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2025-01-27 18:54:25
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No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Meeting She Couldn't Focus On
Author's POVThe conference room was already occupied when Mila arrived.A long table stood at the centre of the room, its polished surface reflecting the soft white light overhead. Laptops were open, printed concept boards lay scattered between notebooks, and a large screen displayed the title of the upcoming presentation.MERCER PROJECT — DESIGN REVIEW & PROGRESS UPDATESeveral members of the design department were engaged in a discussion when Mila entered, but their conversation gradually settled.“Good morning, everyone. Sorry to keep you waiting.”“You're right on time, Mila,” replied Rohan, the senior design manager, checking his watch before gesturing towards the empty chair at the head of the table. “We were just reviewing the latest concept boards.”“Perfect. Then we can start with those.”Mila placed her laptop on the table, settled into her chair, and connected it to the presentation screen. She had spent the better part of the previous evening reviewing the revised designs
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Twenty Minutes
Author’s POVAnika seemed to realise that Mila wasn't going to give her a straight answer. With a small laugh, she returned her attention to the files.“Fine. I'll drop it. For now. We have more important things to worry about. The Mercer presentation is in two days, and if the design department keeps changing the concept boards, we're going to look unprepared.”Mila picked up the report. “Then let's make sure we don't.”“That's the spirit.”For the next few minutes, they discussed the revised designs, pending client approvals, and the budget figures that needed another review before the presentation. Mila made a note of the outstanding items and confirmed that she would check the updated documents before the meeting.Anika gathered the remaining files and stood.“I'm taking these to the project coordination team. The design department is expecting you in the conference room at ten-thirty.”“I'll be there.”Anika started towards the door, then glanced back with a mischievous smile.“A
No More Mrs. Nice Girl The Photograph
Mila practically rushed through the heavy glass doors of the lobby. The cool blast of air conditioning brushed against her face, but it did little to soothe the heat rising in her cheeks.The lobby buzzed with the familiar rhythm of another busy workday. Employees crossed the polished marble floor balancing takeaway coffee cups while discussing presentations and deadlines. Phones rang at the reception desk, a printer hummed away in the background, and the large display behind the counter glowed with the company logo.Mila gave the receptionist a polite smile, her heart still hammering against her ribs as she joined the morning crowd heading toward the elevators, trying desperately to blend in. She kept her eyes fixed on the illuminated floor indicator above the doors.Ding.Everyone filed inside.That was when she noticed it.A few curious glances were thrown her way, followed by a whisper passed from one employee to another. Two junior architects near the back paused mid-sentence the
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Awkward Silence
Author's POVThe drive to the office was proving to be far more uncomfortable than Mila had anticipated.She sat in the passenger seat of Arine’s sleek black sedan, her phone held tightly in her lap as she pretended to check important emails. She scrolled mindlessly, barely registering the words on the screen. The morning sun glinted off the dashboard, but the atmosphere inside the car felt far heavier than the bright day outside.Out of all the possible ways she could have started her morning, being trapped alone in a car with Arine after last night's events had definitely not been on the list.This is exactly what I wanted to avoid, she thought, biting the inside of her cheek.She had tried to refuse the ride after breakfast, insisting she could easily take a taxi. But Arine had calmly dismantled every excuse with logical, irrefutable points about time, safety, and efficiency. He pointed out how it made no sense for her to waste time and money when they were both heading to the exac
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Behind Tired Eyes
Author’s POVThe morning sun broke through the curtains, signaling the arrival of a new day, but it brought no rest to Mila’s exhausted mind. When her alarm finally rang, she dragged herself out of bed, having barely slept for a few consecutive hours. With a quiet groan, she walked into the bathroom, rubbing her eyes, and moved through her morning routine on autopilot—showering, brushing her teeth, and slipping into a simple cream blouse and black trousers suitable for the day ahead.Standing in front of the dressing table mirror, she picked up her brush and began running it through her damp hair, sectioning it carefully to tie into a neat ponytail. But the moment her eyes met her own reflection, the dam broke.Images from last night flashed vividly in her mind—the sudden pressure of Arine’s body against hers, the cold touch of the mirror on her back, and the searing heat of his lips. Her gaze instinctively dropped to her mouth, which still felt faintly tender and swollen. Her breath
No More Mrs. Nice Girl Restless Hearts
Author’s POVMila’s mind went completely blank the moment Arine’s lips met hers. This wasn’t like the soft, sudden kiss in the office. This one was hungry, deep, and full of everything they hadn’t said to each other.She let out a small, shaky sound and grabbed the front of his shirt, unsure whether she wanted to push him away or pull him even closer. Arine tilted her head slightly and kissed her harder, his tongue brushing against hers, sending a rush of heat through her body. His thigh pressed between her legs as he pinned her gently but firmly against the mirror.For a few seconds, nothing else existed. Just him. Just this.But reality hit her too quickly.Mila tore her mouth away, breathing hard. Her lips felt swollen and warm. “Arine… stop,” she whispered, even though her hands were still tightly holding onto his shirt.“We can’t… This is wrong."Arine rested his forehead against hers, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His hand stayed on her waist, thumb gently stroking her sid
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