hi!!! i am very sorry, but i haven't finished writing the whole special chapter 5 yet. it saddens me to tell you all that part 2 (5.2) will be published tomorrow. because right now, just like eve, i need to get some sleep. i've been busy lately, and i hope you understand very well. tomorrow, if i'll be able to finish special chapter 6, then i will publish it too along with special chapter 5.2. that's all! thank you for reading! ily ♡♡♡
"What?! What do you mean she's back on business?"Bryce is shocked to the core and it's makint me want to burst into laughter. And it's all because I know that Aurella Aglauros is not just a widely known supermodel.She's someone from Bryce's past. Someone that's trying to put him down for years now. But actually, they're like cats and dogs in the business world. It's not just Aurella that's trying to destroy my friend here. My friend here is also determined with every fiber of his being to fire back as strong as she's trying to kick him out.But that was years ago though. After bickering for a long time, Aurella decided to stop handling their family's business and just focus on her modeling career. Maybe it's because of the pressure that her family is putting her into. Or maybe she has other reasons kept.Just like my dirty little secret."Conrad? Are you still there? Hey? Talk to me, asshole.""Bryce, language! You're with my son." It's absolutely my turn now to snap on him."Relax.
"Where's the banana cake?"I look around the kitchen to search for the banana cake that my aunt Astacia bought for me.Today, Conrad and I decided to gather everyone up and tell them the good news. Well, some friends already knew 'cause Conrad couldn't contain his happiness. But our family still have no idea at all. All they know is that we're all gathered here for a dinner together. And they're not going to suspect anything at all due to the reason that Conrad and I do really host a family dinner every month.I figure out that it's a good way for Calvert to know the whole family. It's like a get together but all for Calvert. It takes so much effort for some members in the family to make it here in our house every month. And I appreciate it very much that they all agreed to this family tradition in the making. They reschedule more important matters and sometimes, I think that it's too much. But sometimes, I think that it's worthwhile especially that it's all for Calvert."I placed it
"A runaway groom? What the hell? Why would he do that if he's just using Aurella for self interest?"My face is probably showing Conrad a huge question mark right now. A huge question mark with my curiosity coming with it. The origin of my curiosity is cannot be identified, but I have a feeling that I somehow believe that this Lucas Zayd Foster can't betray his own system that day.I have a feeling that this Lucas, became a runaway groom and it's all for a woman that he can't stop thinking about.Cupid probably made him realize exactly the moment that he's standing at the altar waiting for Aurella.Poor Aurella."I don't know. None of my friends know. It's still a mystery up until now."Well, that mystery is fucked up. Really fucked up. There's no way that Lucas wasn't rooted on his place when he saw Aurella walking down the aisle. There's no way that he never thought of the consequences that comes after his actions. There's no way that he just decided to put Aurella in so much fame.
"Feliza, I told you that I'm going to be busy tonight and I don't have the time to celebrate." I said as I sat down on my swivel chair just right beside my table."Why are you saying that like it's not a big deal?" Feliza asked.And I replied, "Uh, because it's really not a big deal?""Not a big deal? Can you hear yourself, Genevieve? Come on! Even for just one night? Can't you take work off of your mind even for just one night?"I tried to ignore what Feliza said as I focused on the screen of the monitor. I'm trying to be practical and rational here. I'm trying to save time. And anyway, what's the use of celebrating? I'm not a little kid anymore. I'm a grown up, and a grown up is meant to work, work, and work."Genevieve, please."I once again ignored her even if I know that she doesn't take 'no' as an answer. I acted like I'm busy with what I'm currently working on; looking what's inside of every white folders on my table, and typing every word on the keyboard with my eyes carefully
"Are you fucking crazy?!" Feliza took deep breaths; preparing herself to answer my question that I just screamed at her. I needed to scream at her due to the reason that it's super loud and insane here. And also, taking me here to celebrate my birthday is super absurd. What was she thinking? "Listen, it's not that bad, Genevieve. Just take your time and enjoy." I looked at her in disbelief. Enjoy? What the fuck does she mean by enjoy? "What kind of gibberish are you talking about, Feliza? What enjoy? Is watching these men onstage erotically dancing while stripping their clothes off is what enjoyment for you?" She just looked away, and disappointment ate my whole being. What I'm seeing right now with both of my eyes is indeed an ultimate surprise. She's out of her mind. And oh, did I mention that she's married? "Feliza, we should go home instead." I suggested. Feliza looked at me again. But this time, with both of her eyes wide opened. "What? Why? Genevieve, it's
Nothing has changed, they're still cheering for the infamous stripper. And I got a feeling that it's about to get real exciting when the lights went low, and the music switched to something slow and sexier. My lips parted when the stripper started dancing. Hypnotically and erotically. The noise became louder than ever, and it was enough for me to keep my eyes on him. Even if I know that I'm starting to feel dizzy, I just keep on drinking tequila. And Feliza never failed to keep on giving me more. I stood up when the stripper started unbuttoning his suit and the long-sleeved white polo that he's wearing. And he did that without breaking the flow of his fluid and smooth dancing. His face was relaxed, but expressive whenever he moves his hips. He kneeled down on both of his knees while still moving his body as if he's grinding and thrusting into someone. And right there, I can feel the adrenaline rush. He's extremely good with his job, and everyone is satisfied with every move that
Grunting, I opened my eyes only to see that I'm not in my bedroom.I immediately sat up and looked around, with my eyes widened while looking at every corner of the room that I'm not familiar with.I groaned when I felt my head severely aching. It made me lay on the bed again as both of my hands gently massaging my forehead and my temple.I was preoccupied with my aching head that I failed to recognize that I wasn't wearing anything at all."What the fuck..."I gasped and my hand covered my mouth when I saw my dress on one of the corners of the room. I stared at it for a while, until little by little, I remembered how it get there. "No way," I laughed when I finally remembered where I am right now. While still massaging my temple, I grinned when I also remember who I was with last night.I bit my lower lip, "Kairo." I giggled and scolded myself. "You're such a slut, Genevieve." I shook my head as if disappointed, but it doesn't feel like it. It feels like I want to do it all over aga
"Thank you, sir." "Thank you, Mr. Easton. I am really starving right now. You're such a life saviour." "You're so generous, sir. You didn't really have to." "I'm forever grateful for this, sir." The surface of my forehead wrinkled.What is this drama now? Why are they thanking Mr. Easton this time? Did they finally get the raise that they're all have been waiting for? Did they finally succeed in filling Mr. Easton's head with compliments that he found them deserving? I shook my head and murmured, "Whatever." "Ooh, Genevieve! Here's yours." From the contents of the brown folder that I was holding, my eyes looked up to see who called me with a high pitched voice. I was able to keep a straight face when I saw Yvette; one of my co-workers. She's standing at the entrance of my cubicle, and she’s holding a paper bag. I maintained a straight face while looking at Yvette. I was struggling because I can't stand her. Everybody can't stand Yvette.Everybody hates Yvette.And everybody kn