The noise coming from my alarm clock invades both of my ears and it results in making me groan. I always forget to set my alarm clock to wake me up a little later than the usual time. And who else is here to blame? No one, but me. I used to get up very early and start my day energetically even before the clock strikes 7 am. But that was before. I constantly have to remind myself that everything has changed. Even the slightest detail included in my morning routine. I reach out for the alarm clock on the bedside table to turn it off. And then I bury my face back into the soft pillows as I try to inwardly convince myself to do all the plans I made last night. I have a strong feeling that I will fail and disappoint those plans. Right now, every part of my body agrees to the idea of staying in bed even for the whole day. Laziness has now taken its finest and ultimate form. I fear that I wouldn't be able to conquer it. But since I'm not a kid anymore, I choose to climb off of my bed. Usi

“Can you befriend Bryce for me?” I plaster my best smile in front of him. But even though it's my best smile, I know it looks the opposite of it.“Befriend Bryce? Bryce who? Bryce Tryst?” He is somehow... confused.“Yeah,” I inwardly tell myself to erase the pretentious smile on my lips. It almost felt like I was tearing my own self apart. “Bryce Tryst.” I know that I have to look down for a moment because I feel like I'm being filled with so much shame right now. But to be honest, the amount of confidence that I hold right now is unbelievable though.I don't want to pay someone else to do this for me. I just need someone obsessed with me who's willing to do everything for me. And there's no one else who's super obsessed with me but Vincent. Only Vincent Percival.“That doesn't sound like a simple favor for me. It sounds like it has something else. Like, a hidden agenda maybe? Or maybe I'm wrong.”“Sketchy, I know. But I don't know what to do anymore, I'm losing my mind.”Am I serious

After I arrive at my jewelry store, my secretary immediately informs me that I have an incoming meeting with my board of directors. The said meeting will happen after lunch, so I will leave my store again to eat lunch and then head to the building of my company.“Thanks, Rina.” I thank Rina before leaving my office. I only had a couple of seconds here and then I set off again to get myself lunch.Driving through the city, I pass by any other restaurants that offer well-known and healthy dishes in Chicago. It's been a long time since I let myself eat foods that are not advisable for models.With that, I stop in my favorite fast-food chain that I plan to eat at my office in the building. The meeting wouldn't start without me. Of course, they will have to wait. I am the CEO after all.“Enjoy your food, ma'am!” I sweetly smiled at the lady that handed me my food. I quickly storm out of the place the moment that I got done dealing with the lady at the counter. I can say that I'm lucky enou

Vincent quickly separates himself from me when the elevator opens and reveals a man in front of us. He clears his throat as the man proceeds to walk inside the elevator. And when his back is on us, Vincent looks at me naughtily with a small smirk formed by his lips. Judging by his looks, he doesn't seem like he just finger-fucked me and did it smoothly and confidently. I can't think of the exact reason why, but there is something about men that feels like a natural skill when it comes to wanting to touch women. It's like, it's a part of their nature to be an expert towards it. They know what to do and they know how to do it. I mean, some men out there can't even find the right habit that they're good at, but extremely skillful when it comes to romancing a woman. I guess they're all just self-taught. It might be the reason why such porn videos exist on the internet. As the elevator moves up, the silence continues to reign on us. It must be a torture for him not having the capabilit

Vincent and I didn't hump for a very long time. The moment that he had once again reached his climax, and as I reach mine, we decided to lay on the bed beside each other. I suppose we are both now satisfied with what we have done. But I can still feel him catching his breath while our eyes focus at the bedroom ceiling. “I heard Bryce will launch a collection of your own designs.” Out of the blue, Vincent says without looking at me. It was the opposite on my side because that made me look at him. “Where did you hear about that?” Vincent nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “From his friends.” His friends? So they all know that Bryce had been trying to sabotage my business for a long time now? Friends... so does that mean Conrad knows? Or maybe I'm wrong. “That's kind of odd,” I return my sight at the bedroom ceiling. “Why would he tell his friends? How desperate is he to tell his friends? Please don't tell me that he has been asking them for help.” I almost sound like bragging. B