The feeling of Myla's lips against my cheek sends me to a whole other world. Somehow, I've never been kissed on the cheek. But for a moment, I'm reminded of when my mother used to kiss me on the cheek and tell me that everything would be okay and that I was the best son she'd ever ask for. I don't know why I'm thinking about the past when I don't even want to recall it. The last thing I want is to let Myla read through me like an open book so I smile and rest my hand on her waist, pulling her closer. "Your service is truly excellent. I only told the truth." Yeah, well. I don't go around saying things even if they're true but I somehow wanted to do something that would make me seem a little bit less of a dickhead. "Okay, that might get me a raise so thank you. I mean it." The smile on her lips and eyes makes me somehow feel at ease and I feel the corner of my lips going up. "Come on." I lead her to the car, opening the door for her before she gets inside. The way the black fabric

Zayne's hands are cupping my ass cheeks while he kisses the shit out of me. I'm dizzy, but I'm well aware of everything happening around me, especially his dick that's getting harder by the second underneath me. His lips are so damn kissable and his touch is making my sexual frustration even worse The two of us eventually pull away and breathe heavily, his eyes never leaving mine. "Fuck, Myla, rub it on my fucking cock." The way his voice only penetrates so deeply inside sends me into a wave of pleasure while I let out a heavy breath, slowly moving on top of him. Zayne closes his eyes and groans, throwing his head back. His hands are still holding onto my butt cheeks while he helps me go forward and backward, making me moan without even trying to hold it in. Then all I can think about is his lips against mine and the way our tongues are fighting over dominance. Before I know it, he stands up, holding me in his arms while kissing me all the way to his room. Then I feel my back coll

A few days had passed since Zayne told me about the news. I feel happier than ever and excited about whatever awaits me, but I'm also sad and depressed because I'll have to leave Alex, Sarah, and June. Although now the café is doing good and I trust they will make it even better, I will miss working with them. Today is my last working day at the café and when I step inside the place, balloons are everywhere and Sarah approaches me with a cake in her hands. "A goodbye party?" I say jokingly but it's my coping mechanism. I'm actually about to cry. "Are you happy I'm leaving?" I watch her as she smiles bitterly at me, knowing for a fact that none of them wants me to leave. Am I selfish for choosing this path instead of staying by their side? I question myself, deep down feeling guilty although I know I'm doing it for my mother. She's getting older and her dream is slowly fading away with time, but I know that it will never really go away. She'd always remember the dream she couldn't

My heart is racing inside my chest while I step inside Judy Hills, dressed in the clothes Zayne had picked for me. A typical white shirt and a pair of beige trousers but I'm sure they cost a fortune because this is Laurier we're talking about. Talking about him, he's been staring at me since he came to my house along with Keith. He's walking beside me, his posture and steps so determined, and his cologne filling my nostrils. "Who is this?" Someone's voice makes him stop and I turn to him, only to see him glaring. "Why are you letting random people work here? Did she pass any interviews? Or are you- oh." Zayne's fist is so tight he could break it and I just stand there, feeling so small under that man's gaze. It doesn't seem like he's one of the few people Zayne tolerates and it seems that he doesn't want me here. I mean, I'm thankful Zayne got me this opportunity. I'm going to work hard and do my job properly and earn my place here. "Cummings, it's early in the morning and I'm in

Myla Bright is a fucking menace. Her mere presence is enough distraction and I find myself wanting her more and more. It's fucking with my brain and heart and it's almost making me go insane. I know I can't let myself get too caught up in her. She's just a distraction, and I have goals I need to achieve. I can't let myself get sidetracked by a woman, no matter how alluring she may be. And yet, every time she talks to me, laughs, or touches my arm, I feel myself falling deeper and deeper under her spell. It's like I'm under her control and can't break free. "Am I going to be okay?" The way her hips move while she walks in front of me is so fucking beautiful and the fact that she doesn't even realize it makes me more frustrated. Oh, the spell you have me under. "Helbert is nice." I cock an eyebrow at her before I knock on his door, looking at her while she fidgets with her fingers. And when I hear his voice, I open the door and usher her to step inside. "Zayne," The old wrinkly smil