Chapter 6: Another Complication

-=Yesha's Point of View=-

"Damn it!" I cursed as I rode my motorcycle back home.

The talk between me and Xavier really infuriated me, the nerve of him to propose that I would be willing to have sex with him again because it would never happen again, even though he was incredibly good-looking, but still, I need to be unyielding, once is enough.

I still couldn't believe it when I found out I had a one-night stand with my boss, of all people.

I blame the booze I drank that night; if I hadn't been intoxicated that night, I wouldn't have made the mistake of sleeping with a stranger and losing my virginity, but it's too late to repent now, so I vowed never to drink again.

Aside from drinking, I blame Brix for everything; if it weren't for him, I wouldn't have gotten wasted and slept with a random stranger.

Normally, it takes me more than an hour to get home, but because of how fast I drive, it only took me 40 minutes instead.

"How come you're here so early?" My mother asked as soon as I entered our home.

"I finished my work early, so I decided to go home right away; by the way, is that sinigang?" I inquired as I smelled the dish she was cooking in the kitchen.

So hungry now, and I didn't even eat that well earlier, that it wasn't a surprise to hear the grumbling in my stomach!

Sinigang is a traditional Filipino cuisine made with tamarind-based soup, which can be pork, fish, or shrimp, with different vegetables.

My favorite is the pork one; in any dish, I would prefer pork to any other meat.

"Yeah, I cooked your favorite; why do you want to have dinner already?" She asked when she heard my stomach.

"Yes, I didn't eat much during my lunch break, so I'm hungry right now," I admitted.

"Ok, I'll call you when it's ready," she said.

She returned to the kitchen, while I went straight to my room on the second floor to change into my typical home clothes.

I donned a white shirt with short shorts; it's fine to wear this kind of outfit because I'm only at home.

After a few minutes, I heard mom calling my name, and as I walked to the kitchen, I saw her already adding the vegetables to the sinigang.

"Take a seat, it's almost done," she said, and I did as she instructed, and our dinner was ready after another three minutes of waiting.

"Finally! I'm famished!" I murmured excitedly, and I was about to begin when there was a loud knock on the door, which compelled me to stop eating.

"Such a bother," I said, and with a heavy heart, I was forced to abandon my food to check who was at the door.

Interestingly, as I opened the door, I discovered a foreigner, possibly in his teen years.

"Can I help you?" I asked, perplexed, seeing the young man's good looks.

"Yes, I'd like to know if this is Anita Santillan's house." He inquired, smiling and speaking in a thick British accent, and he's really cute!

'Yes, I am Anita's daughter, Yesha," I replied.

I was taken aback when the foreigner abruptly hugged me, and it took me a few seconds to grasp what he was doing.

"Hey! What are you doing?!" In a state of panic, I asked.

I tried to take his arms off, but he wouldn't budge, and I was about to punch him when his next words caught me off guard.

"I've always wanted to meet you, big sister," he added, eventually letting go with a large smile on his handsome face.

It took me a minute to grasp what he had just said, and I'm sure a look of astonishment was written all over my face.

"Wait, did you just call me your big sister?" I asked, my mouth agape.

"You are, indeed, my sister. By the way, I'm Jerry Wills's son," he responded calmly.

After hearing him mention my biological father's name, I felt as if I had been struck by lightning.

I can't believe or accept what has happened to me; first, I discovered that the man who devirginized me is also my boss, and now I'm meeting my supposed half-brother; can my life get much more complicated?!

I tried to find any similarities between us, but I couldn't find any, and he seemed to detect my skepticism, so he pulled out a bunch of paperwork and photos from his luggage and presented them to me.

He handed me some documentation proving that he is, in fact, Jerry Will's son, and my half-sister.

I also saw a photo of him with Jerry, and while I haven't met the man, I saw a picture of him among my mother's belongings when I was a child.

I could feel my knees weakening, and then I realized we'd been standing at the doorway for quite some time, so I invited him inside.

"Who's there at the door? Why are you taking such a long time..." When my mother saw our visitor, she couldn't complete her sentence.

"Hello, my name is Dustin Wills, Jerry Wills' son," he said.

When she heard her ex-lover's name my mother's demeanor immediately changed to one of shock.

"Are you sure..." She couldn't continue speaking owing to the shock she was experiencing, so I decided to question Dustin myself.

"So, you're telling me you're Justin Wills' son and my brother, is that correct?" I asked as if questioning a suspect in a crime.

"Yeah, half-brother actually, and I also have an older sister named Maggie," he added.

"Ok, so I have two siblings from Jerry Wills, but what are you doing here?" I enquired.

"Well, about that, I wanted to meet you because I really wanted to see my other sister ever since dad told me about you, and secondly, I was trying to run away from our sister, Maggie," he stated with a sheepish look on his adorable face.

"Ok, so where are you going to stay while you're here in the Philippines?" I asked.

"I'd been staying in Manila hotel for a week already, but I opted to check out early after confirming that I'd finally found this place," he explained.

"If you've already checked out of your hotel, where do you intend to stay now?" I asked with trepidation, I don't like what I'm thinking right now, especially after seeing the luggage he brought.

His smile widened as he looked at me with a pleading expression on his face.

"I want to live here, I want to be with my half-sister," he replied sweetly.

After hearing what I was afraid to hear from him, it felt as if my soul left me.

I was already stressed, and just when I thought things couldn't get much worse, another complication came.

"Just wait here," I said as I dragged my mother back to the kitchen.

"Mom, he came to the Philippines to see me, and he also wanted to stay with us!" I informed her in a frantic tone.

"I know, I heard him; his accent was thick, but I could comprehend some of what he said," she replied.

"All well, and are you ok if he stayed with us, even though he's Jerry's son?" I asked, still skeptical.

To be honest, I expected her to flip out after learning about Dustin's father, but she remained calm.

"Yeah, I don't see anything wrong with it, and you verified that what he was saying was true, correct?" She inquired, and I responded with a nod of my head.

"Are you certain? Aren't you upset with him because he's the son of the jackass who abandoned you?" I continued in my probe, still unconvinced.

"Yes, I'm fine with it; he didn't do anything wrong to me, so why should I blame or be angry with him for something his father did to me?"

"OK, just to be sure, and yes, his proof seems very legit to me, and furthermore, there's nothing worth in this place if he was planning to rob us," I said.

"See? So why don't you call him, and ask if he wanted to have dinner with us," she said.

She didn't wait for my reply and decided to reheat our food, and after ensuring that she was completely fine with Dustin living with us, I returned to the living room, where Dustin was sitting idly on the couch, and as soon as he saw me, he stood up.

"Ok, you can stay, my mom agreed, you can stay for a few days, are we clear?"

"Yes, quite clear, and thank you," he replied enthusiastically.

The only issue is where he would sleep in this house, and as if sensing my predicament, he volunteered to sleep on the couch in the living room instead.

"No, it doesn't seem right, you're our visitor, and moreover, there's one more room in this house, but we needed to clean it first."

The room I was referring to is one that we had converted into our storage room, so we would be doing a lot of lifting later, but before that, I invited him to join us for dinner, which he eagerly accepted.

He was skeptical at first as he glanced at the food on the table, but after finally tasting it, he began eating with vigor this time.

After our dinner, we decided to take a short break before cleaning the storage room that would be Dustin's room for the duration of his stay with us.

I was so sweaty and sticky after we finished cleaning the room, and it was a good thing there was still a clean bed for him to use.

I chose to take a bath first, and when I got out, I looked for Dustin and found him outside our house.

I'm not sure whether to laugh or grimace as our neighbors gazed in awe and admiration at Dustin.

Dustin is undeniably attractive, and with a few more years under his belt, he will undoubtedly become even more so.

"Hi pretty lady," he remarked to the girl who happened to pass by our house, and her entire face became red like a ripe tomato as a result.

"It appears he's a womanizer," I thought to myself, but that changed when I noticed how he stared at the shirtless guy who walked out outside their house.

I'm suspicious because of the weird look Dustin is giving the shirtless guy, but then I remember how he flirted with the girl earlier, so I'm even more confused.

"Hey Dustin," I said calling his attention.

"What's up?" He asked still looking at the same guy.

"Are you gay?"

My question eventually drew his attention to me, and a huge grin came on his face before he spoke.

"No, I'm not gay," he replied, quashing my suspicions, but before I could breathe a sigh of relief, his next words startled me.

"I'm not gay, but I'm bisexual," he said calmly, returning his focus to the shirtless man.

At first, I was worried, especially because, in comparison to other countries, the Philippines is still not as welcoming to his kind, but when I realized that he would only be staying for a few days, my concerns subsided.

After knowing about Dustin's sexual orientation, I began to wonder if my half-sister was a lesbian, but I quickly disregarded that possibility.

It's not like I'm going to meet her as well, and I have no plans to do so, the fact that Dustin was running away from her sister only means that she was probably an ill-tempered woman.

"Why don't you go inside and rest?" I said.

"Ok, but first I'll need a shower," he said, and both of us went into the house.

I went straight to my room, while Dustin went to the bathroom to take a bath.

After fifteen minutes, I remembered I hadn't provided him a cushion or blanket, so I grabbed a couple of pillows and carried them to his room.

I opened the door without knocking, thinking he was still in the bathroom, only to be horrified when I saw him naked; it was a good thing he wasn't facing the door, or else I might have seen his length.

"Good gracious! Cover yourself!" While my eyes were closed, I exclaimed.

"Sorry, I typically sleep naked, and I didn't expect you to come in without knocking," he explained.

"I'm sorry, I thought you were still in the bathroom, and next time, learn how to lock your door, because my mom typically barges in without permission," I explained.

"OK, you can look now, I'm decent," he said, but I hadn't fully opened my eyes yet, so I took a glimpse, and only after confirming his claim did I fully open my eyes.

I finally went back to my room after giving him the blanket and pillows. I tried not to think about everything that had occurred to me so far, and everything that would happen to me in the future, and I can't help being terrified of what the future had in store for me.

"Please, no more," I said silently as I eventually fell asleep.