It hurt, but it somehow seemed more than that."You can sleep with me all you want. Like, right now," Sam said, deliberately harassing Quinn. After all, he was sick of how she was always so stiff around him. Quinn was naturally scowling, upset with his perverted tendencies. She wanted nothing more than to slap him across the face. The man certainly deserved every insult Zoe had ever thrown at him.Quinn took a deep breath and told herself to calm down…and that was when the door suddenly opened, wide."Quinn…oh!" Syd yelped when she saw Quinn on Sam's lap, and Ryan was standing right behind her.Quinn quickly sprang to her feet, surprised by the sudden intrusion.Sam's fingers were twitching, but he was otherwise much calmer than Quinn. Looking up at the pair standing at the doorway, he said, "There's nothing surprising about a married couple getting frisky."However, Quinn felt thoroughly embarrassed even as she stood beside Sam. She was supposed to be a lawyer, and her
Quinn’s tears trickled down her cheeks and landed gently on the floor. She didn’t remember how long it had been since she cried—she had become accepting of many things as she aged.That was certainly the case when she remained nonchalant, despite Sam throwing her out of his room.But at that very moment, the sense of humiliation cut her to the quick; she was overwhelmed endlessly by the disgrace and denial of dignity.She really, really hated Sam… She hated him ever since they were children! -Jay was woken up by a call, asking to confirm a filming session later that day.His career hadn’t been affected much despite his departure from the Levine family—they were certainly much nicer to him than Zoe ever was.Still, he couldn’t fall asleep after being woken, and he felt a throbbing headache that hurt terribly.Alcohol was terrible. Period. It couldn't even help you forget your pain. In fact, it made the agony worse! He lay in bed and checked the group chat, and saw Bob an
Jay watched as Zoe headed to the distance, and smiled wistfully.It seemed he was the only one who couldn’t get over the past.As he rose to his feet, his whole body seemed frozen stiff.He thought about leaving, but for some reason, he was following Zoe instead, keeping a distance between them as he did.It was very cold and very late, so there weren’t many others on the streets. Zoe was alone…so it was dangerous for her. Zoe didn’t notice she was being followed, since her only thought was to have her apple pie and head back.Soon, she arrived at the stall and made an order. The owner asked her, "Your boyfriend's not with you today?""He's busy," she replied, keeping her head lowered.Even if she was canceled, she was still a public figure. Thus, she didn’t want to be recognized. "You know, your boyfriend’s really nice," the owner chuckled. "He came by this one time, and was worried it'd get cold before he got home, so he kept it under his clothes. Surely you know how hot
Fortunately, Jay only had flesh wounds. The car was stopped in time, and the collision was slight. He had bled a lot on the ground, but his vitals were fine. However, his doctor insisted he stay the night at the hospital for observation.Having issued his instructions, the doctor left, leaving just Jay and Zoe alone.Zoe placed all the bills, papers and medication on top of his bedside drawer, saying, "These are your receipts for admittance, and some of the medicine you need to take and apply. Also, your phone’s broken." Jay stared at her then, with a distant and estranged gaze."Do you want to borrow my phone to call the Levines?" Zoe asked, holding out her phone to him."No," he said, shaking his head.Zoe didn’t push him either, since he never liked to bother the Levines. After all, he had to keep up his appearance to not cause them trouble. "Do you need a care worker?" Zoe asked.Jay refused. "No. It's not that serious.""Okay," Zoe nodded. "I'm leaving if there's noth
Throughout the entire month, Cordy never met John, or received his call or text.Naturally, she was expecting none of that either.She had actually been busy as the Startstream High Fashion made a relatively easy venture into the market and drew plenty of attention. Their sales were rising by the day, and Starstream Group's stock market value was in turn increasing like clockwork, catching up and even surpassing many other elite enterprises of North City. Naturally, they still had a long way from the top since those were legacies forged over multiple generations.But one way or another, her rise was meteoric, and most amongst business circles touted her as the finest dark horse over the last decade.However, she also knew all too well that the widespread acclaim was nothing good.She always understood the principle that too much attention was never good, and even had a suspicion of a certain someone deliberately dragging her to the spotlight. Naturally, she had to play along sin
"Why?" Cordy asked, working hard to keep herself calm."I'll explain when I get back," John replied. "Are you going to announce your wedding date?" Cordy asked bluntly. John was left silent for heartbeats, while Cordy made herself very clear. "It's already expected. It doesn't affect me at all.""That's not all—""You're scarily selfish, John," she said, putting weight behind every word.John felt suffocated right then.At the same time, Cordy continued, "Whether this marriage is by your will or otherwise, Jessica Stuart considers you her partner now. It’s a legitimate relationship, so why would you keep clinging to me? Is this fair to her? Sure, I'm not that much of a saint to sympathize with someone who wants me dead, but it still disgusts me how irresponsible you can be—to her and to me.""I will never marry Jessica Stuart," John repeated, his tone somber and obviously repressing his rage. "That's your business," Cordy snapped, losing control as well. "You can do whateve
Jay said, "Johnny would never hurt you.""Well, he’s really testing the limits of my patience!" Cordy snapped, and shut the door violently in his face. Jay pursed his lips; he could see Cordy's rage. He wasn’t sure if John would ever earn Cordy's forgiveness from this.Behind the door, Cordy's heart was ablaze even as she repeatedly told herself to calm down and think of a way to leave.She wasn’t about to let anyone do whatever they wanted to her, let alone someone like John!Her eyes narrowing, she called Patrick."What time are you arriving? I'll be there to receive you," he said, as forthright as ever."I can't make it. There's people stopping me."Patrick paused for a moment, but soon asked, "John Levine?""Yeah.""And you need my help.""That’s right.""I'll be right there," Patrick said without hesitation."Okay."Cordy hung up, pinning all her hopes on Patrick.-When Cordy opened her door in the afternoon, Jay was still standing outside along with the bodygu
Cordy didn’t chase Jay away after lunch, nor did he volunteer to leave.He stayed on the couch, watching the television while Cordy worked in her study.It was an amicable sight, though Jay had been yawning many times as he sat on the couch.He would never admit to himself that he had been losing sleep, even going sleepless on occasion.Still, he shouldn’t be this sleepy…Deciding that television might be too boring, he whipped out his phone to browse through videos and news articles, which were all obsessing over the Stuarts' charity ball tonight.Even as he browsed through everything, Jay's eyelid was drooping; he soon fell asleep with his phone still in his hand. Cordy stepped out of her study and watched as Jay lay on the couch, his breathing turning rhythmic.She had spiked his pasta with sleeping pills—she had some ready in her house, since she lost sleep on occasion too.Still, the pills worked faster than she had expected. She had been under the impression that it wou