"She's not the only one who gets to choose, Toff." He finally lets me go, but both of his hands are now holding the side of my arms, eyes boring into mine, "You're going to leave me too, Nina?" When I was with Christian, I was always the first option despite the possibility of our relationship being just a bet. He was a gentleman, he always prioritised me above his friends or anything else that he could control. He made me feel important. He made me feel I’m wanted despite my struggle with body image; I was overweight in middle school until I finished my bachelor degree. Those are probably the wrong reasons to be with someone but I’ve gotta admit, those qualities made me fell head over heels for him. With Toffer, I'm always the last option. If he's seeing someone, I would always be pushed to the end of the list. But I don't really mind, considering I understand that he needs to put his girlfriend above me, just like Christi

I've never been this nervous my entire life. Okay that's a lie. This is actually comparable to the day I asked Jason for a break up after two years engagement. Also comparable to those moments when I step into the exam hall during my four years degree. Also, uhh, this is not the time to line up all the examples, Nina. I take a deep breath then step out of the elevator, into the narrow hallway with an interesting reception booth at the end of it. There are two attractive women with an earpiece attached to their head. "Good afternoon," I greet one of them who seems more approachable. She looks up and smiles, "Good afternoon. How may I assist you?" "Erm, can I see Mr Johnsons? Is he in today?" That fucker hasn't returned any of my calls or even replied my texts so he leaves me no choice but to come here to hunt him down. "Yes but can I know your name? What time is your appointment with him?" "I, errr, I don't have an

I was out of the house as early as 6, even though it's a Sunday. I can't sleep last night, thinking what an idiot I was, offering myself to my best friend just because I owe him money. And him, taking advantage of my situation, instead of rejecting my stupid proposal or behave like a true best friend. True best friends don't fuck each other! True best friends don't mind how long it takes for the other to pay back his money. And true best friends definitely don't say he'll take her virginity only when she's sober. Oh God, he's not my true best friend. Maybe I should just pack and leave?But he knows where my family lives, where I work, and most importantly, he knows me like the back of his hand. He’ll surely find me in less than a day. The ringing sound from my phone jolts me out of my worries. I quickly fish it out only to see an evil face of a Christopher Johnsons. He put that evil face himself

"Shit you're killing me," he growls as he increases his speed, both hands holding each of my legs firmly making my butt fly on the air. I'd say I'm 20 degrees inclined to the bed, and have been this way since the past few minutes. The sound of our skin slapping each other's adds to the mixture of moan and scream from me. He's been lifting my legs in all angles, I wonder when will he finally come. I remember it took only minutes when I blew him in the past but today, it seems like forever. He is still drilling me. Not that I complain but I feel guilty for only cumming on my own. Multiple times, if I may add. While he's still looking for one. Is it because I'm not his type that he can't come? "Fuck! I'm gonna come if you keep doing that!" He sounds like he's in pain, as I grab my bedsheet, needing to hold onto something while I ride my orgasm. I don't know how many I've had since we started but it seems like they keep on coming, one after another, while he curses every time I have it

Christopher’s POV 👱🏻"Have you signed the contract, Mr Johnsons?" Martha asks when I'm only one step away from the door. Shit, wrong timing! "Uhh not yet, Mrs Adams." I scratch my head as I grin awkwardly, cursing myself for not checking the situation outside my office first before going out. "I told you I need it signed yesterday." The lady says sternly as she taps her right foot multiple times, intimidating me. She’s gotta be one of the scariest assistants in this whole wide world, keeping me between my tail the entire time, not even allowing me to slack off for the fact it's only Monday. Chill out, Grandma. There’s something we call Monday Blues. "Can I give it to you tomorrow?" I ask her, pleading, with my puppy eyes, because that seems to work most of the time, "peyishhh?" I even add a please the way Kai always say it. "Did you even start reading it?" She has added a hand to her waist, on top of that foot ta