[Day 6, A.M.]

Smith's POV || My Husband

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I was blankly staring at my plain ceiling; a pattern of black and white dots are visible while my mind is flying unconsciously.

David Williams.....

A guy who is married to me.

David Williams.....

A guy who have an amazing cooking skills. I still can't get over with my disbelief that he can cook my Shirako. My past girlfriend used to cook that too but was way complaining at how gross I am. That's why I broke up with her.

David Williams.....

A guy who is supposed to spend his half life for a month to be my temporary husband. But now, he ran away from me.

David Williams.....

A guy who is unbelievably cute when angry. Everytime I teases him, either school or work, he stomped on his feet like a little toddler. Admitting that I found that an amusement.

David Williams.....

A guy like a fighter. Truth to be told, everyone fears me to the extent that I am arrogant when it comes to serious things. Even my gf limits herself from making me to explode in temper. David, on the other hand, never been afraid when one time I got angry at him for confessing something he didn't expect. That time when I locked him into bed and declared that I wasn't gay (lies). Actually, he did frowned but never fails to obey my orders.

David Williams.....

A guy who doesn't whine -- well, that is except when he cooks my Shirako food. I know that us Americans don't have any connection with Asian peoples, foods, cultures, and traditions. To be exact, I just love their own unique foods, especially Japan's Shirako.

David is unlike others whom I dated, a mixture of guys and ladies. He is extraordinary with a bad mouth. David always uses 'shit', 'damn', 'fuck', and other cuss at me. Had he forgotten that he was talking to a billionaire's son?

David Williams.....

A guy who is simple. Let's just say me, a man who like to wear dress to impress others but when it comes to David, his fashion is plain. Needlessly to say, he's already fascinating the way he is. Diane, my third girlfriend that is a heavy fashion monster, who likes to wear thick red lipstick, whether day or night. And then Michael, my second boy-date who is surprisingly girlier than a girl. Oh god, as much as I want to describe what he looks like with lots of make-ups and jewelries, it creeps me out. I mean like, what kind of human wears earrings-- earrings that are attached to a ball.

I face-palmed myself at that thought.

Coming back to David, he's a simple dresser. What he wears in the morning, he also wear in the evening when it's time for bed.

David Williams.....

A guy who is surprisingly unaffected to my seductions, teases and stuffs. No matter how many times I went naked infront of him - whether if I'm on with my boxers or briefs -- it seems like he doesn't care. No matter how many times I always hover my arms and legs at him when we are sleeping, the next day I knew it, he was already pushing me off like a disgusting clingy leech.

Unlike others, if I do that to one of whom I already dated, I'm a one-hundred percent sure they will attack like a prey, devour until my good-looking face is ruined. That's how they roll, but with David, he's not.

That's why I admire him.

David Williams.....

A guy who is an awkward-potato. Well, he doesn't look like a person who is always hungry for attention, simply, he hate the idea of it. I still chuckles at the thought of time when we both are exposed to his campus, where lots of students taking pictures of us.

Of course, I loved how they finally know who is the wife of Smith Wilson, the popular, hot, attractive, who turns out to be a husband.

A very cute husband.

But now David William ran away.

Away from me.

Away from my house.

Away from my family.

And especially, away from my grandma.

But do I care?

Well a little....

I don't know why I am here, sitting on the spinning chair like an idiot who is waiting for something good to happen while drifting his thoughts to David Williams.

Er, why am I thinking about him again?

I can't explain and answer my latter question. My mind just randomly thought and describe him as if it is natural for me to happen or do. But still, why it feels like something is missing.

My intercom beeped out of the blue, making me to jolt up, snap from my own world and sit up in a proper posture.

"You may come in." I said pressing the red button, to inform my messenger--- and not to say, my private investigator.

Yep. Private Investigator. The day David ran away from the house, I knew I couldn't catch up to him but little thing he didn't know is that I can hire thousands and thousands of investigators to find him, even all across the country!

I'm still thanking that I was so blessed.

His escapade is useless, to be honest. I may not know where he lives, but, there are many investigators I can hire to find him.

I do not blame him though. I know grandma's words break him through so that's why he left, but I already talked to my gram Amois that leave the guy alone while promising her not to do any disappointments.

"Sir, I found David." The guy whom I hired spoke at me with a deep voice while pulling out a brown envelope. "Is this him?"

I looked at the first picture he slide at my table, and it is indeed David. I nodded.

"Well currently he's living with his grandma at *****street. It was just the two of them there living." He pushes more pictures he took and from the looks of it, they both were living in a small cottage.

Ugh. Is that even edible to sleep to?

The investigator continued. "And yesterday, David was with his boyfriend--"

"What?!!" I shockingly cut him. Boyfriend? But isn't he married at me?

Oh wait, I forgot he's not...

"Yes but I got some small details about him." The man pulled out again a biodata paper and showed it at me. "His name is Francisco Gil, 27 years-old, football jock and been with David for almost a year."

I felt my jaw hung at that. I wasn't sure what is this emotions building up inside me suddenly. "How can you be so sure?"

"It's because they went in a Chinese restaurant and Gil gave him some flowers and chocolates." He slid another three pictures of them. "Here's the proof."

I clenched my fist, for no reason really. Once I saw the taken shots, it boils me some anger. What for? It's just a picture. Then I slammed my hands on the table, making the Polaroids gravitate.

"Call Ms. Denise at the staff room! I need to ask her a favor." I commanded.