"Are you the representative of Vintner? I thought it was the CEO?" I couldn't help but be surprised. Even here, we're going to see each other? Fate works in mysterious ways."I am the CEO. Isn't it obvious?" He said arrogantly.I still couldn't speak and just stared at him. He grinned at me, so I quickly looked away. Damn, why do I always avoid eye contact? He might assume something again."Sit down, Mr. Laurent," I said casually. I shouldn't let my personal feelings hinder my work. What? Personal feelings, huh? Gross.He sat down, still with that smile on his face. It's almost like I can sense you following me, Oliver. I hope it's really not."So, why are you here? What's your agenda?" I asked without any hesitation.He leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. "I'm here to discuss a potential investment in Nexus Enterprises."Investment? That caught my attention. "Why would Vintner Corporation be interested in investing in a bankrupt company like ours?"He leaned against my desk,
I sighed slightly, unsure if I should still wait for him. But in the end, I decided not to waste any more time and got into my car. I adjusted my mirrors and started the engine. I glanced at the mirror to see Oliver behind me. I didn't really want to wait for him anymore, but I hesitated. I drove off, and I saw him following me until I reached the outside of my condo building. When I got out, he quickly followed and approached me."Do you live here?" he asked.I grabbed my bag and just glanced at him. I took my time adjusting my belongings."Why? Do one of your girls live here?" I asked casually.He went silent, so I looked at him. He wasn't even looking at me anymore, and I knew from his reaction. He was too obvious."It's better that you're here, right? Or are you just chicken?" I challenged him. "Well, it's okay if you don't follow our deal. That's really fine with me."It's actually better that way so I wouldn't have any more problems with him. I knew he would give up eventually.
"AHH! Oliver babe.. you're thrusting way too dee–ahh!" The woman Oliver is making love with exclaimed.He's pounding so fast into the woman and didn't even bother to listen to her pleading. The woman is pleasurable, her body is beautiful but he is disappointed with her chest, however, he has no choice because his lust has attacked again. Moreover, it was the woman who wanted something to happen between them even though they have just started dating.He wouldn't touch the woman immediately if she didn't want it, but since the woman really wanted it, he used that advantage.He was sweating profusely from thrusting into the woman. His neck tattoo was visibly dripping with sweat down to his firm abs, while his 9-inch length was moving in and out of his partner's femininity.“Fuck babe! I'm cūmming! Make me cum!”The woman under him screamed. They are doing it doggy style. He is grabbing the woman’s hair while he is thrusting her fast and deep until they exploded.But even when he's done, he
"Ms. Muller?" The call rudely interrupted my quiet morning. I yawned, not bothering to check the caller ID, and answered it promptly."Yeah, who is this?" I scratched my head, lazily making my way into the bathroom. Glancing at my reflection, frustration crossed my face as I cursed under my breath upon spotting a couple of pimples. "Damn, periods."Being a woman is really tough. Ever since I was a kid, I've always been in sorrow because of it. I can't stand the perverts who are always lurking. Yes, blame it all on my boobs. I just sigh in annoyance, as if blaming my chest for all the hardships I've experienced.Why do we have boobs? Should I get them removed?The phone vibrates again as I continue pacing around. It jiggles when I run and moves just a bit. If I could donate it, I would have given it away. There are so many flat-chested girls in the world. Mine aren't even that big but it would be more convenient if I were a cup A size or even had no size at all. It's annoying!"This i
I clenched my fist. How do these bastards know me? Damn it... No, I shouldn't let him play my mind. This idiot wants something from me.I still didn't look at him and calmly stood a few meters from him. I feel like everyone is back in their life. The casino was bustling again, but for me, the part where we were standing now was quiet."What do you want from me?"There was a sudden silence before I heard his answer."Be part of my team."I raised an eyebrow. "Team?""Yes, I am a producer. Well, not as famous as you are, but I've handled many films, and most of them turn out to be hits every year.""Oh, you want me to be an assistant or something?"He laughed. "No, You're more special than that. How about a coordinator?"I furrowed my brow."Exactly! That's true. I mean, you're basically a coordinator—a highly devoted one, am I right?"I remained silent for a moment, thinking about what he said. So, he did know me. I'm currently a coordinator and I work with my hired team. We travel aro
All the actors and actresses have arrived for their acting scenes today.I clasped my hands to catch their attention. "Alright, today we're choreographing the big showdown. It's going to be intense, so safety first."I handed the main lead actor a practice sword and shield. "We start with a parry here, then a quick jab. Nice and fluid. Let's run through it slowly." We went through the motions, me guiding his movements."Good, good. Now, remember, it's not just about looking tough. Sell the emotion. This fight is a turning point for your character."We continued to refine the choreography, and I gave tips on proper timing and expression."You're getting the hang of it. Now, let's pick up the pace a bit. And remember, I've got your back. If anything feels off, just let me know."We practiced the sequence at a faster pace, and the loud clashing of our practice weapons echoed in the gym."Perfect! That was solid. Now, let's fine-tune a few more details, and we'll be ready to shoot this."
I casually put my two hands in my pockets as I stepped outside. I had already disembarked from the plane upon reaching the Philippines, but I didn't waste time savoring the breeze, even though it felt unfamiliar. How many years has it been since I last returned? 10 years? 12? I don't know. I don't even remember the details.Even though I live in different countries, my grandpa talks to me in Filipino, French, and English. When my grandfather died five years ago, I swore to myself that I didn't want to go back to the Philippines. But here I am, nakauwi. If I hadn't been called, I probably wouldn't have come home. If I choose not to return, I'll end up looking like the one at fault again.I caught a glimpse of a woman holding a large piece of paper with my surname written on it. I removed my black glasses and approached the woman who had been looking around for a while. She's short, maybe 5'2?My gaze fell on her clothes. She's kind of plain. Is she my maid or something?"Who sent you?"
When we entered, there were people there along with Papa's two other daughters. They didn't bother to greet me, which I found relieving. I didn't want to engage in fake pleasantries either. I didn't want to bother.Papa was on his bed, looking thin and pale. I noticed a few strands of white hair, a symbol of aging. When he noticed me, he faintly smiled and signaled for me to come closer. I closed the gap and kissed him on his cheek."My daughter is growing beautiful. How's your life? You're having an adventure," he said.I didn't smile, but I answered him. "Sort of, but I like adventures rather than letting myself be put in a prison."He nodded as if agreeing and gestured for me to sit beside him. The butler provided me with a chair, which I quickly took. We're not close, so I felt awkward when he acted as if I was his precious daughter.He sat up properly on his bed, helped by one of his daughters. I didn't move and just observed them like a scene in a movie.He coughed and held his