"No woman in her right state of mind would speak to you the way those two women did unless you screwed them." Cameron Parker commented as he settled down on the couch in MJ's office.  Cameron was a thirty-year-old man who still got into a lot of trouble. He looked like a troublemaker, and anyone who had eyes could never miss that fact about him. He was wearing black skinny jeans, a white silk shirt, white Timberland boots, and a long silver chain hanging around his neck. His dark black hair was a mess, and his lips were set into a pout. His grey orbs snapped to Jorge when he did not reply to his comment. "Shit! You screwed them both, didn't you?" He asked, but Jorge did not answer; he just sighed and plopped down on the couch.  David Botha yawned and looked at his watch while standing on his feet. “I should probably get going. I have an early flight to Australia tomorrow morning, so I need all the rest I can get.” He said, rubbing his eyes. “It’s damn hard

Chad did not know what to say. He just stared down at his plate and played with his food. If she was once a street kid, then how did she end up here? He wanted to ask but instead, he said, “Your place is nice.” He looked around the sitting room. “It was about 13 years ago. I was 15 then and had just started my grade 10.” MJ said with a faraway look, and Chad paid all the attention to what she was saying. “Everything was going fine; I was happy and felt like nothing could ruin my happiness. I was madly in love with this guy. He was a tutor at our school, and was one of my brother’s friends.” She said with a blank look and swallowed a lump in her throat, but the softness in her voice gave her away. “Everything was perfect until that day when everything turned upside down.” She shook her head and sighed heavily. “After that, it was one problem after another and running seemed to be a better option at the time beca

After his intense argument with Meryl, Jorge had a lot of thinking to do. He had messed up a great deal in the last twenty-four hours and had no idea how to fix his mistakes. It was not going to be easy, especially with the two women, Anita Simmons, and Meryl Anderson; they hated his guts after he fooled the both of them into sleeping with him, based on empty promises. Usually, he would not have any regrets after screwing a woman, but these two women were different; they happened to be close to his sister, and if she were here right now, he would never hear the end of it. Unfortunately, MJ happened to have a ‘soft spot' for them, which led to her banning him from the head office in London, and if by any chance he happened to be in the building, he made sure to steer clear of their way. Over the years, it had proven harder to avoid Meryl since she was the first face he saw when he walked into Billings Corp. With Anita however, it was a lot easier since he would cal

She was going to drive him mad- in fact, she was already succeeding. She was late again, and she was not answering her phone. Just like the day before, Natalia was there to give him a bored look; she did not understand why he was acting the way he was for the past two days. Logan was angrier than usual, and it was all because of May Smith. Natalia still could not understand where the problem was; she was disobeying and disrespecting him in his own company, but she would not be the first person to do it. Under normal circumstances, he would have fired her, but right now, she doubted that Logan was in his right state of mind. "Logan, this has gone on for too long now; you need to get your shit together," Natalia said, earning herself a glare from Logan, but she just rolled her eyes. Natalia was about to say something when the office door opened, and ‘May Smith’ walked in, in all her glory. She was wearing a long black dress that reached her ankles a

He was used to people staring at him. It was usual. He was handsome, rich, and powerful. Women wanted to be his. Men wanted to be him. Simple. Everywhere he went, people stared at him and talked about how successful he was, however, tonight was slightly different; it felt like people were talking and laughing behind his back. He knew why this was happening, and unfortunately, the person responsible for this was probably under her warm blankets while he continued to suffer through the humiliation. Logan was currently seated at Bon Appétit, waiting for their orders to arrive. His date, Carmen, was talking all the time; he barely caught anything she said. “Logan, are you even listening to me?” Carmen asked. Logan gave her a hard look and said in a composed voice, “NO.” Carmen gasped in offense. “You mean, this whole time I’ve been pouring my heart out to you, and you haven’t been listening?