Bien is losing it and he knows it. He’s always dreamed of doing this to her but he still can’t get over the intensity of actually doing all of this to her. He was drowning in her, feeling her soft bouncy breasts heaving underneath his own firm chest, her rounded thighs softly nestled against his own muscular ones, her sweet, spicy scent mixing with his masculine musk…But he suddenly feels her shaking underneath him, her breathing accelerating and even her whole body has started to slightly stiffen...He stops nuzzling her neck and stares at her. There was no expression left in her eyes or even in her whole face.”Lyra? What’s happening to you… Talk to me...””Nooo… Please… Let me… G-go…” she says breathlessly.Oh God, it’s happening again!”Fuck! Lyra! LOOK AT ME! It’s ME!”The woman didn’t seem to hear him. She starts to shiver, squirm, and buck underneath him. Her fingers are now grasping his arms and her fingernails are digging deep into his skin. Her eyes were wide open looking be
“Hero, my son! We’re already home. Your father and I are looking forward to seeing you here. Of course, you will be bringing her along, correct?”He looks at the closed door of Lyra’s bedroom before answering, ”Yes Mama, I will but we can’t do it today. We’re currently setting up her office.””Oh, but I thought she will be working here or probably at The Midnight Resort.”
“Lizzy… NOOOO!!!”Rube finds himself sitting upright in bed, his whole body shivering as if it’s winter but sweating as if he’s been running through a sunny field. He swallows hard but finds his mouth and throat as dry as the Sahara so he ends up slightly coughing. He reaches for the nearest bottle on his nightstand and chugs it down, the warm liquid leaving a fiery trail within his neck and chest.Damn these nightmares. And it has to be her every fucking time!He checks the digital wall clock opposite his bed and cusses to himself. Whenever his slumber is disturbed, he finds it hard to get sleepy enough to go back to bed. And no thanks to that damn nightmare, he is wide awake now with extra energy to boot. Reuben looks at the space beside him and sighs in relief. He is alone in his bedroom tonight. With the number of women that want to be with him, along with the many hookers who want to work in his numerous exclusive mini-clubs, it was almost impossible for him to enjoy some privacy
Bien hears the interview room's double doors burst open but he doesn’t turn around. He keeps drinking from the bar and waits for his huffing and puffing driver to explain himself.”B-boss! I apologize for the delay…”Long pause from Bien as he pours more brandy into a glass.“What took you so long?””S-sorry Boss… There was a family emergency…”Another long pause…”You don’t have family Nick, remember?””Well... there’s... you Boss and The Senora and The Major…”Nick the bodyguard stops talking as his young master turns around from where he’s standing and raises an eyebrow at him. ”I-I was just joking, Boss Bien. Sorry for that. It’s… it’s my… girlfriend you see… we kinda had a… fight and you know…”You and your libido, Nick…”That another new one? Seriously, you need to get married, not just laid.””I’m working on it, Boss. But about the interviewees…””They’re all waiting for you,” drawls the Interviewer as he turns around to face the bar again. “Good thing there’s a lot of them ton
Here is the latest entry from Hero’s digital journal, which is saved in his ultra secured Cloud account…I’ve abandoned doing this ever since I joined the Scout Commandos. It was too much of a security risk to keep any record of my life, especially online. But I can’t help it now. I’m breaking with the realizations that are going through me like an avalanche…And I can’t tell anyone. Not even my parents. Or my trusted contacts. Not even that one person who I have treasured since I met her last year. The one person I consider my best and dearest friend in the whole wide world…Because this realization is all about her.I can’t say it enough. I have done this kind of session hundreds of times from the beginning of my training until now. Never have I gotten used to it. And now…Lyra… why does it have to be you this time? Why do you have to ask for that stupid Addendum? Why can’t you just tell me what happened to you that you would wish this sort of “treatment” from me? And why… WHY did I
“Ms. Marina Eliza Reid, may I introduce our newest Business Analyst, Professor Aliyah Raquel Semana. Lyra, meet Rina, The Nanny. She’s the topmost security analyst in the government and one of the best private investigator in our own list of contacts.””Was the topmost security analyst in the government. I’m no longer working for them, Hero.””B-but, your card says…””And you fell for that so easily, dear girl. You need to be more careful next time. These are very dangerous times. Oh, you’re even planning to serve my cheese loaf to your boss? My goodness, what if it was poisoned?”“I-I didn’t mean… But you are so nice and sweet…””Dear, even the wolf dressed up like a grandma when receiving Little Red Riding Hood, alright?”“Here’s the list of your mistakes regarding receiving any guests in this unit, Lyra. I want you to set them to heart. Take the liberty of printing it out and posting them near the door if necessary.””Y-yes Sir Bien, I apologize for my mistake.””Mistakes, darling,
“Well gentlemen, we have finally found the time to meet once again. It’s been a while and I appreciate your efforts in finally putting the plan in motion.”The three men in the dimly-lit and spacious classic dining room are all so different from each other. The taller but sinewy one is obviously the leader and it can be felt in his dignity and voice. The shorter, more muscular one is obviously a bit intimidated by the speaker but can still hold his own. The third beefy but shortest one seems to just be happy being there.Despite the differences, they are all quite united in their cause. At least, the cause The Mastermind has presented.…”By the time we're done here, we will see a different business rise along with better leaders. And all this will only take the barest minimum requirements from us. Of course, it's better this way since the less people we have, the better we can keep everything a secret.””Of course Sir," agreed the averagely-muscled male. "By the way, the mission that
The tall, slim surgeon in his early sixties looks worriedly at the opened package on his table. It has been sitting there for many nights and has not been moved ever since he found it on the same spot in his office. How its messenger was able to go through his high-security system in his private villa, he still could not understand. But here's the proof staring him in the face. And to those who are unaware of the exclusive club that he is a part of, all they will see is a piece of crimson cloth lying at the bottom of a small square box.But to him, it is meant to be a death sentence.It just started as a means of relaxation, a personal treat that only men of power and prestige can enjoy due to money and connection. And now…He should have seen it even before when Ted and Earl died.Wrong word… not died... murdered. His banker did tell him about the red cloth and wondered why his friend Earl decided to ignore it. But then again Teddy went into hiding and was still eventually found. So