"I want to enter you now." He played with my nipple, but my attention quickly diverted to what I feel down there when the tip of his shaft knocks on the entrance of my jewel. It's tormenting me. I also want him to enter me now. "Go on, Kairo. Enter me." My voice sounds wobbly and frail, yet I'm still wanting more of him. I want to overdose him. I want him to do me until we're both running out of breath."Here I go then."I gasped and my mouth is once again left open when he shoves his shaft in. "Oh, God. You are really big. I thought I won't feel any hint of pain anymore." I confessed to him. The eagerness that I felt earlier for him to finally enter me, vanished like thin air. I felt brave for a moment earlier, but I never thought that it would go away so quickly after he enters. I'm no freaking virgin. And he wasn't the one who took my virginity. But damn! Just damn! He's too big for me. I remember almost crying the first time he shoved his thing in."I thought so too, Eve. I'm sor
"Uh-oh, someone is late for work."Walking pass by Yvette made me roll my eyes. She sure do pisses me, but instead of thinking about it more, I just continued walking. Thinking of Yvette will just ruin the whole day for me. I'll probably spend my time working while pissed off because of her.I ignore the stares from the innumerable pairs of eyes of the other employees and continued rushing to my cubicle. Even though I hate Yvette, she's right though. Because, I am indeed late for work. Again.But I don't care. I don't want to face Mr. Easton early in the morning either. It will be weird and very awkward. And he might do it all again due to the reason that it's just the both of us in the building. I don't want for that to happen. He might take advantage of it. He might take advantage of me.I consider the possibility that maybe I'm just overthinking. But I also consider overthinking as preventing for something to happen. Good or bad."Sir Conrad is looking for you." I just nodded and s
I can't help but to get carried away by the lead female character. She's a supermodel, and daughter of a business icon. She grew up having everything that she ever wanted. She grew up being showered with attention, care, and love. Everybody wants her, and everybody wonder what it's like to be her.Yet the only man that her heart is yearning for, rejected her for he is in love with someone else.Ouch.I carry on reading while still listening to music. I finished a chapter after another chapter and another chapter. And when I looked around me, I realized that I forgot for a while that I'm supposed to work.I laughed at myself."Stop it!"I frowned when I heard someone shout even though I'm listening to music through my earphones."You stop it! You don't have anything to do about this, Blaise! Mind your fucking business!"I completely removed my earphones before standing up and leaving the book on my table.It was Yvette. She's facing Blaise that's giving her menacing stares. Behind Bla
Holding my breath not to sob, I pressed my lips together to somehow prevent the tears from streaming down to both of my cheeks.I'm already on the epilogue of the book that I just started reading earlier. And it's hard to stop my emotions from bursting out of me. It's hard not to feel the lump in my throat.The female lead character ended up obtaining what she's been yearning for. Not from the man that she sorely tried to make him see her worth, but from the man that she learned to love with all of his dainty imperfections.Somehow, she found love from someone that she once treated as a rival. Someone that she once tried to sabotage his success. Someone that loved after the very first time that their eyes met.Cliché it is, but I'm glad that I came across this book when I decided to enter a bookstore. I'm certain that it will always hold a part of my heart."Eve? Are you crying?"Startled, my heart skipped a beat as my eyes settled on the man that just entered his own office.I quickl
"Please, don't joke around." The tone of my voice is serious and flat, yet he still got the guts to find it entertaining that I'm somehow not agreeing with him to call him by his name from now on.He sighed, calming his own self as if he also got tired concerning the possibility that he find my state funny. "I'm not, okay? I mean, all I'm saying is feel free to call me by my name. I won't mind at all. Like how you are letting me call you 'Eve'." But you're my boss, and I'm just your secretary. My mind wanted me to point that out for him. But it also decided not to since witnessing this version of the one and only Conrad Easton right now is such a pleasure. It even might be a dream come true for others, yet for me, I obtained it without trying so hard at all.It's an opportunity that not everyone holds the chance to achieve.With that, I consider myself lucky."Can we just eat?"Shocked with what I said, I have no idea where that came from but at least I was still capable of keeping a
I groaned when I heard my alarm clock's loud noise that sounded like a lady's shriek to me. I forgot to set off the alarm last night. I don't have work today and I don't have to wake up early. But because I already woke up, I just sat up with my fuzzy hair and reached out to the bedside table to shut my alarm clock. I sighed and looked around my bedroom. It's not that messy, but I got the feeling that I need to clean. Maybe because I don't have anything else to do today.No, I actually have something else to do today.My mind reminded me of what I promised Feliza. And thinking of Feliza made me look for my phone. I stood up and I found it on the couch in the living room. My forehead wrinkled, how come I left it here?Nevermind.As if Feliza is also thinking of me, my phone lit up before I could even pick it up.It's Feliza calling."I'm on my way, Genevieve! I bought breakfast. I hope you're awake enough to open up the door to me. Bye!"Feliza sounded very excited, and she just calle
After eating breakfast, Feliza and I decided to watch a movie. We settled ourselves in front of the TV and we sat on the floor, instead of sitting on the couch. This is a kind of habit that we both have when we're spending time together. We always have this belief system in our heads that the floor is better than the couch. As someone who grew up in Chicago with my aunt, I can totally agree with that because my aunt and I used to sit on the floor instead on the chairs.Speaking of my aunt, she never replied to my messages. I don't understand why, and I'm thinking that maybe there's something wrong. To be honest, I'm kind of worried. I can't communicate with her through my phone. So, I decided to write a letter for her instead. It was sent all the way to Chicago and I hope that she gets it soon. I'm also hoping that I will finally get a response from her. I also attached two photos of myself that was taken by Feliza on my 27th birthday. I was blowing the candles on top of a cake, the o
"What do you think, Feliza?"I turned to Feliza after I stared at my reflection on the mirror. I'm wearing a bluish pencil dress, and this is the fifth time that Feliza made me try a dress on. She dislikes the dresses that I wore earlier. And she said that those won't fit in any party."Nice, but I don't like it."I sighed as I lazily eyed her. It's almost 8 in the evening, yet Feliza is still making me try these dresses on. If I'm not mistaken, she might even have a plan in the back of her mind to show me every dress that her closet contains."But I do like it. It looks formal and at the same time, it fits for a party." I made sure that I gave enough emphasis on the word 'fits' for her to recognize.Instead of Feliza saying something, which I was hoping for, she stands up and picks another dress instead. When she turns back to me, she smiles and says that it's the last one I'll try. She also swore that I can finally pick the one that I wanted to wear after this final dress.I just ag