(Ethan)I drew a deep breath as I stared at the amber liquid in my glass. I had always loved club noises, but not tonight, it's hard to focus with my mind disheveled.It's been months and I still couldn't find her.Even Arthur has not been able to come up with anything either, and if he really couldn't, then it's almost impossible.His last words to me over the phone still lingers. 'whoever this is, surely doesn't want to be found, and she's a smart one'I pause, reminiscing on these words.Doesn't want to be found?What does that even mean?Every damn girl out there wants to be seen with me, to share my bed, but not her.She made that clear with the stunt she pulled.And that should have dulled my interest in her, but strangely the urge to know this woman grows with each passing day.I want her, I want more….and that's the crazy part, it's almost like there's some force pulling me to dig deeper.But then, all the hope I had on finding her died the moment Arthur said that.I feel so p
(Rihanna)“You know what's even more annoying?” I tell Mia, my only friend over the phone. “The asshole apologized to his client over my tardiness, me, tardy? He made a fool out of me,” I whine, my anger simmering beneath the surface.Mia let out a slow exhale. “I told you, Rih. Leaving home wasn't the best idea, you don't have to put up with that arrogant jerk of a boss, if only —,”I cut her off sharply, a sound of raw frustration leaving my throat. “Stay home and let my mother run my life?” I snap at her, my voice rising in a pitch.“That's not what I meant, it's just —- it can be really tough out there,” she says in a soft tone, concern evident in her voice.I open my mouth but then clamp it shut. She's partly right, it hasn't been all sunshine and roses, but it doesn't have to, nothing's ever easy.I puffed out a breath. “I’m sorry for snapping at you, I know you're as worried as Dean over this but trust me, if I want to stand on my own, then this is the only way out,”There's a
(Rihanna)"Who the hell hired you?" He barks, his eyes fixed on me, causing me to flinch a little.His face is tight, his super intimidating eyes fixed painfully on me, his jaw set in a way that tells me that I'm in for a big trouble if I don't speak now.That's it. Breath, Rihanna and answer the damn question.I force my mouth open. "The—- the HR did, and I've been fully assessed too," I reply, struggling to keep my voice as steady as I can.As if on cue, the door slides open and Mr. Matthew, The HR scurries in, his eyes sweeping on us both, and I see the little panic in them.Like who the hell scares his staffs to this extent?Mr. Grumpy shifts his piercing gaze from me to Mr. Mathew, his eyes fierce with anger. "You hired this —--," he trails off, his eyes scanning me from head to toe, his face devoid of any emotion. "Her?"His eyes darts to Mr. Mathew, who shakes his head and replies. "No, sir. You did." He slowly looks up at him. "She's the best out of the many applicants screene
(Ethan)I watch the blonde I had picked up from the club do her thing, Israel said she's good, and just the right person that'd help me to forget.She places one knee on the side of my thigh, then the other knee on the other side, and sat on my lap, straddling me.She pushes her pelvis forward, rubbing herself against me.Yes, she's good, perfect even but even as she sits on my lap, all I could think of was her, my menace, the one who had stripped me off sleep. I shake my head slightly, willing myself to focus on this blonde in front of me, but after a heartbeat, she occupies my mind again, Tricia.Her soft body against mine, her soft moan as I stretch her out, her cute dimples, those gorgeous eyes that kept pulling me in, the images of our hours of non-stop sex returns like a steamy flood.Shit, I'm fucked up. I really am.Not only has she invaded my thoughts, but my sleep and my freaking mind as well. When I close my eyes she's there, smiling and giggling.God, have I been cursed o
(Rihanna)"Do you really have to go?" My cousin, Dean lifts his eyebrows in question, his eyes darting on me.I exhaled slowly. "I have to, I need my mom to understand that I can run my own life, and with this new job, I can save up more for my dream career—,"Dean cuts me off sharply, rolling his eyes. "You have a job already? When were you going to tell me?"I give him a look, then a tiny smile appears. "I got the email last night, and the pay is really good," I breathed out, hoping to get through to Dean, I know he's worried sick about me.There's a brief pause and then he shifts his gaze back to me. "But you know I can give you the funds to kickoff this modelling—,"My hand goes to his shoulders, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I know," I offer an appreciative smile. "But I want to do this on my own, my mother already took everything, she has frozen up my account, she's hellbent on frustrating me back to the family business, but that's not what I want, not now, being a known model ha
(Ethan)I drew a deep breath as I stare at the amber liquid in my glass, I asked Dean to join me and luckily he did."Is everything okay?" Dean asks after we sat for a few minutes in silence. "You've been staring at your drink since I got here," he observes.My head is filled with so many thoughts, and it took more than a few seconds before I push them aside and willed myself to lift my gaze to Dean. "Nothing's okay," I breathed out, slipping my hand into my pocket and pulling out the dollar wraps and the note alongside with it, placing it on the table.Dean watches on, and then he furrows his eyebrows. "What's this for?""A girl left them with me," I say, not sure exactly how to put it. "She paid me off for a good time," I told him and watch his eyes widen.He rolls his eyes to oblivion. "You're joking right?" He archs his brows.I give him a look that suggests I was far from kidding.He raise his whiskey glass to his mouth and downed it to the last drop, before reaching to take the