Mommy, Where is Daddy?

Tapping his fingers on the dashboard, Enzo maneuvered the car as the guards of his Villa opened the gate. He honked twice as a sign of acknowledgment and immediately drove inside. With heavy footsteps, he placed his right hand inside his pocket and stormed inside his house.

There weren't any maids around because it was already 3 am; as soon as he reached his chamber, he didn't let any seconds elapse and barged inside his bathroom to clean himself properly. When Enzo finally changed his clothes, he threw himself into his King-sized bed and let out a frustrated breath.

"After six years, our paths crossed once again. You didn't even ask me how I for those am years you have gone. Hah…Abi, why so heartless?" Enzo murmured upon reminiscing what had happened a while ago.

Abigaile seemed stunned after seeing his face. The woman seemed horrified to the point that she just told him that he had matters to attend to and needed to go. He wasn't expecting her to act aloof after seeing him as if there was a wall that Abigaile had built, and Enzo would have a hard time breaking it.

Enzo just wanted to ask her how she was doing, but instead of giving him an answer, his ex-girlfriend gave him a stern gaze and cold shoulder. He was persistent in talking with her, but Abigaile returned to their table and bid farewell to Tiana and others. She just left like that.

"She used to be submissive; she followed me around like an adorable kitten wagging her tale for her master," Enzo uttered as he placed his hands behind his head.

"Abigaile changed." A sudden deep frown creased the man's forehead.

Enzo couldn't help but dwell on the memories of the past. He couldn't help but reminisce about his moments with Abigaile back then.

— Flashback —

Abigaile Lewis was every man's fantasy on their campus, a woman with everything and the embodiment of beauty, exquisite body, and wit. However, every man who tried to lure her failed. Some courted her, but their attempts were futile because the woman rejected them.

Abigaile was focused on her studies and aspired to be a lawyer who runs in their family's blood. Abigaile's parents were amateur and well-known for being the best lawyers in the city. There wasn't any single case that they didn't win, they brought justice to the people who were deprived of their rights, and Abigaile's priority is to like them someday.

"Brute, trust me, that woman is too hard to have. She wasn't like the other women you

can tame instantly." Liam snickered to Enzo while they were eating in the cafeteria. Abigaile's table was near the window; as usual, it was all about laws and political theories.

"Come on, Liam, no woman could resist our Enzo!" One of their companions teased.

Enzo placed his hand on the table and eloped it to his chin as he peeked in Abigaile's direction. "You bet I'll have that woman by hook or crook."

Enzo kept on bugging Abigaile's study routine as the days went by. He followed Abigaile whenever she went, making every woman on the campus throw darts of hatred at her.

"Mr. Robinson, did you lose all your grip on your women, and you are pestering me? Get out of my way and scram." Abigaile exclaimed in annoyance, made Enzo's friends in awe, and after the woman turned her back and left, Enzo was rained with his friends' jeers and teases.

"That was mind-blowing. A woman dumped Enzo Robinson!" Liam snickered while handing Enzo a bottle of Gatorade. Enzo took it and opened the drink immediately as he couldn't keep the grin that was evident on his lips. The woman named Abigaile Lewis was something, and he was eager to have her in his hand.

Once, Enzo was too persistent to court Abigaile; the man even announced that he was willing to be Abigaile's possession to have her answer. So, Enzo kept on proving himself to Abigaile. Tiana and Abigaile's friends noticed the changes in Enzo; he hadn't seen around with a woman beside him nor had parties all night. Abigaile wasn't convinced at first and kept her guard until Enzo approached her again and again.

"Are you free after your class? Let's have lunch together." Enzo asked, darting at Abigaile, who was busy checking her notes while walking through the library hallway.

"No," Abigaile answered without hesitation. This scene loops daily. Enzo will keep approaching her; Enzo will volunteer to carry her tons of books, carry her bag, or bring her a snack inside the library.

Until Abigaile reached the library and sat on her usual spot, Enzo didn't leave her side like a puppy wagging his tail to his master, not until Enzo's tummy growled in hunger that made Abigaile's eyes peek at him.

Enzo looked away while scratching his nape, and the gesture that made Abigaile laugh

was that Enzo's ears were red as tomatoes. Abigaile knew that the man in front of her was acting mighty but a cinnamon roll.

"W-What? I-I didn't eat breakfast because I was waiting for you at the gate…." Enzo reasoned out while frowning.

Abigaile took out something from her bag and handed him her favorite Cinnamon roll and

her pomelo juice.

"Here, eat quietly. I don't want to get disturbed while I am reading this," Abigaile raised the thick book in front of Enzo, "Modern Political Theories" was its title.

Enzo nodded as he ate the food. From that moment, he couldn't help but steal glances at the woman who was too focused on her interest.

"Are you unaware that stealing glances implies disrespectful intent?"

Enzo chuckled in a low manner and met Abigaile's eyes. "If stealing glances is a form of disrespectful intent, would you put me behind bars or imprison me in your heart? If you choose the second choice, it will be my honor."

Abigaile clicked her tongue and replied, "You're shameless."

Until one day, she didn't notice the walls she had been building every time Enzo was around suddenly crumbled.

There were times when Enzo was involved in a fight, Abigaile didn't let him talk to her, and she acted like Enzo was just a piece of dust in her eyes. However, upon hearing Enzo's reason why he got involved in the fight, Abigaile felt something warm inside her heart.

"A-aw! Please be careful…." Enzo murmured while sulking like a kid.

They were located inside their usual spot in the library. Enzo kept making an awful expression as the cotton touched the bruise on his cheeks.

"What's the reason you ended up causing trouble?"

"The Moron called you nerd and spread made-up stories about you," Enzo responded, making Abigaile stiffen for seconds.

"W-what?" Abigaile couldn't help but stutter because that was the first time someone

defended her.

"I went on a rampage because the moron is trying to ruin your image, get me?"

Enzo said, trying his best not to look at her. He is shy and doesn't know why,

but every time she is with this woman, he can't stop but feel nervous.

"Have you eaten yet?" Enzo's eyes widened upon hearing Abigaile's feedback, he was expecting that she wouldn't care, but his expectation suddenly popped out like bubbles.

"I said, have you eaten yet?" Abigaile asked while applying the Band-Aid to Enzo's cheeks.

"N-No, I haven't." Enzo shook his head and rested on the chair in front of Abigaile. Enzo's eyes sparkled in delight when Abigaile handed him a lunch box and a spare bottle of pomelo juice she had been holding earlier.

"Did you prepare this for me?" Enzo teased to see Abigaile's reaction, but Abigaile just nodded and stuck her gaze on the book she was reading.

Enzo felt the warmth of care from Abigaile. The walls that she had been building whenever he was around, he wasn't that elevated that he couldn't reach. Instead, she is starting to let him in her life.

This was the first time someone cooked for him and prepared a little gesture that could melt a person's heart.

They became closer as time passed, and Abigaile couldn't help but realize that she was already falling for Enzo. Enzo had been a good boyfriend to her as soon as she approved of him being with her.

"Look at this; I passed the hellish subject that keeps giving me a failing grade." Enzo waved his test result in Mathematics as he sat in front of Abigaile inside the library.

"Come here," Abigaile smiled and spread her arms.

Enzo grinned from ear to ear as he ran to embrace his girlfriend like a puppy. "You did an excellent job." When Abigaile felt Enzo's heartbeat, she couldn't help but smile silently because it was pounding rapidly because of her.

Three months passed, and their connection became stronger; others questioned whether

Enzo had changed, but that didn't matter to Abigaile. Enzo changed for Abigaile; he changed from being the Playboy to being a loving boyfriend for her.

"You were waiting for me?" Abigaile sat in front of Enzo, tapping his fingers on the table of their usual spot while humming. Enzo's face suddenly brightened upon seeing his girlfriend. He pulled Abigaile for a hug. Abigaile chuckled and snaked her arms around Enzo's neck.

"Um. I thought I had to barge inside your room and get you out of there by force, threat and intimidation." Enzo snickered, making Abigaile's cheeks blush like a rotten tomato.

"Say, you are becoming more shameless as days go by!" Abigaile witnessed and was

about to distance herself when Enzo quirked a beam and cradled her in his arms.

"Enzo!" Abigaile warned.

"My name sounds sexy from your lips," "Your lips make my name sound attractive," he mimicked. Until Enzo drew Abigaile in for a kiss, it wasn't their first kiss, but it felt the same to Enzo from the minute their lips touched. For the longest time, Abigaile was his girlfriend, and he couldn't help but admit that he liked her.

Enzo knew on their first night together that the woman had already fallen into his trap, and she was eager to forfeit her purity. Abigaile was unlike the other women he had slept with; she was warm, vulnerable, and lovely. She may sometimes become silent because she is pondering something, but she always shares her dreams with him. Abigaile was an open book; once she allowed someone to become a part of her, she was willing to open every page of her life.

"E-Enzo ngk…" Under the sheets, he took her purity. The heat between them was warm

and wasn't the same as his past women. Abigaile placed his palm on her cheeks and smiled. "I'm yours, Enzo…" despite the pain that Abigaile felt, her eyes misted in tears upon feeling the pain of losing her virginity.

"Don't cry…does it still hurt?" Enzo asked as he caressed the tears that had misted Abigaile's lovely eyes. He could sense how tense her insides were.

Abigaile huffed for air and shrugged her shoulders to reassure Enzo that she was okay. Enzo kissed her on her collarbone and neck till his lips reached Abigaile's. Their kisses were hot as if they were the only ones capable of instilling such warmth in one another.

Abigaile's muffled slowly changed into faint moans, and she could feel the pleasure of their bodies clasping together. Enzo was gasping in delight till he felt his climax.

"Abigaile…" Enzo groaned until he released his seeds inside her. Abigaile moaned softly as her lips were owned by Enzo, kissing her passionately.

Enzo glanced at Abigaile, asleep from exhaustion, and couldn't help but caress her face. After owning each other, they cuddled until Abigaile fell asleep in his arms. Enzo drew her closer and closed his eyes.

"Erin, please, I'm begging you, don't leave us!" The vogue face of a woman brushed off

the man's hand, who was kneeling on the floor.

Enzo and his brother were crying, "Mom! Don't leave us!"

However, the woman never listened and turned her back. The young Enzo noticed his father's changes when their mother left; he was sitting near the door, telling them their mother would come home.

Until his father's behavior changed, he started to cry, laugh, and only speak their

mother's name one day; his brother ran through his room, crying. And the next

word that his brother told him made him fall to the ground on bended knees.

"I tried to wake Dad, but he's cold! He didn't even open his eyes!"

Enzo awoke, catching his breath, feeling the drips of sweat on his forehead as he wiped the tears from his eyes. He sighed heavily as his gaze was drawn to the woman beside him.

His memories of the woman beside him were destroyed when he realized she would

leave him one day, just like his mother.

"That could never happen to me," he thought as he stood up and clothed himself.

He left a note on the table and glanced at Abigaile for the last time before closing the door and walking away from her life.