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“Can you befriend Bryce for me?” I plaster my best smile in front of him. But even though it's my best smile, I know it looks the opposite of it.“Befriend Bryce? Bryce who? Bryce Tryst?” He is somehow... confused.“Yeah,” I inwardly tell myself to erase the pretentious smile on my lips. It almost felt like I was tearing my own self apart. “Bryce Tryst.” I know that I have to look down for a moment because I feel like I'm being filled with so much shame right now. But to be honest, the amount of confidence that I hold right now is unbelievable though.I don't want to pay someone else to do this for me. I just need someone obsessed with me who's willing to do everything for me. And there's no one else who's super obsessed with me but Vincent. Only Vincent Percival.“That doesn't sound like a simple favor for me. It sounds like it has something else. Like, a hidden agenda maybe? Or maybe I'm wrong.”“Sketchy, I know. But I don't know what to do anymore, I'm losing my mind.”Am I serious
Vincent and I found our way back to the dressing room. And the first thing that came out of his mouth are the questions that he's holding back since earlier.“What do you want me to do?”Even though I thought that it would be easy to make him do my bidding, I still don't think that it is this easy. I barely did my best on making him think that it's just an innocent favor. He knows damn well that I'm up to something. But despite him knowing what I'm trying to do, he still let his obsession over me takes control of him.“What do you mean?” I ask back, playing innocent.“Oh, come on, Aurella. Don't act like I don't know you. I've also heard gossips from people before. Street says you like buying people to do things for you in a very reasonable price. A price that, well, reasonable enough to keep their mouths shut.”I roll my eyes at him. I can't deny anything that he said. It's not because I don't want to, but because every word he spit out was true. It's an old habit, but if I didn't do
After I arrive at my jewelry store, my secretary immediately informs me that I have an incoming meeting with my board of directors. The said meeting will happen after lunch, so I will leave my store again to eat lunch and then head to the building of my company.“Thanks, Rina.” I thank Rina before leaving my office. I only had a couple of seconds here and then I set off again to get myself lunch.Driving through the city, I pass by any other restaurants that offer well-known and healthy dishes in Chicago. It's been a long time since I let myself eat foods that are not advisable for models.With that, I stop in my favorite fast-food chain that I plan to eat at my office in the building. The meeting wouldn't start without me. Of course, they will have to wait. I am the CEO after all.“Enjoy your food, ma'am!” I sweetly smiled at the lady that handed me my food. I quickly storm out of the place the moment that I got done dealing with the lady at the counter. I can say that I'm lucky enou
“What the fuck are you saying, Kevin?” I know damn well that I heard every word that slipped out of his lips. But I want him to repeat everything all over again for my system to start accepting and analyzing it. “Bryce Tryst had once again successfully ambushed you, Aurella.” There. There it is. He said it straight to the point, and it feels like a strong slap on both of my cheeks. Strong enough to leave a red mark in the shape of a hand. “Ambushed me? Kevin, you must be kidding me. There's no way that Bryce did it again, and once again so effortlessly.” My eyebrows arch as my eyes dart into his. If Bryce is releasing a collection of engagement rings, then someone in this building or someone who works for me has betrayed me. “Aurella, I understand. And we both know that this is not the first time that something like this had happened.” I roll my eyes at him, “Well, clearly, someone betrayed me again. Stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife with no hesitations at all.” I do
Vincent quickly separates himself from me when the elevator opens and reveals a man in front of us. He clears his throat as the man proceeds to walk inside the elevator. And when his back is on us, Vincent looks at me naughtily with a small smirk formed by his lips. Judging by his looks, he doesn't seem like he just finger-fucked me and did it smoothly and confidently. I can't think of the exact reason why, but there is something about men that feels like a natural skill when it comes to wanting to touch women. It's like, it's a part of their nature to be an expert towards it. They know what to do and they know how to do it. I mean, some men out there can't even find the right habit that they're good at, but extremely skillful when it comes to romancing a woman. I guess they're all just self-taught. It might be the reason why such porn videos exist on the internet. As the elevator moves up, the silence continues to reign on us. It must be a torture for him not having the capabilit
“Oh, Aurella!”Vincent is getting near and nearer to his climax. I would like to see his face because it gives me satisfaction seeing his expression while I'm pleasuring him. But because he's laid down on my bed, I can't see him even if I look up. He's also looking at my ceiling as he groans and keeps thrusting his shaft inside my mouth.“Fuck! There it is.”Before I could even raise my head to avoid getting my mouth filled with his semen, it already exploded in my mouth and his salty flavor poured all over my taste buds.“Shit, this is why I can't get enough of you.” Vincent lets go a heavy sigh and rests both of his arms on each side.Finally, he freed me from his tight grip.But of course, I am not done yet. There's no way that I'm just going to let him have pleasure on his own. I want to have mine too. Or else, it would be pretty much unfair of him.“Aurella, I want to fuck you.”“Hmm,”I carefully spewed his milky liquid on his shaft and have had no other choice but to swallow th
Vincent and I didn't hump for a very long time. The moment that he had once again reached his climax, and as I reach mine, we decided to lay on the bed beside each other. I suppose we are both now satisfied with what we have done. But I can still feel him catching his breath while our eyes focus at the bedroom ceiling. “I heard Bryce will launch a collection of your own designs.” Out of the blue, Vincent says without looking at me. It was the opposite on my side because that made me look at him. “Where did you hear about that?” Vincent nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “From his friends.” His friends? So they all know that Bryce had been trying to sabotage my business for a long time now? Friends... so does that mean Conrad knows? Or maybe I'm wrong. “That's kind of odd,” I return my sight at the bedroom ceiling. “Why would he tell his friends? How desperate is he to tell his friends? Please don't tell me that he has been asking them for help.” I almost sound like bragging. B
“See you tomorrow, Aurella.”Vincent waves his goodbye at me before leaving my penthouse. He told me he has other plans for tonight with his friends. And when he said friends, I immediately urged him to go. He knows that I badly want him to gather details for me. Especially when he showed me their chat group. Bryce left a message saying, ‘see you all later, morons.’.With that, Vincent is off to be my spy. He will report to me tomorrow, and I will be waiting.Just patiently waiting.As for me tonight, I also have some other plans. My plans for tonight can't be postponed nor cancelled. The fact that Bryce already did me dirty serves as my fuel to drive me scheming my clapback. I have to make sure that my efforts making my own original designs won't go to waste. I know my designs; I know that flaws that they cointain, and it would be beyond easy for me to make new sketches.Bryce probably had his laugh right now, but he must be ready for my turn.I bet he won't be able to laugh again af