Chapter 6.1

"Your mind is probably just messing with you, Genevieve. Your boss is not Kairo. The one and only Conrad Easton, the CEO himself, is not Kairo." Feliza said with her voice sounding firm. Sounding like nothing's going to change her mind, and nothing's going to convince her.

"Girl, Conrad Easton is not a stripper. He's like super duper far from being a stripper. I mean," She took a chip from the bowl and nonchalantly ate it. Making crunchy sounds and somehow leaving crumbs. "He's hot, and he's handsome and all, but I'm not buying it. I think that he'll rather go crazy being a businessman than be a stripper." Feliza took a sip from her glass that contains fresh orange juice.

I'm here with Feliza in her house, and just like what we like to do, we're eating snacks while talking about random stuffs.

But this time, it's no random stuff. It's about my boss that made me think that he's the man that showered me so much love the night that I got drunk; the night of my 27th birthday. I told her a