เข้าสู่ระบบThe interview dragged on for hours, which honestly irritated me, but I didn’t let it show. My manager had promised me it wouldn't take more than an hour, which is why I was throwing death glares her way as I approached her. She handed me my phone and car keys, which I had asked her to hold on to. She said goodbye to the people there while I was already heading out of the hotel suite where the interview was held. They had taken some photos of me for the magazine earlier, and that was done in this room as well. I was just about to step into the elevator when I saw Sylvia running toward me, making it inside just in time.“You're unbelievable! Why are you in such a rush? You didn't even say goodbye to the staff and the person who interviewed you,” she said to me in annoyance. I didn’t answer her and just looked at my phone. My brows furrowed when I saw that I had several missed calls from Kamira. She had also left me a message, saying she had gone to her house to talk to her former manage
My hands were still shaking as I called my former manager. Earlier, a delivery rider arrived outside the studio, saying I had a package. I just took it so he wouldn’t have a hard time. That was the worst decision I ever made. It was addressed to the studio, and my complete name was on it. I wondered who sent it because that person knew I was here. Actually, I shouldn't even be surprised that they knew, because I know exactly who sent this. I want to burn the box and its contents, but it could also be used as evidence against that person. It took a lot of rings before my ex-manager picked up, but I am glad he answered my call.“Rafa! Oh my god! Thank goodness you answered!” I said to him in a panic.“Mira? Why? Did something happen?” he asked me. I stared at the box in the corner, feeling as if something could jump out of it at any moment.“Yes! I received a package! It contains a photo album with my face edited next to that horrible man! It's just like the things I used to receive whe
“Devin… Devin…” I called out to him, gently shaking his shoulder. He was still sound asleep; I had woken up much earlier than him today. I’d already finished cooking our breakfast, yet he remained dead to the world. After our lovemaking last night, I had fallen asleep immediately, but he had mentioned to me that he suffers from insomnia, often staying up late into the night to work. Still, I had to wake him up because he had a magazine interview to attend. “Devin… Baby…” I whispered near his ear. I licked it and gave it a playful, tiny bite.He only let out a low groan and didn't wake up. “Devin, wake up. You have things to do.”When he still didn’t budge, I ran my hand over his bare chest. He was completely naked under the covers. My hand traveled downward until I felt his morning wood, which was rock hard. I bit my lip and gripped his stiff cock. I squeezed it, moving my hand in a slow, rhythmic stroking motion. He groaned again, mumbling something incoherent.“You’re so hard, baby…
I was sipping my tea, which I made specifically for myself since our guest today doesn't like it, so I just served her juice instead. She and Devin were busy talking about his art as well as the upcoming press, interviews, and pictorials for his next gallery shows. Devin had turned most of them down, which clearly infuriated his manager; she looked like she was about to explode because the man had rejected almost all of the projects. I was secretly laughing inside, thoroughly enjoying the expression on her face.“Are you kidding me, Devin? You should have just told me if you didn't want to promote your latest show. You're just going to make things difficult for me again,” she said, visibly irritated.“You’re the only one forcing this. I already told you which media outlets I prefer, but you keep pushing for more. And as for this woman, I don’t want her interviewing me ever again because she asks too many personal questions that have absolutely nothing to do with my art,” Devin replied
I let out a giggling sound while Devin took turns licking and sucking on my nipples. I was sitting on the bathroom counter, and he was positioned between my open legs. We had just finished bathing, but he wasn't satisfied with what we did in the shower; here he was, bringing me over here just to ravish me again. We had already returned to his studio. He took my portfolio, and I even packed a carrier bag with the outfits he wanted me to bring. We didn’t linger at my house any longer, fearing that the other items I bought at the supermarket might spoil.Our session ended early, so we came back here to his apartment. I thought we were going to take a bath, but he immediately brought me to his bed. He f*cked me doggy style while I held tightly onto the bed's headboard. I climaxed multiple times before he released his abundant juices inside me. Afterwards, we went into the bathroom to shower, and he took me there too while lifting me up and thrusting rapidly into my passage.My knees were
“I want to show you something. You mentioned to me before that you saw me on a website with my old magazine,” I told him with a smile. I stood up and pulled him along. He followed me as we headed upstairs. I let him into my room, which has a vintage feel, especially since my bed is a four-poster with a canopy. I had him sit on the edge of the bed while I fetched something from my walk-in closet. When I came out, I was holding my portfolio, which contained all my pictures from my modeling days. I handed it to him, and he took a look.I just stayed quietly by his side, wanting to see his reaction after seeing all of this. He opened the portfolio, and I noticed he froze the moment he saw the very first picture. It was a collection of original photos taken in front of the camera from my previous work. This was very important to me because it also served as my resume. He was flipping the pages delicately, as if he didn't want to damage them, treating them like treasure.“Wow…” he murmured,
After we finished breakfast, I washed up at the sink and then pushed the wheelchair outside to the garden. Good thing there were no stairs there, so I didn’t have to carry her anymore. I positioned her under the shade while I started tending to my plants. Ameryl was silent, busy with her phone. I d
I accompanied Sylvius to their house so he could get some of his things. As I expected, they lived far away, and we stopped by the hospital first to visit my daughter. We took turns staying in her room, and I talked to her, telling her how much I missed her and that I hoped we could make up once sh
We've been going to the hospital for a few days to check on Ameryl. Sylvius is the one who enters her room while I just wait outside like before. Now that she's moved to a private room, it's still hard to speak but she's trying her best especially when she gets annoyed talking to Sylvius. I just hi
I ended up living in Sylvius's big mansion. The house is for ourselves as he released all his staff. Instead, he just hires a cleaning group to clean the entire house twice a week. It's as if I've become the mistress of his mansion, well, it's as if I already am, because he's still my daughter's hu







