Euphoria Ashtray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"My little wife wanted to surprise me with a gift?" Scarlet nodded. Like a schoolboy opening his first Christmas present, he tears out the fancy paper hastily. Inside was a beautiful crystal ashtray in the shape of a heart. Ace looks at the ashtray as if studying a project. "This is beautiful." He pronounced after a while but waited for an elucidation from Scarlet. "The ashtray is my heart." She outlines the shape of it with the tips of her fingers. "Every time you nip the cigarette on it you nip it on my heart injuring me every time you smoke. That is why I bought you a heart-shaped ashtray."

This is our group’s spot for practices, making assignments or projects and for relaxing. There’s a bench that can fit all of us though we often prefer to sit on the ground covered with green grasses. The trees are surrounding the whole place that made it look more relaxing. It’s filled with fresh air in here. Teagan sat on the ground and Yukira laid on his lap. Yunho wrapped his arm around Unira. Their actions made Scarlet and I vomit. “Ew, gross,” Scarlet commented and act as if she’s about to vomit. “Yeah, I don’t want to look at them,” I laughed.

“You really went all out!” “Only the best for our collaboration,” I said, gesturing toward a polished table filled with our creations. “Take a look at these.” She approached the table, her expression shifting to one of wonder as she examined the sleek bottles. “Wow! This one looks amazing,” she said, picking up a silver bottle with intricate engravings. “What do you call it?” “‘Euphoria,’” I replied, my heart racing a little. “It’s designed to lift your mood based on the time of day. Care to test it?”

Steffy automatically kicked the side of his leg when she heard that, making him groan in pain. "What's that for? Jeez," moaned the young man. Steffy took a few steps and sat at her usual spot. Taking an expensive cigarette, she lighted it up and casually put it between her lips. "Do you smoke?" she asked him. "You bet!" She tossed the pack along with a golden lighter. Yolo expertly caught them both. "Woah. These are expensive!" In his hand was a pack of Ashton VSG Corona Gorda, one of the most in-demand luxury cigars on the market.

The customer before me smirked, making my stomach turn. “No. I don’t.” I turned away coldly, holding the tray to my chest. “What’s your name first?” He held my wrist back. The forced gentleness in his tone made me cringe. I eyed him straight. I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I didn't give him my name. So I heaved a deep sigh and spoke. “Euphoria.” “Euphoria?” Rose, one of the strippers gaped as soon as I uttered my name.

The hotel suite Asher was staying in overlooked the skyline of Singapore, all chrome towers and glass, buzzing with power and motion like the boardrooms he’d been living in since landing. His jacket was tossed across the arm of a velvet chair, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he sat in front of his laptop, spreadsheets and acquisition files open in neatly organized tabs. His phone buzzed beside him. Another notification. “Transaction approved – $17,530.00 - Wacom MobileStudio Pro Bundle” He smirked. A second buzz. “$52,890 – Digital design software license.” Then a third. “$91,540 – Custom ergonomic chair.” He exhaled, leaned back, and rubbed his jaw, a small chuckle escaping. “You really

A damp towel lies crumpled at the foot of the bed, another one abandoned near the door like it gave up halfway to the bathroom. My gaze snags on the nightstand. An open bottle of lube. Lid missing. A tied, used condom is tossed carelessly beside it. On the desk sits an overflowing ashtray with a half-smoked blunt balanced on the rim, ash threatening to spill onto a stack of papers. Next to it, a half-eaten pizza congeals in its box, grease bleeding into cardboard. The air smells like smoke, stuffiness, and stale takeout. Something inside me twitches.