เข้าสู่ระบบMichael slammed the door hard enough that it echoed throughout the quiet, dimly lit house, almost like a gunshot. He made his way downstairs, taking long strides as he headed back to the kitchen. Blood from his cut welled up in his hand, and it began to drop as he walked, leaving dotted dark trails behind him. While he held no care in the world about it. He got to the fridge and opened it, grabbing the whiskey bottle by the neck with his injured hand, staining it with the blood. He didn't bother with a glass cup this time and instead just put the bottle to his mouth and drank directly from it, allowing the scorch to burn through his throat harshly. But that didn't help as much as he thought it would do. He could picture her as he shut his eyes. Her head thrown back at the edge of the pool, her open mouth moaning loudly like she was deliberating aiming it at him, pink panties floating on the surface of the pool, the water surging around her large beautiful breasts as Nathan fucked
"Sir, do we need to get the security guys ready to escort us to the bonfire?" Bernard asked. Michael sat at the kitchen island, going through the paperwork for the customised Colombian necklace, his eyes focused solely on the details. "No, I won't attend that. Have them remain in front of the building for the night.""Yes, sir.""The documents show everything is going according to plan." Michael nodded, impressed. "When is it set to arrive in Manhattan?" "In the next five days."He closed the paperwork and pushed the documents away from him, a little smile on his face. The money he had spent on everything about the necklace didn't matter if it earned the smile he hoped to see on Diane's face when she got the gift. To him, it was worth it, and he could only hope she loved it too. He took a deep breath and stood up. "You are free for the night. You can go to the bonfire or whatever if you wish.""Understood sir," Bernard replied. "Thank you, sir."Then he left. Michael went over to
"Smile wider for the camera! Haha!" The MC called out from beside where the media were taking the shots, as he put his two fingers at the corner of his lips and tugged them up in a smile. Diane forced out a wider smile, adjusting the sash draped across her body, the word 'WINNERS' boldly written on it. She stood beside Michael, the stiff air of discomfort surrounding them. The cook-off had ended, and they had won. After Michael's little apology, they had barely spoken to each other and had just concentrated on making the food. Or rather she had concentrated on staying out of Michael's way as he made the food. In other words, avoiding him. She noticed he didn't try to invade her space from then on or speak to her, which she convinced herself was a huge relief. And even as they stood side by side now, the space in between them was pretty distinct, Michael had a blank expression, and his body just looked rigid. Like he couldn't wait for the whole thing to be over. After a couple mor
Diane felt like her heart would jump out of her chest as it pounded loudly, nearly deafening her. She had no idea if she wanted to push Michael away and storm out of the cook-off altogether. But that only meant numerous headlines about them and probably much digging into both their pasts. And their pasts were one thing she didn't ever want the media to uncover, because the fear of what that damage could cause was something she was not even allowing herself to think of. On the other hand, couldn't someone interrupt? Maybe tell Michael he wasn't supposed to be doing this in front of cameras? That this was off limits? For the first time, she looked around at other couples to see they were genuinely getting along. They didn't seem bothered when their partner's hand brushed against theirs or when they invaded each other's personal space. Not that Michael's touch bothered her either. At least not to her knowledge. She was sure she hated it, and anything she felt now was simply because
Michael walked behind Diane as they circled to their table. He had undeniably caught her checking him out earlier that morning, and a part of him did seem pleased at that, a bit more pleased than he cared to admit. After all, apart from the privacy and exclusivity Montclair offered, another reason he had moved there was simply because she was there. And he had made sure to move into the building right next to hers and not that of Mr Martins. Moving into Montclair, however, had been a piece of cake. To him, exclusivity mattered, and it was only then did he deem whatever place comfortable enough to suit his taste. If it didn't meet his standards, it wasn't worth his presence. So he had simply made a phone call to Martins. But the crazy thing was, Martins hadn't accepted his cash or donations and had simply told him to appear in the cook-off to even things out. And when he had asked Martins why, Martins had told him his reputation would be good for the promo shots since he was pr
"Hey baby," Nathan said to Diane, leaning down to press a soft peck on her lips before settling down beside her."Hey.""Eww, get a room, please." Lea grimaced, waving her hand dramatically in front of her face. "Not if we want to put on a free show for you, you know." Diane teased, laughing.Lea shook her head, hissing, "Kill me already."Nathan chuckled at both of them.They were out at the Island's beach, where they were going to have the games and probably the bonfire. The beach was within walking distance since it wasn't too far from the Villa and Montclair. The games and bonfire were optional, though. If Lea had not pulled up to Diane's building in a dramatic hat, a sexy bikini with a scarf tied around her waist, a loud encouraging voice that sounded like it could power the whole island, and large lollipops, she would have honestly just laid in bed for the day. Or continued sightseeing on her own. She had not noticed Michael around, so she figured, as usual, that he had prob
The party was halfway through already. Guests were seated, the waiters doing a perfect job by making sure everyone had everything they needed at their tables. Diane shared a table with Ryan and there were two empty seats which were supposed to be occupied by John and Stella. But Stella had decided
The night became beautifully lit just as Diane's car pulled over in front of the company's newly completed second headquarters. And it was going to be soon headed by her in just a few hours.Black luxury cars glided in front of the buildings as well while reporters surrounded the entrance taking pi
*2 and a half years later* "A beer wouldn't be so bad now, don't you think Ryan?" Diane asked as she spun lazily in her swivel chair from the window view in her office back to her office table. Her office table was made out of Teak. It was rich, expensive, refined, and alluring, adding a unique bl
Diane's head throbbed. Badly. The pain felt like there was a drill boring holes into different parts of her head impatiently and making her want to cut her head off. She blinked a bit, scrunching up her face and groaning, a poor attempt to make the pain go away. She had no idea why she was feeling







