Her smile. Her brilliant smile that I felt all the way to my soul. Her eyes lit up and sparkled and I felt as if I'd been handed the world in the palm of her hand.Damn! If that was all it took to make her smile like that, I'd gladly tell her every hour, every minute and every single day how gorgeous she was.Cause' she is.Cameron reached for my hands, laced her fingers in mine and then used my hands for leverage as she raised her hips just enough so I could easily slid through her sweetness all over again.I'm lost on my breath again and I can't help to escape a long hiss and then she slid down, resheathing me all over again."Damn, woman you really driving me crazy." I muttered.Cameron smiled, clearly satisfied with my admission.And i savored the feel of her much smaller hands engulfed by my own. And we held on tightly as she began a slow, rhythmic ride.Our gaze locked. We never looked away, never broke eye contact as she

        "Hey, are you sure? You're okay with this?" Meridith asks her multiple times. As she set foot in the crowded place where drunk people are everywhere, and neon lights are blinding her sights. Insuring if she's alright.    "Stop worrying, okay? I'm fine just go and have some fun. And I'm having fun here as well." I give her a reassuring smile.     I sat on the couch cross-legged and surrounded by a bunch of horny people. Yup, I'm just fine. I guess? They were in an exclusive bar, after their spa sessions. I decided to have fun and Meredith's very own definition of fun is drinking at the bar.     And I agreed with her statement. But, I guess my dress code is way inappropriate with this matter. Her bottom-up shirts and her pencil skirts, screams I should be in the office read some paper works, and go home. Grab her favorite pillow and go to sleep. Not in a bar acting like tot

    Angela     The tips of my fingers rub my forehead, slowly massaging my temples as if to conjure myself back into a state of peace and normalcy. She's having a headache right now, I slide my reading glasses off and drop them onto my desk together with a bunch of document that needs my signature. An exasperated huff exists in my mouth when the clock of my phone reads its quarter to ten.    'Hey, honey. Are you in Cebu right now? Call me if you are free, okay? Is Thomas okay? Love you both, can't wait to be with you and Thomas.' I automatically sent my message to Sebastian.    "Meredith, will you please come in," I press the intercom, calling my secretary. "And, please bring the papers that Mr. Takahashi, needs to sign."    "Coming right away," she responded.    I heard a knock on the door, and later on, my secretary pops her head in. My forehead knot when I saw how nervous Mere

            Determined not to notice how good he looked, “Is there a problem?” I asked.            “Interesting neighborhood.”            He just said it like an insult. I lived in the eclectic south Oroville neighborhood of Oak Cliff. My street was full of funky, aging houses, some of which—like me—were being carefully renovated, and others of which hovered in a state of negligent disrepair. This part of town had a terrible reputation, although it was far safer now than it had been a couple of decades ago.            “Thanks.” I smiled, pretending to mistake his comment for a compliment, as I stepped aside and gestured for him to enter.        &nbs

            I was famed for my power of analytical deduction, but I had not seen this one coming!            “You are shocked. I knew you would be,” my old school friend announced with darkly pessimistic gloom.            “I am surprised,” I corrected him, cause honestly, that is how I feel. “But if I was shocked, would it matter? Roxanne has not been my wife for quite some time. You do not require my blessing or my permission.”            “I know, but the thing is, I think she feels guilty about finding her happiness.”            “I think you are imagining things,” I said, wondering if I ought not at some level to feel a