A Night Of Passion With The Billionaire

The cold liquid ran down my throat, the flavor lingering against my tongue for a few more moments before fading. I sat alone at the dimly lit bar, my fingers tracing the patterns on the chilled glass of my cocktail. It had been another long week at work.Sighing, I leaned back. All around me, there was the hum of conversations and the occasional roar of laughter. It was all distant and muffled. It all made me feel both isolated and strangely connected to the world around me.Twirling my cup, I took another sip. I’d probably crash for hours when I got home. My day at the office had been long and draining, with my schedule still weighing down on my mind. It was a job that paid the bills—barely—but I was nothing more than a cog in a corporate machine, yearning for something more meaningful.If only I had it better.I glanced at my phone. It was past eight p.m., yet Diana wasn’t around yet. Diana was one of the lucky ones—a supermodel who dazzled on billboards and in ads. She was a differ

I let out a series of short breaths as I settled on my desk, fanning my face with my hand as more sweat broke off my face, the aircon almost doing nothing. This was the eighth time I was getting late to work in the past three weeks. Thankfully, neither Jack Percy nor Kate Emerson noticed today, else, I'd be going back home with a letter of suspension, which would probably last for a month or two. Getting late to work had almost become a routine because of my insomnia which started a little over two weeks ago. Why? I wasn't quite sure. Or, maybe I was, except that I didn't want to admit it. Why would something affecting my work so much have anything to do with him?It's been three full weeks since that night of passion, which was still somehow fresh in my mind as though it happened yesterday. His perfect caresses on my body, his deep sultry voice which I can't get out of my head, his one million dollar scent which assailed my sense of reasoning, the feel of his glorious body against