“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
The happiness that fills Conrad's eyes are visible enough for me to wish deep inside that someday I'll be that happy and contented. “Which from the three bastards have told you that?” I shrug my shoulders at him. “Doesn't really matter. I just know.” He shakes his head in disapproval, “I knew those shit heads won't be able to get a hold of themselves.” His voice sounds disappointed, but my ears say otherwise. The disappointment serves as a disguise. Trying to hide the fact that he purposely told my cousins about him and his wife having their baby number two. He knew that they will spread the news for him. And on my side of the fence, I knew that he wants the news to be spread. It didn't take long until his lovely wife appeared walking behind him. Approaching us with a look that holds questions in her eyes and she's hindering them from breaking free. Conrad looks behind, noticing the presence of his wife. “Oh, there she is. She's my wife.” Genevieve is looking at me like she had
“Get out. Get out of my office, you're fired.” No hint of anger nor any possible remorse is shown by my face. Not even the sound of my voice can make anyone conclude that I am disappointed. This is how I am. Calm and composed. No such chaos can deflate my professionalism. “Yes, sir. I'm really sorry, Mr. Tryst. Thank you for everything.” She bows her head before walking out of my office. As soon as I heard the glass door shut, I sit on my swivel chair and wonder why this shit keeps on happening to me. The woman that I fired just now was my secretary. My fourth secretary this year, and the ones before her were all just like her. All of them betrayed me; all of them were traitors. Garbages that I picked up from the dirt and turned into gold. Why do I keep on finding the wrong ones? A little bit more, this business will make me lose my sanity. My sanity that I keep on holding together, but I knew that I lost it way back in college. Suddenly, a knock on the door stops me from lookin
We might find the most elegant engagement ring here, but man, this store is extremely full of customers. It's even impossible for me to take more than two steps forward without stopping. “Bryce?” My attention quickly focuses on the owner of the voice that called my name. My forehead wrinkles, “Schyler? What are you doing here?” His forehead also earned creases on its surface. “No, what are you doing here? You're the last person I know that I least expect to be here.” What is he talking about? What does he mean by telling me that I'm the last person he expects to be here? “I'm with Isequel. We're looking for an engagement ring.” Shock invades his system and it's obvious all over his face. I bet he doesn't expect Isequel to find an engagement ring for his girlfriend. We all know Isequel. He once told us that he'll only propose to Dahna after 5 years together. But it had only been 2 years since she became his girlfriend. Too early? I agree. “He's going to buy Dahna an engagement ring