“Get out. Get out of my office, you're fired.” No hint of anger nor any possible remorse is shown by my face. Not even the sound of my voice can make anyone conclude that I am disappointed. This is how I am. Calm and composed. No such chaos can deflate my professionalism. “Yes, sir. I'm really sorry, Mr. Tryst. Thank you for everything.” She bows her head before walking out of my office. As soon as I heard the glass door shut, I sit on my swivel chair and wonder why this shit keeps on happening to me. The woman that I fired just now was my secretary. My fourth secretary this year, and the ones before her were all just like her. All of them betrayed me; all of them were traitors. Garbages that I picked up from the dirt and turned into gold. Why do I keep on finding the wrong ones? A little bit more, this business will make me lose my sanity. My sanity that I keep on holding together, but I knew that I lost it way back in college. Suddenly, a knock on the door stops me from lookin

“Excuse me.” I made sure my voice sounded soft and calm as I made my way inside our family's mansion. I am completely clueless on why there are so many people here. When in fact, only a family dinner is going to be held tonight.“Sweet mother of Jesus, I am so late.” I said to myself as I walk faster all the way to the dining hall. I'm not going to lie, my insides are a little bit panicky right now. The heavens know how strict my father is when it comes to family dinners. He doesn't like it when me or my brother comes late and comes crashing down in front of the table.It's embarrassing for him. He said everyone's going to go home talking about it, and everyone's attention will be on me. Well, I sort of believe it though. This is not the first time that I am late, and the first time that I was late, I just wanted the universe to make me vanish into an unknown realm. I felt humiliated with numerous pairs of eyes watching me and my every move. Made me wish that I should've never came at

Exhausted, I recklessly let my body fall on the soft mattress of my bed.I just got home in my penthouse, and I'm feeling a little dizzy because of the tequila I had earlier. I didn't have the opportunity to say goodbye to my parents before leaving. Trudy sent me home, and now I have nothing else left to do.Sleep, maybe.I stay in my bed for a while. I closed my eyes, and was about to fall asleep. But then my phone starts to vibrate as the ringtone fills my ears.Who the hell is calling now in such a late night?“Damn it.” I grunted before taking my phone from my pouch and answering the call without looking who it is.“Hello?” I sound mean more than I intended to be.“Whoah, feisty. Please be easy on me, flower. I just missed you.”Oh, hell. Him again. I ghosted his ass a month ago. Why is he still trying? I thought I made it clear to him that I don't want a fling or a hookup anymore.“Vincent,” I heavily sigh. “Didn't I tell you not to reach out again? Do you want me to make it clea

I slowly open my eyes to the light and soft caressing that I feel on my cheeks. It has awakened me, and its sensation is undeniable.“Good morning, Aurella.” Vincent appears before me. Fresh from the shower and only wearing jeans.“Good morning.” I greet him in return before turning my back on him. I faced the other side of the bed rather than facing him. “What time is it?” I cover my head with a pillow to block the sunlight from hitting my face. “It's past 7 am.” I heard him say. I sigh, “Okay. You can leave if you want to. I will continue to sleep, I stayed up too late.” I instantly feel his weight at the edge of the bed. He goes silent for a little while and then he starts to bid his goodbye.“I guess, we'll see each other again next week.” Oh, I hope not. “ Oh, by the way I cooked you breakfast.” Until now, he still hasn't known me all too well. I don't eat breakfast. A coffee is enough for me. “Thank you for the one last night. I'll leave now, Aurella. Bye.” It took him a couple

My eyes are quick to glare at Elle because of what she said. It's been years since the last time we saw each other yet she's still a huge fan of Bryce Tryst. She's still trying to push me towards someone that I hate with every part of me. “Elle, what are you trying to do?” Elle just shrugs her shoulders and sweetly smiles at me. “I'm not trying to do anything. I'm just telling the truth. Bryce Tryst is the man you love the most.” Paige fakes a cough to enter the conversation, “If I were you, I wouldn't want nor ever try to piss off Aurella that way.” “Uh-huh, we all know that she hates that particular him and that she never wants to hear that him.” Liv adds. If there's only a way to make them all forget about Bryce Tryst's existence, I would make them forget. They're my friends, yeah. But they find it amusing every time that man's name is mentioned in our conversations. They know I despise him, yet it feels like they are willing to do anything just to bring him up. “You know wha