Hook an Engineer

"Don’t do this to me, Gypsy. What have I done wrong?" Mike’s voice trembled with desperation, his words cutting through the air like a dagger. His pain was palpable, a raw, unspoken plea that shook her to her core. But as she looked at him—hurt, vulnerable, and broken—her heart twisted with a mix of frustration and pity.Deep down, she knew what they had shared; there was a history between them, moments of laughter and connection that no one could ever take away. She could feel that he truly loved her, and yet, she didn’t feel the same way. What was once affection had turned into an empty space, a quiet void that swallowed every emotion she tried to muster.It was time. Time to let him go."Stop torturing yourself, Mike. You haven’t done anything wrong," she whispered, her voice soft but firm. "This is my decision. Please… just let me go."Her heart ached as she said the words. She wasn’t a monster. She wasn’t heartless. But breaking up with Mike without a clear reason gnawed at her, e

The rumors were spreading like wildfire. People were astounded, shocked by the confirmation from Gypsy’s mother that her daughter was indeed involved with none other than Drake Mortel, a man admired and respected by everyone. Drake Mortel was no ordinary person. He was a successful businessman who hailed from a prominent family—one that commanded attention and respect. His list of accomplishments was endless. He had toppled countless rival companies, acquired massive estates, controlled powerful industries, and made billion-dollar investments. His name was synonymous with success, and his reputation glittered like gold. No wonder he was the talk of the town.Many had tried to gain influence over him, but Drake Mortel was a man who eluded even the most persistent. He was a mystery. No one could say with certainty whether he was a young bachelor or an older widower. To the public, Drake was a riddle wrapped in enigma. People only knew of his wealth, power, and remarkable achievements—nev

"Gypsy, please come with us," Rona begged over the phone, her voice full of excitement. She had become close to Gypsy and her squad, and they were all eager to see her again."You know I'm so tired," Gypsy replied, trying to resist."No more excuses," Rona insisted, her tone firm. "You've been stressed and tired for so long. It's the weekend! It's time to refresh yourself. You've been hiding away for a whole month. You need to enjoy life too, especially when you have the time!"It had been a month since she decided to take a break from her old lifestyle—a month without alcohol, parties, or boys. She was proud of herself for this new record."Rona, I really can’t," Gypsy replied, her feet itching to go but her resolve holding strong. She had promised herself she would change. She didn’t want to disappoint the Mortel’s, especially Drake."I said no more excuses!" Rona’s voice cracked with frustration. She was growing impatient with Gypsy's constant rejections. And with that, Rona hung u

When she arrived home, she went straight to the bathroom. Her stomach had been hurting for a while, but she'd been holding it in.Her stomach was sensitive, so she was very careful with what she ate. But today, she made an exception. Drake had offered her the food, and she didn’t want to disappoint him. She didn’t want to turn him down, but now, she was paying the price. She threw up everything she ate, and the pain didn’t go away. Exhausted, she took some medicine, and the relief was immediate."You have every right to say no to Drake, your health comes first," Melissa lectured her when she called to share the details of what happened during their date."Besh, I just did it because I wanted to impress him," she laughed on the other end of the line."You're being ridiculous. It's not you who should impress him; he should be the one trying to impress you. Don't forget that’s one of your mottos," Melissa continued.She understood. But Drake was different. She wanted him more than he seem

Gypsy’s breath hitched as the weight of his words settled in. Her heart pounded wildly against her chest, torn between fear and an unfamiliar excitement that sent shivers cascading down her spine. She had always been wild at heart, but this—this was uncharted territory. In her twenty-one years, she had never given herself to a man in this way, had never crossed that invisible line of intimacy she once swore to protect. Yet now, with Drake standing before her, masked and unreadable, she found herself unable to turn away.“Fine,” she whispered, though the word felt heavier than she expected. A boldness flickered within her, masking the tremor in her voice. There was no turning back.A ghost of a smile tugged at Drake’s lips, an unreadable expression shadowed by the dim lighting of his vast office. The air between them pulsed with tension, thick and suffocating. He reached for her, his touch featherlight against her arm, yet it ignited a wildfire beneath her skin. There was something abou