Micheal. To be completely honest, this meeting wasn't supposed to be in Venice. It was originally scheduled to be in Rome but when I found out how much Alex wanted to be here, I pulled a few strings and made things happen. For your information, Luis was a really loud chatter box. I was innocently walking passed the Marketing Department and she was telling some guy about Alex's favourite places. I wondered why the man wanted to know but I was too busy to care back then. Thinking back on yesterday's kiss, I realised that my decision on changing locations was ingenious! The atmosphere was great and everything about the day went better than I could ever imagine. Apart from getting great shots, I had Alexia in my arms and I was sure that we had the same feelings for each other. I wanted to experience that again. Her soft lips, the hesitant look in her eyes and the soft sigh that she released when I deepened the kiss. The memory sent shivers down my spine. Despite the conversation in the

Alexia. It's been a little over a week since we got back. Michael and I have been spending more time together although we haven't gone all the way yet. Despite that, we occasionally played around in his office and I'd return to my station with trembling legs. Today was one of those days and I couldn't keep my mind from the feel of his tongue on me and the tingle in-between my legs made it more real. I understood and appreciated that he was being patient and was waiting for me to be ready but the thought of his hands on my skin got me hot in more places than one. I wanted more than his fingers. I blushed then shook my head, clearing it of all the perverted thoughts that hit me with full force. I was sounding so thirsty and I felt embarrassed at how much this was so unlike me. I looked down at the screen of my computer and continued my work. I then began to arrange files that had to be handed to Michael and also sort out the messages that he received from the colleagues he made at the

Michael. "Good morning, sir." The usual greeting every morning with radiant smiles and cheerful moods from employees rang in my ears over and over in endless repeatation as I made my way towards my office. It all showed how lovely their morning was. If compared to mine, my morning was quite shitty if I do say so myself. After taking a shower, my favorite shirt got accidentally burnt by one of the new staff and I stubbed my big toe on one of the living room table's legs. My left shoe felt uncomfortably tight as my big toe was seemingly desperate and gasping for air. What an uncalled for twist to yesterday's euphoria. Reaching Alexia's desk, I noticed an unfamiliar blonde ponytail. When I neared, I realised that it was Bianca and I kept myself from groaning. Since we were in a work enviroment, I didn't think that she'd be able to cross any lines. "Good morning, Michael," she greeted with a wide smile. "Mr. Clarkson." I corrected. "We are at work therefore you have no right to add

Gabriel. I rolled off Bianca, panting as I tried to catch my breath and I rushed a hand through my hair before looking to the side. "Holding a grudge?" Bianca asked as she covered her naked body with a bedsheet and my gaze shifted to her. "Why do you ask?" "I think that you broke me somewhere," she said with a teasing smile but I wasn't in the mood for it. "Stop being a whiny little bitch." "You're always so rude." She pulled back her hair with her hands and sighed. "I heard that you were talking to Michael's girl earlier today. What were you talking about?" I smiled. "I was telling her about the type of women that Michael likes." I went back to the memory of her big, innocent mismatched eyes filled with excited curiosity. Her small, shy smile and the way she listened carefully to every word that I had said. It was easy to trick her because she was too trusting and willing to make him like her more. Did she love him so much that she'd change herself for him? When I was young,

Alexia. I woke up feeling depressed and sluggish. The weekend that I was really excited for began so badly. To add on to my mix of emotions, I had accidentally kicked Cookie off the bed when I was turning in my sleep and now she didn't want to be anywhere near me. Luis said that she wouldn't be able to come today and Tony was going to get his sister from the hospital. That meant that I'd be by myself this warm Saturday and I scolded myself for not having enough social skills to make more friends. Seeing that Cookie was totally moody, I had so much free time at my disposal that I didn't know what to do with it. I sat up in my bed and ran a hand through my waves. I felt like garbage because I couldn't sleep peacefully at all. Despite my efforts to ignore what Gabriel said, his words kept popping up in my head. A toy. Nobody has ever called me that. A broken toy. I've been called many of things because of my disability but a broken toy has never been one of them. Why did he even s