It is lunchtime; I ordered online because I forgot to bring my lunch earlier. I am in the elevator, waiting for the number to come down. I can't move or even breathe in this four-corner elevator because I am with the woman who suddenly came to my office. Yes, it is Trence's mom. I had no intention of riding the elevator earlier when I saw that she was the only one on board, but she asked me if I would ride the elevator. I did not say anything; I forced a smile to answer her. I feel like we've been in the elevator for too long. I could feel the cold sweat forming on my forehead as well as in the groins of my body. She broke the silence between us. "You were the girl earlier, right?" she asked behind my back. I faced her as a show of respect. I bowed my head and said, "Yes, ma'am." I politely smile when I raise my head. I could sense her curiosity as she continued to study me. "What is your name?" she inquired, breaking the tension between us. I took a deep breath before responding, "
As we approach my favorite restaurant, I am greeted by a familiar smell. My mouth starts to water at the scent of charcoal and meat filling the air. I can immediately see myself enjoying a satisfying supper, which is always great. I feel completely at home because of the warm ambiance and the conversation among the other diners. I get excited because I know I'm going to love every bite of my favorite meal, and the open cooking area's lively atmosphere is enhanced by the sound of sizzling food off the grill. An unforgettable eating experience is created by the cozy ambiance, which is further enhanced by the rustic decor and soft lighting. The anticipation of the delectable excitement that lies ahead makes me smile as I take my normal seat. I'm always satisfied and looking forward to my next visit because of the harmonious blend of flavors and textures. I feel even more at ease and acquainted because of the kind staff who welcomed me with a smile. This restaurant consistently provides m
"I'm so sorry for earlier," Mr. Lee apologized when he entered my office again. He was about to go home when he suddenly entered my office again. The work is about to finish, and I don't need his apology. He sat in the chair before the desk as if the office belonged to him and his rank was the same as mine. He did not act like a CEO again. "I did not know that she would arrive earlier than I expected, and I also scolded Ms. Cobb; she should not have said I was in your office," he explained. I don't need an explanation. Why would I need one? I did not look at him; I continued doing my work but quickly glanced at him. He looks like a boyfriend who made his girlfriend mad, so he seduces her. "Are you done with your work?" he asked. I did not respond. I maintain my posture and expression. He cleared his throat; I only paid attention to him there. "I need you for my next meeting in Saltlik; it's 6:00 in the evening," he said, returning to his CEO attitude. He is not looking at me, but
As we reached the outside of the building, I saw a familiar car park in front. The valet gave the key to Mr. Lee. He opened his car and sat in the driver's seat. I entered the car and sat in the back seat. A few minutes ago, we were still staying. I looked at the front in wonder. I saw an eyebrow arched in the mirror, and that's when I realized I should be in the passenger seat. I made Mr. Lee look like my driver. I quickly got out of the car and moved to the passenger seat. I put on the seatbelt. I couldn't look at the car next to me, so I just chose to look out the window. I just noticed the reflection of my face because I ignore the shape of my face when I'm at work. My hair is a mess, and my lipstick has worn off. The foundation I put on my face is also disappearing. The bruise on my cheek is still healing. It's not noticeable anymore, but if you look closely at my cheek, you will still notice it. "You can retouch your makeup here," Mr. Lee said while driving. It's embarrassing
Trence and I started eating when I got back from the bathroom. The dish served on the table is different. Maybe Trence has changed the food. My mouth watered when I saw the beautiful caramelized steak on my plate, perfectly seared to a juicy medium-rare. The aroma of garlic and herbs infused in the meat made my stomach growl in anticipation. I couldn't wait to cut into the steak and savor every bite, knowing it would be satisfying. The sight and smell of the dish were enough to make my taste buds dance with excitement. As I picked up my knife and fork, I could practically taste the savory flavors that awaited me. The steak glistened under the light, promising a culinary experience that would be unforgettable. It melts in my mouth. The meat was cooked to perfection, tender, and flavorful, leaving me craving more with each bite. The combination of seasonings and cooking techniques truly elevated the dish to a new level of deliciousness. "I'm glad you like it," Trence spoke with a smile
"Fine, I'll go there," he said, ending the call. The conversation on the phone was not pleasant, but I decided to give Trence some space before asking about it. As he returned his attention to me, I could see a hint of concern in his eyes, signaling that our conversation might take a different turn. "Are you done eating your dessert?" he asked. I nodded, feeling curious and apprehensive about what Trence wanted to discuss. The atmosphere between us had shifted, and I braced myself for whatever was coming next. "Come with me," he added, grabbing my hand and leading me to the restaurant's other side. I couldn't help but wonder what was on his mind as we silently walked together. He is holding my freaking hand. His hand is a lot bigger than mine. When our skin touched, I felt a jolt of electricity shoot through me. The tension between us was palpable, and I couldn't ignore the fluttering in my stomach. Where will Trence bring me? I'm unfamiliar with this restaurant, so I must find out
I'm unsure if they heard it, but I can't be mistaken; I heard he said that I'm his girlfriend. I want to protest. I couldn't bring myself to pull away from his grasp, even though I wanted to. My body seemed to be moving independently, following his lead as we walked away from the room. As we continued down the hallway, I couldn't shake the unease in my stomach. My mind was racing with conflicting thoughts about what had just happened. Trence's silent support was comforting and confusing, leaving me torn between wanting to confront him and simply escape the situation altogether. He did not let go of my hands until we reached the restaurant entrance. Once outside, the cool night air helped clear my head as I finally found the courage to speak up and address our tension. Trence's eyes met mine, silently urging me to voice my thoughts. I finally dare to let go of his hand and step back, needing space to gather my thoughts before saying anything that could make the situation worse. Trence
"D-Drenver," I blurted out nervously. He put his arm around me. I should not feel this fear in my chest. As his touch lingered, I couldn't shake the unease within me. The bus ride suddenly felt much longer than anticipated. "Drenver?" he repeated, his voice low and upset. I felt a sense of anxiety wash over me as he held me close; the tension developed with each passing moment. The man's grip tightened slightly, and I could feel his eyes boring into me. "Are you sure about that?" he asked, his tone tinged with suspicion. My heart raced as I struggled to develop a convincing response, the unease growing stronger by the second. "I mean, B-Babe," I stutter. I felt his face close to the side of my face and his breath warm against my skin. "Why do you look nervous? Did you do something wrong?" I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my mind racing to escape this situation. The fear of what he might do next only intensified my anxiety. The fear in his voice sent a shiver down my sp