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increase your reputation. "Actually, I'm a newbie, there are many things I don't have much experience with, I can do whatever I'm assigned to, but the Head of Department assigned me... a promotional plan for exclusive cosmetics. I know this is a big project that needs a lot of experience, I'm afraid I can't afford the job, so I've been sitting here all night to do some thorough research."

I asked quietly. "I do not want to do this right now, Vie," he clipped in a low tone. Oh yes, I was in big trouble. I just wish he would tell me why because at this point, I had done so many things tonight I couldn't figure out which one would have made him this way. With that thought came the knowledge that I had done something I had never done before. I had pissed off my Dom.

All the sleepiness run away from me when I saw the scene in front of me. " What are you doing?" " What do you think that I am doing?" " Why didn't you unlock the door?" " Do I need to lock the doors in my own room?" I feel like hanging myself there seeing him like that.

��... 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘯𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘬𝘴... 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘦

As she looked at me expectantly, I continued, "Imagine you have a pair of well-branded sneakers that you've worn for a long time. It seems that the left pair starts to show more wear and tear than the right. It's always tripping you up and getting dirtier faster. Meanwhile, the right pair remains in good condition. One day, while walking down the street, you notice that the left shoe is critically damaged. It's still holding together, but barely. Despite its age and damage, you still love those sneakers. You have the choice to either fix them or buy a new pair. What would you do?" She rubbed her chin, deep in thought, before replying, "I'd fix it." "Why?" I asked. "As you said, those sneaker

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END

"I believe you want to tell me something. Do pray tell. Please be prompt with it as I don't have the luxury nor the honor to accommodate such a busy CEO like you." After a moment of hesitation, Aiden opened his mouth and said. "Why did you leave? And if I hadn't asked my assistant about your well-being when I came back from my business trip, You'd really go and disappear just like that? From whom are you running away? Me? Why? Do you hate me that much? What about my children? Do you plan on raising them alone, without a father?"

“Why do you have this?” Safiya’s voice was gentle but firm. “Because I was the one who made sure you were born.” Ayesha’s world tilted. “No.” She stepped back. Her mother watched her carefully. “Did you ever wonder why you were different, Ayesha?” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. She thought of all the times she had survived what should have killed her. All the times she had been faster, stronger, smarter than everyone else. Her ability to process information faster than normal.

"Did he say that?" She nodded. "You know what hurts? he won't tell me why. He'd rather let me overthink myself to death than give me straight answers. It's disheartening and frustrating and I keep wondering if it's because he doesn't think I'm good enough or maybe he just doesn't love me enough" she let out an exhale, wiping her cheeks as she felt a tear drop on them. "My child" Martha pulled her into a warm hug. "David loves you, don't you ever doubt that" she stroked her hair gently. "Everybody has a reason for doing the things they do and I strongly believe David has his own reasons for holding back"

But the stubborn me didn’t listen to let the topic go, so I kept poking the beast, “Why? Make me understand why you don’t want it to happen, Elijah!” “Because I don’t want you to die, goddamn it!”