Una shoved her keys inside her pocket as she let herself into her house. Quiet and peaceful, just what she needed after an exhausting day.
She had a long conversation with her concerned professor about her plans―or the lack thereof―of getting a major next semester, and by the time she drove home, she only had a few minutes left to turn the lights on before darkness filled the house. And she wouldn’t want that. Not if she could help it.
Slamming her car door and locking it after, she hurried to her house and switched the porch lig
In the morning, Will opened his eyes to his dimly-lit room; the thick drapes blocked the sunlight from streaming in. He wrapped himself in the duvet but the loud growling noise in his stomach stopped him from going back to sleep. His face scowled. He was famished.Sighing, he got off the bed and left his room. For a moment, he stared at Una’s closed door. He couldn’t hear anything but silence. Quietly, he went down and made his way to the kitchen. His mind went to Una and thought she could be starving too. He pressed his fingers to his temples, trying to knead the faint pain away while squeezing his tired, dried eyes that spoke of lack of sleep.
Finding Una next to him wasn’t much of a surprise to Will when he woke up three hours after he joined her on the carpet. However, with her arms wrapped around him, one of her legs thrown over—entrapping his—and with her face so close to his, it was an unmistakably different matter altogether. But it was where his hand was resting that topped it off―on one of Una’s breasts. And despite the bra she was wearing underneath the tank-top and knitted sweater, Will still felt his length bulging against the fabric of his pants.Instantly, he lifted his hand and shifted a bit on his side, pulling back. W
When Liezel saw Sinclair’s car in the basement car park, she couldn’t suppress the small smile on her face. It had been a busy day, but she had turned in the reports and Sinclair’s next day agenda as fast as she could before she left her desk, making sure she’d be gone seconds before he got out of his office.When Sinclair showed up at the office after lunch, he was on a call with someone for almost four hours straight and had only asked Liezel to come in once for a coffee refill. He only left his office twice when he needed to go to the men’s room. Liezel, on the other hand, couldn&rsquo
“Una!” Liezel called, carrying a brown paper bag. She turned the knob and called Una again when the door was locked. “Seriously? Una.” She pushed the door bell and waited, shaking her head.In less than a minute, the door opened.“You’re five minutes late.” Una opened the door wider for her to step inside.Liezel rolled her eyes as they made their way through the house after shutting the door behind he
Liezel arrived at Sinclair’s place and walked through the enormous penthouse towards her boss’ bedroom that morning. She didn't want him to be too taken aback by the fact that she was too eager and excited to see him, so she had arrived a couple of hours before noon. She just hoped he was still home and had not gone to work yet. However, she had called the office and had asked Will if Sinclair hadn’t arrived yet.When she arrived at the penthouse, she found the slightly opened bedroom door. Reaching for the handle, she sneaked in to find that the thick curtains were still drawn,
Will put on the black suit as he inspected himself in the mirror, pleased to have pulled off John Wick’s trademark look. He let out another heavy sigh. Normally, he slacked off and would have just worn a shirt with the character he had chosen printed on the front and get it over with; just like last year when he had worn a printed Lego Batman shirt and the year before when he came wearing a Luke Skywalker shirt. But this year, he thought he’d be more participative. After all, he would be with someone, his landlady no less. And the fact that he wasn’t just going to a Halloween party, but to his team’s victory party as well, he had made up his mind to put in some effort. And for some reason, he didn&rsq
It was less than an hour into the party and Una was already bored and growing quite self-conscious with each passing minute. Nevertheless, her demeanor didn’t let on her discomfort and boredom as she continued to stand next to Liezel―who was making sure people noticed the floral bracelet around her wrist with a blank expression on her face. Una had tried to stay as far away as possible from the three men who didn’t bother to dress in costum
Sinclair took a cup of coffee on the countertop and walked over to the large glass windows that were extended to the ceiling. Sipping his coffee, he stared out across the city’s view in front of him, feeling grim despite the magnificent view laid out in front of him. His morning had always been like this. He would make his breakfast and would eat half of it then he would walk over the glass wall and stare at the view while sipping his cup of coffee; a mellow Sinatra music in the background.