As all three of them walked towards the conference hall, Sylvia kept muttering under her breath loud enough for Ryella to hear "look up straight, don't show that you are nervous and keep a smile on your face, a natural smile not a disgruntled one. Watch whatever you say, don't let anything anyone say rile you in any way. We have to keep your image in a positive limelight".
"I completely understand Sylvia" Opening the door to the conference hall, she exhaled softly as lights from cameras kept flashing at her face, with a decent smile pasted on her face, she walked towards the platform. JW waved at her with a stupid grin on his face, he didn't expect her to agree to sign with WEC ( Weston Entertainment Company) which was the same company he was working with. Ryella responded with a curt nod, internally blaming herself for agreeing to sign with WEC, she didn't want to have to meet JW eachAfter a while of struggle getting through the group of reporters and away from their constant flashing of cameras, Ryella and Sylvia both breathed a sigh of relief. They got into a waiting and drove off to a private restaurant "The Royals" where only people with VVIP cards are allowed to show up at the door and which of course Sylvia had one. ". The restaurant respected the privacy of their clients and keep their identities a secret, the restaurant is divided into different cabins and no one knows the backer behind it but everyone knows that it's not a common restaurant that must be trifled with or your existence gets wiped off the surface of the earth. They met JW, Dominique and Carol already chatting away like long time friends and the ladies laughed at a joke, obviously what JW said. He was the first to notice the pair who had come in "Welcome, hope the reporters didn't give you a hard time" he inquired with a sardonic smile on h
A petite nineteen years old girl boarded from a plan 'its so nice to be back. I'm so excited to meet him'. She looks around the airport in search of the very familiar face she had imprinted into her mind for so many years. Damon stepped out of his car in front of his parents home,he was on a phone call and the expression on his face wasn't too good, he slowly clenched and unclenched his fist, took a deep breath as the smiling image of Ryella crossed his mind, he found himself smiling again while Derek groaned at the thought of his lost vacation and salary "uhm dude, you're smiling again. You should really stop doing that in public or people wouldn't think you've change and start being more disrespectful". A cold, stoic expression replaced the smile. Derek sighed and continued in a hushed tone. "If you want, I could go and get the young mistress to keep you company for the rest of today if the d
Facade JW stomped into the doorstep of the house that Damon just left, he paid not much attention to Cassandra who was gawking at him with her mouth wide open "shut your mouth, I know I'm good looking" That seemed to get Cassandra back to reality and she sneered at him inwardly 'you think you are good looking, you can't be compared to my future husband'. "Stop staring" JW frowned and he walked into the house to find George and Caitlin in a make out session, he cleared his throat noisily interrupting them "Aunt, Uncle you aren't teens anymore, you should take this to your room" Caitlin playfully glared at him "Shut up Jin, admit that you are jealous and I'm not that old" George took that chance to smack Caitlin's butt but Cassandra came in at that moment and her face suddenly turned red. "What brings you here this evening kiddo". "Mother, Father, big brother
Made for each other She could smell his cologne, so minty, so alluring, him behind her, his arm around her waist as he slowly pulled her up gently slamming her back into his sturdy chest. "What were you doing". With each breath he took, each word he said, she could feel tingles in her stomach, a warm sensation mushing her senses making her unable to think straight but brought thought of how her body fitted into his like they were made for each other "Are you really that enthusiastic about getting hurt" he crooned gently behind her ear. "No...I didn't expect to trip suddenly" she confessed. His eyes darkened with anger "what do you mean?". She broke free from the embrace and quickly took off her shoes. "It has something to do with this shoes". He frowns "What's the name of the designer?". "No Damon you don't understand, my step mom came in a while ago and gave me
She felt arms wrapped around her waist, it felt sooting and somewhat comforting but that wasn't right....she was not used to sharing a bed with anyone. Immediately her eyes opened widely and she turned to see the owner of the arm around her waist. It was Damon. She slowly moved his arm and shifted to a sitting position. Memories of what happened the previous night flooded her mind and as she found herself still wearing her nightwear she sighed in relief, she was still a virgin, she was still intact or she would have tagged him as a flower thief (someone who disvirgins someone against their will). She slowly checked out the facial appearance of sleeping Damon, his soft breath, his perfect hair, his perfect nose, his jawline.... unknowingly she found herself tracing one of her fingers on his face. According to what he insists, he was all hers as she was all his so he won't have a problem with her checking him out. Her mind went on a flashback where she first woke up on his bed
A lady wearing a shawl and sunglasses rushes into a building, she walks into a elevator and pressed the floor number she wanted to be on...the third floor which is contains the most expensive services in that building. She looks around nervously, this wasn't a place for a upperclass lady, if she was found out... it'll ruin her reputation. She stands in front of a room for a long time before pushing the door open "I didn't think you had it in you to come here". A man in his forties is sitted on the bed with a glass of wine in his hands, he smirks as the lady enters the room "I'll do anything to get whatever I want but as usual make sure that this is kept between us". She was trying to hide the disgust on her face. "Yes my fair lady. How can I help you this time. You sounded very desperate on the phone that's why I asked to meet you in person. Who knew that a lady like who would walk into a brothel. "I need your he
So long losers Ryella slowly made her way down the stairs from her room, a tinge of blush still on her cheeks, she didn't understand why she always unconsciously lets down her guard around Damon and he always shamelessly teases her. She remembers how she felt when she realized what was poking her behind. She chuckled lightly as she remembers how he felt when she told him to leave through the window....as usual. Someone cleared his throat disrupting her thoughts "Good morning" She frowned when she sees her father, step mother, step sister and to make things worse Dexter all sitting together on the dining table like one happy family. "Good morning" she sits down and starts eating her breakfast "why are you here? Don't you have your home?" She fired directly at Dexter. Fred answered "I invited him over for some discussion this morning and insisted that he had breakfast with us". "Ryel
Crisis in world X She sat down calmly in the cafe, satisfied with herself for how she had yelled while talking to Damon,she didn't even notice the wierd looks she was getting but after she takes a cute selfie while pouting her mouth, everyone who was staring at her couldn't help but be entranced by her peerless beauty, some ladies stared at her with envy and jealousy seeing as their partners had eyes on another woman, some guys with longing and affection even the waiters where contemplating among themselves on who should serve her, but which guy can't help but be captivated by her. Despite the looks she was , the lady in particular took no interest in anyone, she smiled at her cell phone and after a while she took out her laptop to check the stocks but couldn't be anymore suprised, the one dollar per shares that she had used to buy her stock was now a thousand dollars each, she smirked wickedly i