ログインMichael turned on his heel for the umpteenth time as he slowly paced around his office, counting his steps one at a time. His usually tidy desk was a mess of files, papers, and cups of coffee he had stayed up with the night before. His usually styled hair was ruffled up from constantly running his fingers through it. He chewed at his inner cheek, as if trying to push his frustration into it. 'I love you, Michael', 'Don't you trust me?', 'I'm pregnant, Michael'. Memories of Diane pleading and crying rushed into his head once more, and he could almost hear her voices as she stressed that she was being framed. He pictured the hurt in her eyes when he had accused her and when he had fired her. "Fuck," He cursed, burying his face in his hands. He didn't know what to believe any longer. Or rather, he knew what to believe, but he was choosing not to do so yet. He had sent Bernard to compare the two images, the ones Diane had been in and the one that had been addressed to Tiffany.
Diane posed with a hand on Nathan's chin as the paparazzi she hired took pictures of the two of them in the restaurant. Nathan brought her face closer, cupping it in his hands and rested his forehead on hers. "I hope we look good from this angle." She giggled, staring into his eyes. He smiled back at her, "I mean, you aren't paying them good money to make us look bad." His hand moved down to her neck, and he formed a necklace with it, his fingers wrapping around the side. He pulled her face closer and then planted a kiss on her lips. Diane's eyes widened in surprise, and she blinked twice at him while he smiled. "I've been meaning to do that ever since I saw you again. I'm sorry." She shook her head, laughing. "No, it would make this even more entertaining." She took his mouth in hers and shut her eyes, deepening the kiss. Her hand went to his hair and her fingers combed through it. She nibbled at his lower lips, allowing herself to feel every warmth the kiss came with an
"I'm sorry about Crown and Bell's, Ma'am. The information must have leaked after the last meeting with the director. Diane looked down from her new office window on the top floor of the building, watching cars halt in traffic on the road below. "That's not your fault." She replied, turning around and coming back to occupy her seat. "Belmont won't see what's coming to hit them.""What do I need to do next?" Ryan asked. Diane slid out a piece of paper and handed it over to Ryan. "Here. Release this anonymously to the press. That's the first step. And if Belmont thinks I'm going to go easy on him, he's being delusional."She rested into her seat and smiled. "After this is released, we'll go to the next step," Diane replied. "The Luxe Division is so easy to sabotage, and since I used to be the head there, I know this plan is definitely going to work perfectly."But that wasn't all the truth. Luxe Division had also been their thing. The thing they had both shared ideas for and he had cr
Diane's threat to spend the night on Nathan's bed tugged at his annoyance more than it should have. There was no way she had slept with the man he used to refer to as his best friend.He and Nathan did not have a big fight or anything of that sort. They just slowly drifted apart in the last two years.He forced the thought away. What did it matter to him? She was free to sleep with whoever she wanted. Nathan included."Shall we head over to your private residence first or stop at the family quarters?" Bernard asked as he halted at the road that led to the family quarters.Michael's attention snapped to Bernard, and he adjusted in his seat, looking at the road in front of him.Caesar had asked him over for dinner after not having seen him for close to a month, even though they all lived in the same estate. He disliked going to the family quarters, mostly because he couldn't stand his own father. Ethan was bearable, he came in handy when needed. And one more person who annoyed him also
"I've had it with you today, Mr Belmont." She hissed at him. "And I asked you a question." He said back, corking his head to the side. Diane ignored the way he effortlessly gave flawless even though she knew he was an arrogant man who thought the world revolved around him. She turned around, her eyes fell on her chest, and indeed her nipples were poking through her now pink colored top. With a gasp, she immediately placed a hand over them, wondering how her nipple covers had fallen into her dress and only then did she feel the patches fighting her waistline to drop off. She figured Michael was actually stating facts, and her chest was now see-through. She had trusted those damn nipple covers. And they let her down, just like the man standing behind her. "Now you see I was not poking fun at you," Michael said, and Diane looked at him through the mirror, glaring at him while he seemed rather relaxed, following her every move like a hawk. She slid an arm over her chest, hiding
"What's the problem, Diane dear?" Mr Martins asked. "Is everything okay over there?" She glared at Michael, who hid a smirk and sipped from his glass cup. "Yes, Diane. What is the problem?" He asked, feigning confusion. "Have I offended you in any way? I assumed we were only getting to know ourselves."Diane wanted to punch the stars out his eyes. She wanted to punch that silly smirk off his mouth, which he was hiding. His sharp handsomely distracting features made her annoyed all the more, and left for her, she would have been out of this dinner the moment he walked in. "I - I was just telling him to stop talking so much. Haha." She said with forced laughter, trying to play it off. "It's no big deal.""Oh dear, you had us scared for a while there," One of the women laughed, and others agreed. Mr Martins laughed now, "Oh, I had no idea Mr Belmont was such a talker.""Me neither," Diane answered, bringing her glass cup to her mouth and taking a sip out of it. The embarrassment sta
There was a brief moment of silence and then Tiffany chuckled from behind while Michael sighed. "Is this your way of trying to get me back?" Michael asked indifferently, his expression remaining unfazed. "I'm telling the truth." "Like when you cheated?" Michael asked. I wasn't cheating on you
Diane spunned around, cleaning off her tears with her cloth fabric, to see Nathan surprisingly. Nathan was Michael's best friend whom she had only seen on countable occasions which were the few times in college, on their wedding day and the first time she had started working in Michael's company.
Just as Diane managed to pull herself together and walk into the shoot room, Tiffany was in Michael’s arms now. An angry Lauren stomped off, heels clicking noisily and with her nose in the air, she banged the door loudly behind her while her assistant rushed after her, apologizing to everyone. As h
"I had totally forgotten about my coffee. Again," Diane sighed to her assistant as she grabbed the white coffee cup off the table reluctantly, making her way out of her office and to the shoot room. Her assistant fell a step behind her hurriedly following her out, a tab in her hand, scrolling away







