didn’t realize I was staring at him like a bloated goat.

He walked over to the wardrobe and pulled out the clothes he wanted and my eyes dimmed when he held the tip of his towel, about to lose it.


I gasped and quickly took my eyes away, turning the opposite direction.

What the h*ell was that??? What was he trying to do???

I took in deep nervous breaths, trying to gulp in the killing sight I’d just seen.

“Come with me” I suddenly heard him say and turned slowly, very slowly, to look at him.

Ohh!! He was already dressed up.

Phew! Thank goodness.

He walked towards the kitchen and I stood up and followed him.

Come to think of it….I was hungry!
I followed him to the kitchen and became nervous again. Don’t tell me he wants me to cook again? I was such a bad cook?

“Ever eaten stewed potatoes?” He asked as he brought out some potatoes and placed them in a tray.

“Um….nope” I shook my head.

Hm. I can’t believe this was the same guy that was looking like a beast a while ago.

“Here. You can work on this” he pushed the tray of potatoes to me and I figured he wanted me to peel them.

I took a knife and started working on them, trying as much as possible to be careful cause I’d never done such before.
I wasn’t the kitchen type.

He took some tomatoes from the fridge and started working on them as well.

Hold on….

How can a guy be so familiar with kitchen stuff, huh?

“You do realize it was quite stupid and dangerous staying with me in the office, right?” He asked and I looked at him.


“When I’m in the that mood, I love to be left alone because its dangerous staying around me. You just got lucky I was able to restrict myself”.

I bit my lower lip and couldn’t say a word.

“Why did you do it?” He asked again.

“While every one else was leaving, why did you stay?”

Gosh! Is this really necessary? Its making me so nervous.

“Well….” I chewed my words.

“I um….I just..felt like staying”.

He shot me a stare and took his eyes to the tomatoes and for a while, we were silent.

“Ouch!” I shrieked when I cut my finger.

Oh! Cali…I knew it.

I quickly moved away from the tray to prevent the blood from dripping on the potatoes.

“Is there a thing you can do, huh?” Miquel asked with an eye roll as he came to me and held the finger.

“I’m sorry” I muttered and paused.

Hold on;
Why was I even apologizing?

I was the one who’s hurt, yet the one apologizing.


Suddenly, I felt the pain seize. And so did the blood.


Miquel let go of the finger and took the tray from me.

Hold on…did he….

Did he make it stop?

Holy Molly! How many gifts does he posses, huh?

“You can blend the pepper and onions” he stated without looking at me and I felt my cheeks become hot.

“Thank you” I said and reached for what he ordered.
In a giffy, everything was set and he began the cooking process.

First, he boiled the potatoes and added the tomatoes.

“Sir, I….I thought tomatoes would taste soar if they aren’t steamed?” I asked, looking at the boiling pot.

“Yeah….but I prefer mine that way” he replied as he stirred the content.

Hm. I wonder how this would taste.

“I was the closest to my mother” he suddenly said.

“she was the type that preferred handling the kitchen stuff herself even with the maids around. And each time, I made sure I was beside her. I picked interest in cooking”.


So…..Mr grumpy was mommy’s boy?

“I hate lazy ladies” he said and my heart skipped.

Why do I have a feeling he’s referring to me?

“Even if your parents are wealthy, it doesn’t stop you from being a cook – it’s essential for you as a woman”.


I bit my lip and stared down at the table.

“Well….the thing is” I replied.
“My mom never cared about such. And she never cautioned me as well.
“She didn’t care if I stayed in the kitchen with her or not and….i felt it wasn’t necessary”.

He looked at me and scoffed.

‘So…when you get ready married, what do you intend doing? Would your mom come over to do the cooking for you?” He asked and…oops! The goosebumps again.

“Well….the maids can do the job” I shrugged..

“And what happens when your husband falls in love with the cook since she’s the key to his stomach?”


I bit my lip and realized I was out of words.

“I’ll go for cooking classes when I’m done from here” I replied in a surrender – like tone and he chuckled.

Hold on…….

He chuckled!!!



I gasped, but he didn’t pay attention to my excitement as he focused on the pot.

I placed my both hands on my cheeks and smiled.

G0sh! This was incredible.

He added the spices and covered the pot.

“I’ve got something for you” he said and dipped his hand into his pocket while I watched keenly.

He was so handsome and I always made sure to stare at every little opportunity.

His hand came out from his pocket, together with….

My necklace!!

My special necklace given to me by mum. The one he seized and told me I was never gonna see it again.

My eyes beamed in surprise as he came behind me and locked it round my neck, his cold, soft hand feeling so good on my skin

He dressed my hair after locking the necklace and I turned around to look at him.

My heart skipped as we stared into each other’s eyes for no reason.

No reason at all.

Just silently.

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