CHLOE"You know you're beautiful, aren't you?" Malori asked me while still giving me her judging stares. I narrowed my eyes and then gave her a smirk.What is this woman doing? Is she trying to intimidate me because of Elliot or because of Trace? Duh! She was the one flirting with Trace while looking at Elliot with such longing. I made a sarcastic sound. She's so transparent; now she has the audacity to approach me, sounding and acting like a jilted wife."Excuse me, are you talking to me?" I asked her nicely. Hoping I can still appeal to her good side. I am always polite. My mom raised me to be obedient and not spoiled."Who else? It's just the two of us here. Don't play dumb, Barbie.""I'm sorry, I don't understand what you're saying," I reacted in a bitch way. I am nice, but if someone acts rudely towards me, I can respond in the same manner."Oh! So it's true that you can't speak and understand Tagalog," Malori stated, then let out a derisive laugh. I rolled my eyes at that. Malor
TRACE After I gave the uppercut to Elliot in response to the punch he gave me, he staggered back. I hate the fact that he's tough in a brawl. He came straight at me to retaliate for my punch, and I stepped forward to block him from advancing. As I was about to give Eut a right hook, I suddenly saw Ezekiel, Elliot's older brother, approaching me, and I didn't give him a chance to throw a punch. I faced him and pulled his necktie, slamming him onto the nearby table. I heard screams from women at the party, and some moved away to avoid getting involved with Elliot and me. Ezekiel fell to the ground after I kicked him to prevent him from getting up. The other guys were trying to help, but they were ineffective. It's Elliot's face that I wanted to smash, not Ezekiel, who's just trying to look good. "Stop that, Trace!" I heard Papa shout, but did he really think he could stop me? If he tried intervening, I'd be even more determined to cause a scene. I saw Elliot coming, so I grabbed a
CHLOEThe throbbing pain in my head jolted me awake, but I shut my eyes again as the sunlight blinded me. I cautiously reopened my eyes and found myself facing a glass window, prompting me to sit in bed. This differed from the guest room where Harriet and I had been staying, which had no glass windows. I was thoroughly perplexed. Where was I?Nausea washed over me, causing me to sink back onto the bed. I considered going back to sleep. Wherever this room was, it couldn't hurt to get more rest. I felt awful; this was the second time I had gotten drunk in the Philippines, and my dreams were never pleasant. In my hazy recollection, I remembered someone pointing a gun at me.I attempted to drift back to sleep, but then a pair of arms wrapped around me. I looked at those, thinking it was Harriet's, but it wasn't. It was a man's arm, and I noticed the Rolex watch on his wrist, which I had seen wearing last night by... Oh! It was...Trace?!I quickly got up, anxious, and turned to check if
TRACEShe told me to shut up, and she amazed me. If she were another woman, I might have strangled her, but not her. I want to keep and make her my most precious and loyal woman. I want her to only seek me and not be interested in anyone else.Last night, after the commotion, I brought her up to my room. Paige followed and even argued with me, insisting that Chloe be transferred to the guest room because she obviously didn't trust me. Harriet, whom I knew was also drunk because Hector was skilled at getting people drunk, didn't cause any trouble and was fast asleep in the guest room.After I laid Chloe on my bed, I didn't return to the party. I didn't want to see them all because I knew Logan and Jeru would tease me. I didn't even give a damn if they left or continued with the celebration.Since I had been devirginized, last night was the first time I slept with a woman, and nothing happened. I even masturbated three times the whole night to control my cock from turning rigid most of
CHLOEPaige’s party was ten days ago, and here I am in front of Forte Tower in BGC Taguig for the call I received yesterday telling me to report to work. I was kind of hesitant since I didn’t apply for this company. I applied to Black Builders, a triple-A construction company that I found while looking for work through online job-hunting sites.I reviewed Black Builders’ company profile, and I was impressed, even awed, by the CEO’s handsome profile that I searched on the net. The CEO is happily married with four children, Benedikt Rurik Petrov-Silva, much known as Brix Petrov-Silva. He is in his mid-thirties but still oozing awesomeness.I got so amused with the write-ups and articles about the handsome CEO of Black Builders and his wife, Ali, a famous influencer with a channel on a video-sharing site. Their family looks so lovely, and I can't help but imagine their love story, though I'm not sure if it's as perfect as depicted in the articles. If it is true, then Ali is one lucky wom
TRACE“Boss.”I opened my eyes at Isaiah's call. I was about to nap while leaning on the swivel chair inside Logan's room, a chair he used during his teenage years for playing the online game DOTA. This antique swivel chair, valued at fifty thousand US dollars, went up to two hundred thousand dollars in the auction due to Logan's arrogance and foolishness. The auctioneer presented the chair, starting the bid at fifty thousand dollars. Still, Logan, acting like a fool, immediately bid two hundred thousand dollars to impress a girl who was showcasing the item.Thinking of Logan made me smirk, and looking at Isaiah made me sigh. I shook my head to shake off my annoyance with Isaiah, who seemed to have a knack for disturbing me. I raised my brow, waiting for whatever he had to say.“Boss Logan said he needs you at the pier,” he said, further fueling my irritation towards Logan and Jake. Those idiots have been causing trouble for me, going back and forth between Manila and Sta. Monica for
CHLOE "Yes, Mom. Of course… Of course, I am doing my part here… No! Wait! I mean… You don’t need to shout, Mom. I… I just need to look for a job here while waiting for the time that I can talk to the man…” I am trying to explain to Mommy. I had just finished signing the contract in front of me, and she called at the perfect time. I was so excited to tell her that I got a project when she beat me to it with her scolding. As always… I can’t decide for myself. Sad. “As far as I remember, Chloe, we are not starving you,” Mommy angrily said. I have no idea who spilled the beans to my mommy about my job search. Probably my father or Harriet's mother. It could be either of them. And I am not saying that they are starving me; I just want to practice my profession. Is it wrong? “Are you listening, Chloe Jordan McIntyre?!” Mommy said in anger, and I knew she was really mad because she used my full name. I sighed. “I… I just want to practice–” I bit my lower lip as I stopped myself from ex
TRACE I delivered a straight punch to the guy in front of me, who gave a disrespectful answer to my question. This was the spy Logan, and Jake caught, causing delays in our transactions here in Sta. Monica. Of all the things that excite me, a disrespectful answer gets me going. I am impressed by those who have the guts to challenge me. I admire people with solid spirits who dare to do things to contradict me. There's only one meaning behind it—either they think I'm weak, or they don't know me at all. And about this jerk in front of me now. I have no plans of tolerating his heroics, especially in the face of their damned syndicate opposing us. Moreover, now that I'm pissed off because I want to go to Manila, but I can't yet. Fuck it! I can't leave Sta. Monica because of these annoying disruptions in the transactions of the Foedus people. Their interference is ruining my plans with Chloe! They're a pain in my ass! Damn them all! My plan was for Chloe to show up at Forte Konstrakt wh
Forte KonstraktTaguig City, Metro Manila, PhilippinesNovember 2021CHLOE I was in a hurry. I received a message yesterday that I needed to be at the Forte Konstrakt office strictly at 10 A.M. today. I was informed that the hotel owner had arrived to see the interior designs I had started.I didn't expect that. My schedule was supposed to be next week because Franco told me that he was supposed to introduce the artist to me first. I was the one who would talk to the artist about choosing the paintings and artworks for the hotel. I had to decide since I did the interior designs and paintings should be based on the theme preferred by the hotel owner.The theme was given, and it was weird because the hotel owner chose a dominant and masculine color scheme. It was a hotel, but the chosen colors needed to be more friendly. Anyway, I didn't care, so why should I think about it? I could suggest, but not to the point where I knew better than the owner."Hi!" I greeted Alona, Engr. Franco Ro
TRACE I heard the chuckle of the man who was tied to the chair. I gave him a stern look as he stopped me from thinking about Chloe. Whoever he is is very unlucky because I'm the one facing him. And he looks like a fool who is in a hurry to die for disturbing my thoughts of Chloe. "Who sent you here?" I asked while lighting the wrapped weeds that Isaiah handed me. "Kill me now!" he replied proudly and calmly. "You will have nothing to gain from me." He chuckled. Hah! Nice! I smirked, glancing at him. He is one of those wonderful types of opponents I have met, those whom I will not feel even a little mercy because I prefer to kill them immediately and be done with it. But I need to let him say a name first... a name that is useful so that I don't waste my time here. "Who sent you, you fool?!" I repeated the question angrily and pulled his hair so he could look directly at me, and then I blew smoke into his face. I shook my head as weeds started to work on me. The man was blo
TRACE I delivered a straight punch to the guy in front of me, who gave a disrespectful answer to my question. This was the spy Logan, and Jake caught, causing delays in our transactions here in Sta. Monica. Of all the things that excite me, a disrespectful answer gets me going. I am impressed by those who have the guts to challenge me. I admire people with solid spirits who dare to do things to contradict me. There's only one meaning behind it—either they think I'm weak, or they don't know me at all. And about this jerk in front of me now. I have no plans of tolerating his heroics, especially in the face of their damned syndicate opposing us. Moreover, now that I'm pissed off because I want to go to Manila, but I can't yet. Fuck it! I can't leave Sta. Monica because of these annoying disruptions in the transactions of the Foedus people. Their interference is ruining my plans with Chloe! They're a pain in my ass! Damn them all! My plan was for Chloe to show up at Forte Konstrakt wh
CHLOE "Yes, Mom. Of course… Of course, I am doing my part here… No! Wait! I mean… You don’t need to shout, Mom. I… I just need to look for a job here while waiting for the time that I can talk to the man…” I am trying to explain to Mommy. I had just finished signing the contract in front of me, and she called at the perfect time. I was so excited to tell her that I got a project when she beat me to it with her scolding. As always… I can’t decide for myself. Sad. “As far as I remember, Chloe, we are not starving you,” Mommy angrily said. I have no idea who spilled the beans to my mommy about my job search. Probably my father or Harriet's mother. It could be either of them. And I am not saying that they are starving me; I just want to practice my profession. Is it wrong? “Are you listening, Chloe Jordan McIntyre?!” Mommy said in anger, and I knew she was really mad because she used my full name. I sighed. “I… I just want to practice–” I bit my lower lip as I stopped myself from ex
TRACE“Boss.”I opened my eyes at Isaiah's call. I was about to nap while leaning on the swivel chair inside Logan's room, a chair he used during his teenage years for playing the online game DOTA. This antique swivel chair, valued at fifty thousand US dollars, went up to two hundred thousand dollars in the auction due to Logan's arrogance and foolishness. The auctioneer presented the chair, starting the bid at fifty thousand dollars. Still, Logan, acting like a fool, immediately bid two hundred thousand dollars to impress a girl who was showcasing the item.Thinking of Logan made me smirk, and looking at Isaiah made me sigh. I shook my head to shake off my annoyance with Isaiah, who seemed to have a knack for disturbing me. I raised my brow, waiting for whatever he had to say.“Boss Logan said he needs you at the pier,” he said, further fueling my irritation towards Logan and Jake. Those idiots have been causing trouble for me, going back and forth between Manila and Sta. Monica for
CHLOEPaige’s party was ten days ago, and here I am in front of Forte Tower in BGC Taguig for the call I received yesterday telling me to report to work. I was kind of hesitant since I didn’t apply for this company. I applied to Black Builders, a triple-A construction company that I found while looking for work through online job-hunting sites.I reviewed Black Builders’ company profile, and I was impressed, even awed, by the CEO’s handsome profile that I searched on the net. The CEO is happily married with four children, Benedikt Rurik Petrov-Silva, much known as Brix Petrov-Silva. He is in his mid-thirties but still oozing awesomeness.I got so amused with the write-ups and articles about the handsome CEO of Black Builders and his wife, Ali, a famous influencer with a channel on a video-sharing site. Their family looks so lovely, and I can't help but imagine their love story, though I'm not sure if it's as perfect as depicted in the articles. If it is true, then Ali is one lucky wom
TRACEShe told me to shut up, and she amazed me. If she were another woman, I might have strangled her, but not her. I want to keep and make her my most precious and loyal woman. I want her to only seek me and not be interested in anyone else.Last night, after the commotion, I brought her up to my room. Paige followed and even argued with me, insisting that Chloe be transferred to the guest room because she obviously didn't trust me. Harriet, whom I knew was also drunk because Hector was skilled at getting people drunk, didn't cause any trouble and was fast asleep in the guest room.After I laid Chloe on my bed, I didn't return to the party. I didn't want to see them all because I knew Logan and Jeru would tease me. I didn't even give a damn if they left or continued with the celebration.Since I had been devirginized, last night was the first time I slept with a woman, and nothing happened. I even masturbated three times the whole night to control my cock from turning rigid most of
CHLOEThe throbbing pain in my head jolted me awake, but I shut my eyes again as the sunlight blinded me. I cautiously reopened my eyes and found myself facing a glass window, prompting me to sit in bed. This differed from the guest room where Harriet and I had been staying, which had no glass windows. I was thoroughly perplexed. Where was I?Nausea washed over me, causing me to sink back onto the bed. I considered going back to sleep. Wherever this room was, it couldn't hurt to get more rest. I felt awful; this was the second time I had gotten drunk in the Philippines, and my dreams were never pleasant. In my hazy recollection, I remembered someone pointing a gun at me.I attempted to drift back to sleep, but then a pair of arms wrapped around me. I looked at those, thinking it was Harriet's, but it wasn't. It was a man's arm, and I noticed the Rolex watch on his wrist, which I had seen wearing last night by... Oh! It was...Trace?!I quickly got up, anxious, and turned to check if
TRACE After I gave the uppercut to Elliot in response to the punch he gave me, he staggered back. I hate the fact that he's tough in a brawl. He came straight at me to retaliate for my punch, and I stepped forward to block him from advancing. As I was about to give Eut a right hook, I suddenly saw Ezekiel, Elliot's older brother, approaching me, and I didn't give him a chance to throw a punch. I faced him and pulled his necktie, slamming him onto the nearby table. I heard screams from women at the party, and some moved away to avoid getting involved with Elliot and me. Ezekiel fell to the ground after I kicked him to prevent him from getting up. The other guys were trying to help, but they were ineffective. It's Elliot's face that I wanted to smash, not Ezekiel, who's just trying to look good. "Stop that, Trace!" I heard Papa shout, but did he really think he could stop me? If he tried intervening, I'd be even more determined to cause a scene. I saw Elliot coming, so I grabbed a