parsley clenched her hands, "Uncle, I... ""You can tell me, I already know. I saw the news this morning. They were talking about a girl and, even though there were no pictures, I know it must've been you. Am I right?" He didn't pause for an answer, instead of rushing on to praise him. "Mr. Sterling is really nice to you to take you out to a place like that." A glint sparkled in his eye, and an uneasy feeling grew in her stomach. Was it the tea?He nodded, quick to push the subject aside.Dalton continued, "parsley, since Mr. Sterling treats you well, I was wondering, can you do me a favor?"There, he said it. Her heart gave its last pulses as it sank, like a sunken submarine tumbling to the black-depths. She remembered what Ryan had said and hated him at that moment. Why did everyone know better than her? "What is it?" she said quietly."Well, I mentioned it before; I'm out of debt thanks to Stephan, but then you left him... Two days ago, some men came to our house and threatened to
Ryan stood over her, a protective hand resting on her back. "Why are you still crying? I can give them more money to hit themselves if you want." He chuckled.She shrank away from him. He cut a lonely figure in the world, at once in but apart from it. His own family was tortured enough. How could he understand that she was crying because, at that moment, her only family in the world was gone?And that made her think of her father and mother, who she missed very much, making her cry even more.Dylan lowered himself to her high and fixed her gaze with his. "Enough." His voice was low, not pleasant - commanding, but softer. parsley looked at him tearfully, still could not control herself.Ryan knitted his brows impatiently, leaned down, and kissed her lips gently, and then he sucked at her lower lip.She froze and stared, and a few seconds later, she woke up and shoved him away, "You... What are you doing...""Still crying?" He lifted his hand and rubbed his mouth, wiping away the crysta
HIMO was an industry owned by the Sterling Group.A man in suit and tie and a pair of rimless glasses came over to them, "You must be Miss Schultz. Come in, please."parsley paused."This is the general manager of the HIMO VIP service department, whose last name is Green." Mark said, resting a palm on Mr. Green's shoulder. "Miss Schultz, you can call Mr. Green for help at any time during your shopping."She took a deep breath, well, it seemed that she was not going shopping, but took whatever she liked from HIMO--Ryan's big wardrobe. Accompanied by Mark and Mr. Green, parsley walked into HIMO.Mr. Green took parsley to the women's wear department and stopped at MiuMiu's counter. He smiled kindly, "Mr. Sterling said that this brand is quite suitable for Miss Schultz."parsley nodded, "I'll go by myself. You must be very busy, and I don't want to bother you." Then she turned to Mark, "You too. I can do it myself.""Mr. Sterling told us to wait on you, Miss Schultz." Mark raised his eyeb
It must be Stephan hacking Valerie with money so that she could afford to spend lavishly in HIMO, which was owned by the Sterling Group.parsley mocked herself as she thought of it. Her ex-fiancé must have gone about with Valerie for a long time, and even supported Valerie secretly, while she herself, his fiancée, had been like an outsider, knowing nothing at all.Valerie waved her hand to stop the clerks and came to parsley swaggeringly in a warlike gesture, and lowered her voice, "Hey, you broke up with Stephan, didn't you? Where's the money coming from that allows you to shop here? How can you afford a pair of socks here without your fiancé's help?"parsley said cynically, neither overbearing nor servile, "I had never made free with Stephan's money since I was with him, unlike someone, taking herself as a hooker, and blindly asking a man for money by selling her body, even to her future brother-in-law!"Red with anger, Valerie hadn't expected that parsley dared fight back, "you bla
The pool glistened under the translucent glass dome. It was silent other than the soft lapping of water, the hotel, bright and vacant.Crouched half-naked, parsley had woken moments ago in the tan recliner by the poolside, her whole body aching. Sitting up, she'd glanced down and her blood-soaked thighs and hardly believe what had happened to her.Earlier, her fiancé, Stephan, had asked her to deliver some documents to the hotel where he was working. She remembered pacing into the room and being wrestled from behind, her mouth being smothered and lapsing unconsciousness. After that, it became fuzzy, like some erotic dream, in which she was surrounded by a man's breath, shackled by his strong arms, contorted around his torso, and used as a toy to satisfy his desires. She'd felt herself open up to him, her body ravished and pulsating, a burst of pain as he pushed himself into her as she cried out. And this man, the one in her dream - it wasn't stephan, her fiancé.But now, looking betwe
parsley knuckles whitened around the phone, her voice trembling: "Stephan?"She heard him clear his throat. "parsley? Is that you?""Did you know? Did you give me to another man?" Her voice shook with rage.No answer."What the fuck, stephan!"She'd never shouted at Stephan before, and her aunt had told her to be respectful. She wanted to throw her head back in laughter at the thought now."It was only business, babe. And if you're going to be my wife, well, it's your duty to help me," he replied confidently. "Is it necessary to question me in such a tone?" He continued. "Where is my beautiful, kind parsley ? Where has she gone?"She felt the knife turn in her gut. It had been usual for stephan to hire escorts or buy expensive gifts to impress clients occasionally, but she would never be one of them.stephan found no answer on the phone for a long time, so softened his voice. "parsley, why did you leave so soon? Did you do something to offend him?"She couldn't believe that her father
parsley was the first to break the silence. "Yes, I decided to break up with him."Dalton banged a fist down on the couch. "Why? What's going on?""I…" she hesitated, looking down at her feet. "I wanted to. I had to."Dalton waved her off. "It's normal for couples to quarrel with each other, but you don't quit. Your Mom and I argue all the time, and we're still together!" He said, waving at Norah. "You know, we are living by the Yontzs," explained Dalton, stubbing a smoke."I know, but…"Norah stood up. "Think about it for a moment! How will you support yourself? We've given you everything and have never asked for anything in return, and then you do this? What's wrong with you?" she lamented.parsley grit her teeth: "Aunt, when you adopted me, you took father's stock as payment from his company. So, actually, I don't think I owe you anything. And least of all," she said, standing to meet her gaze, "letting you decide who I should marry.""Oh! Now you answer back!" She screamed, pointi
parsley heart missed a beat. Then, carefully, she crept up the stairs towards the bedroom… and froze."Babe, am I pleased to see you." She heard stephan say. "It's been a fucking awful day."She heard a girl coo and comfort."My fiancée – your sister – she left me... She left me, Valerie. Fuck." He sighed. "And then – ha! - my uncle decided not to invest in my company. I feel like an idiot." She heads the bedsheets shift. "I don't know what I'd do without you, babe. I really need you right now." There was kissing. parsley eyed through a crack in the door."Why did parsley leave you? She's such a nice girl…" She eyed him. "Always the obedient one, that one, and terrified of crossing you," She joked. A throaty laugh. "What did you do?"He grunted. "Nothing. The girls an idiot: Too dumb to figure out how the world works, and it drives me crazy, like, how?" He huffed. "I don't want to talk about it.""I'm sorry." She soothed, throwing her arms around his neck."You're so sweet; the gentle
It must be Stephan hacking Valerie with money so that she could afford to spend lavishly in HIMO, which was owned by the Sterling Group.parsley mocked herself as she thought of it. Her ex-fiancé must have gone about with Valerie for a long time, and even supported Valerie secretly, while she herself, his fiancée, had been like an outsider, knowing nothing at all.Valerie waved her hand to stop the clerks and came to parsley swaggeringly in a warlike gesture, and lowered her voice, "Hey, you broke up with Stephan, didn't you? Where's the money coming from that allows you to shop here? How can you afford a pair of socks here without your fiancé's help?"parsley said cynically, neither overbearing nor servile, "I had never made free with Stephan's money since I was with him, unlike someone, taking herself as a hooker, and blindly asking a man for money by selling her body, even to her future brother-in-law!"Red with anger, Valerie hadn't expected that parsley dared fight back, "you bla
HIMO was an industry owned by the Sterling Group.A man in suit and tie and a pair of rimless glasses came over to them, "You must be Miss Schultz. Come in, please."parsley paused."This is the general manager of the HIMO VIP service department, whose last name is Green." Mark said, resting a palm on Mr. Green's shoulder. "Miss Schultz, you can call Mr. Green for help at any time during your shopping."She took a deep breath, well, it seemed that she was not going shopping, but took whatever she liked from HIMO--Ryan's big wardrobe. Accompanied by Mark and Mr. Green, parsley walked into HIMO.Mr. Green took parsley to the women's wear department and stopped at MiuMiu's counter. He smiled kindly, "Mr. Sterling said that this brand is quite suitable for Miss Schultz."parsley nodded, "I'll go by myself. You must be very busy, and I don't want to bother you." Then she turned to Mark, "You too. I can do it myself.""Mr. Sterling told us to wait on you, Miss Schultz." Mark raised his eyeb
Ryan stood over her, a protective hand resting on her back. "Why are you still crying? I can give them more money to hit themselves if you want." He chuckled.She shrank away from him. He cut a lonely figure in the world, at once in but apart from it. His own family was tortured enough. How could he understand that she was crying because, at that moment, her only family in the world was gone?And that made her think of her father and mother, who she missed very much, making her cry even more.Dylan lowered himself to her high and fixed her gaze with his. "Enough." His voice was low, not pleasant - commanding, but softer. parsley looked at him tearfully, still could not control herself.Ryan knitted his brows impatiently, leaned down, and kissed her lips gently, and then he sucked at her lower lip.She froze and stared, and a few seconds later, she woke up and shoved him away, "You... What are you doing...""Still crying?" He lifted his hand and rubbed his mouth, wiping away the crysta
parsley clenched her hands, "Uncle, I... ""You can tell me, I already know. I saw the news this morning. They were talking about a girl and, even though there were no pictures, I know it must've been you. Am I right?" He didn't pause for an answer, instead of rushing on to praise him. "Mr. Sterling is really nice to you to take you out to a place like that." A glint sparkled in his eye, and an uneasy feeling grew in her stomach. Was it the tea?He nodded, quick to push the subject aside.Dalton continued, "parsley, since Mr. Sterling treats you well, I was wondering, can you do me a favor?"There, he said it. Her heart gave its last pulses as it sank, like a sunken submarine tumbling to the black-depths. She remembered what Ryan had said and hated him at that moment. Why did everyone know better than her? "What is it?" she said quietly."Well, I mentioned it before; I'm out of debt thanks to Stephan, but then you left him... Two days ago, some men came to our house and threatened to
Holy shit. People called this guy Mr. McDreamy? Why the hell did so many girls had a crush on him, she thought.These netizens were more interested in Ryan than in the "fresh meat" of the moment (her). Waiting for her to be dumped? Well, she would like to thank her cyber friends very much if that were ever to come true!She didn't care, not really. If anything, she felt bad for his fans. He was really not the man they made him out to be. What would they do if they know their McDreamy was a pervert? Then, an idea-parsley thought for a while and then entered the registration page.Um... Her nickname of the account would be…She rolled her eyes, and three words appeared under her slender fingers on the iPad, Super Pervert Sterling.Then, she commented after the news. "The woman is innocent! It's easy to know a man's face, but not his heart. How can you be sure that Ryan Sterling is as good as you think? Let me tell you, and he is a pervert!" After, parsley felt much better. She forked a
Kevin winced as a montage of images flashed across his vision, Ryan, hands rested on the back of her head, forcing her mouth down on him, choking her, Her beneath him, her nails raking his back, as he thrusts deep inside of her, parsley bent over a table, hands balled as he held her by the hips and thrusts, hard and fast into her, cumming across her back. As Ryan said, parsley was his pet... parsley, fearing Kevin's outburst, forced an easy smile, "Kevin, it's getting late. I think we should leave." She said, tugging at Ryan's arm. "Let's go, baby. The party is over." Ryan, holding her hand, nodded, and they walked straight towards the door.parsley was taken by Ryan to the hotel entrance. Ryan waved over a valet and gave him a ticket, and they waited for the car to arrive. She took the opportunity to withdraw her hand from his, stepped back and frowned at him. "Is it necessary to do these kinds of things?""You bet." He said.She took a deep breath, "Please, don't ruin Kevin's comp
Everyone gasped and were enthralled by what was happening on stage.It seemed obvious to Parsley and, she suspected, to everyone else, that the speaker had no clue what was going on between the two men either. He sank uneasily into the background, glanced around, bemused, and then slunk off stage. parsley wanted to laugh if it wasn't all oh so sad.She hoped Kevin wouldn't lose his temper. That would practically force Ryan, with his large ego, to come down hard on him.Finally, Kevin unclenched his fists and shook hands with Ryan and, gracefully but with some irony in his tone, said, "Mr. Sterling, you are taking your joke a little too far. Why not tell me in advance? Are you afraid of a disagreement?""No jokes, no surprises," Ryan said, diplomatically, dismissing Kevin's hidden barbs out of hand. Disappointed journalists started snapping pictures again, and they began to interview the two men for the details about their future relationship. After all, both of them were obviously ver
He noticed how her breasts swelled beneath the hugging fabric of the dress as if waiting for his caress. Though she had a sweet and round face, he was constantly surprised to be reminded her mature, her body was.He stared at her so viciously that she felt a little ashamed. She wanted to cover her breasts with her hands, but she dared not.He got up and walked over, moved his hands up to her head and pulled up her hair, and where his fingers touched her skin, she felt a tingle of the head, and she instinctively shrank back but found he only pulled out a necklace and put it on her neck."How can you wear an evening dress without jewelry?" He put back her hair after that.The necklace glimmered with a blue gem on the pendant.parsley hesitated, "This necklace... It must be very expensive."She hated taking anything from him and feeling like she owed her more than she already did. It was more leverage he had over her."It's nothing compared to the price I've paid for you." He lifted her f
He vowed that he would never have any relationship with the Smiths, let alone ask Mr. Smith for help. Therefore, he had always rejected his father's goodwill, and he believed that he could create his own world without relying on his backstabbing family.In fact, he did."Mr. Wills, if you don't leave, I'll call security." The secretary said with an emphatic pronunciation.Kevin loosened his fingers and, finally, turned away.The office door shut, Ryan stood with his hands in his trousers, his expression rather cold. It seemed that the relationship between parsley and Kevin was better than he thought. His mouth pressed into a hard line, he thought for a while and called in Mark.Mark immediately came in, "Sir."Ryan narrowed his eyes, "JK always wants the investment from the F&H Group, right?"Ryan remembered Mr. Wilson, the president of F&H Group, had mentioned it when they played golf together last month.Though JK had technology and innovation, it was a start-up company and required