LOGINARDYN.
“Lane” I looked at her; she was trying to steady her breathing. “I want you to use your tongue.” I was taken back, but I did as she said; I wanted it too.
“Anything for you Princess.” I pulled her hair up to face me and went back in. She knew what she wa
ARDYN. I was anxious, nervous, shy, almost tense even. It was finally happening and I can say it was long overdue. I replayed everything in my head. From the first day she walked out on me, to the first day I heard her name, to the day I finally saw her at Deans, to the day she came to work and challenged me, to finding her stress ball and sending it back to her office saying it was a toy to spite her. Forcing her to be my plus one, her finally putting me in my place after putting up with my bullshit for a full week, her calling me Cariño for the first time, us going at it every time she came into my office, me calling her Princess to spite her but it now being the best name ever. Me being captivated by her for the first time after she refused to follow the rules I had given her for the art event. Her not giving Ward any form of acknowledgement, and I can say it's worth it now. Helping her for the first time by sending the man away. Becoming jealous seeing the way o
ZAYLEN. It's been two whole weeks. Two weeks of waiting to see what trick Ward will pull. Two weeks still attending meetings with him while pretending like we knew nothing. Two weeks of Ardyn trying so hard not to blow our cover by punching him in the face. I wanted to punch him, too. Asides all this, I had better things to keep me occupied than finding more devastating news about our insane business partner. Things like being with Gold for up to twelve hours a day. Using the remaining twelve hours to reminisce about the previous twelve hours I'd just spent with her, and if any hours remained after that, I'd use it to prepare myself for the next twelve hours I'd spend with her. Speaking of the love of my life, I happen to recall that I'm not the love of her life as that space has been occupied by the woman I used to get the love of my life, who just happens to be every one's favorite. Zyra. Gold could lay her life for that woman and as such, since I do no
RYNNELLE. "Girl what the fuck!" Zee looked like a mess coming home this morning. It was fucking past ten. "Where were you? I called more than fifty times? What happened to your hair?" This girl was just smiling from ear to ear. "Speak bitch. I would've filled out a missing person's report if Zay didn't say he heard noises coming from your office and Lane wasn't in his." You could see the blush on her cheeks. "Girl!" I was dying of suspense. And she wasn't making this any easier. I definitely wanted to know what went on in that office for her hair to be this messed up. "Ree!" The excitement. "We finally made love bitch!" It erupted. We held hands, screamed, and just kept jumping around. Finally. I thought it was never going to happen. And the fact Zee hadn't slept with anyone for almost a year. I would say her hair being messed up shows that it was worth it. "Girl! I need all the details." What in the world. We were both finally having great sex. The world is worth
ZYRA. What a slightly horrible day at work this was. I came to work today in high and clear spirits, only to be met with the love of my life trying to speak Spanish to me to possibly rage bait me. I was indeed ragebaited. Eric didn't even know how to speak Spanish so where was all this fucked up conclusions coming from? I just sighed and spun my chair again for the twentieth time since I came back to my office. I didn't like this floor one bit. I could see him in his office and everything he does, and everyone that walked in. It was annoying. Especially on days like this. I wish I could just... wait. I got up, walked to the door, and shut it. I just realized I can do whatever I want. To keep myself busy, I went down memory lane as I laid back in my chair and shut my eyes. "Abuela, mira. Una mariposa. Es hermoso (Grandma, look. A butterfly. It's beautiful.)" I spun around dancing while letting the breeze touch my face. "Igual que tú, mi hermosa chica
ARDYN. It's been four days and Princess and I haven't squashed our differences. Asides from speaking to her everyday while still being upset, I've learnt a few Spanish terms. One ¿Cómo estás? Which means "How are you". Two ¿Cómo estuvo tu noche? Which means "How was your night?". And finally, three Realmente no respondiste a mi pregunta sobre si habla español o no. Which means "You didn't really answer my question on whether he speaks Spanish or not." I was doing good for a first timer. I saw Princess come in today and as usual, she looked beautiful. I loved her hairstyle and I'm sure Gold had a hand in it. It suited her. I was still pissed so I returned to work instead of looking at her from my camera. Since Princess's mom came to NYC, I've been doing some research on the file that was dropped on my desk a few months ago. Gold had pulled me aside and asked about me knowing Princess's mom's name and I had to tell a lie that Princess mentioned it once. I thought she wou
RYNNELLE. "He has serious jealousy issues and it's fucked. It's been how many days now and he's still speaking to me like I was the one that called Eric here in the first place." I shook my head as I watched Zee pace around the room on the phone with her mom. For starters, I think Zee was a bit mean or slightly rude to us all three days ago. She couldn't understand what we meant by she had to calm down. It was always the same thing every time. If I was the man watching from a distance how my plan was coming into place, I would never stop haunting her. I'd level up my game even and that's what he was doing. First, it was Lyle, then Mike, and now Eric. He was moving slowly but covered a vastly greater distance than what anyone could ever sit and put together. He was using these men as distractions to make Zee lose her guard and she fell for it every time. It was disappointing. Especially knowing that she has overcome him so many times so why the weakness now? Sec
ZYRA.After leaving the hall, I didn’t feel like going home so I drove to a bar nearby, to treat myself. I mean, it wasn’t easy being in a meeting for approximately two hours without saying anything. While waiting for the bartender I noticed a blonde on my righ
ARDYN.I hated anything that had to do with disorderliness. I wouldn’t call it an obsession, but I had standards; most people failed to meet. A female employee of mine walked into my building this morning in the most disgusting form of color combination I had ever se
ZYRA.It’s a very crazy thing to believe a man could love you like you love yourself, or even more. That was why the thought of being by myself for the rest of my life didn’t sound like a bad idea after all. The thought of a man feeling like “You are nothing without me?” makes my stomach turn. The
ZYRA. Throughout the weekend was amazing, Riri, a name I came up with last minute, really did her thing and planned our weekend. We went hiking, which was so stressful but fun. We tried different restaurants and new meals, some that we both hated and some we loved and will try again, we dre







