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
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
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
CHLOE'S POV June 2021 23rd Street, New York, USA "Chloe McIntyre! Wait!" I stopped in my tracks when I heard his voice. Oliver James, my handsome boss and the CEO of the company where I've been working for a year. Being one of the junior interior designers, it was my ladder to keep him close. This guy was the man of my dreams. Why the hell not? He was a perfect gentleman, wealthy, and had a good heart. Twenty per cent of his company's earnings were distributed to his chosen charities. He's just too good to be true, and… he's mine. Wondering the possible reason, I stood beside my car and waited for him to come closer. "Hey, Oliver!" I smiled at him. He was almost catching his breath when he finally stood before me. "Going home already?" "Ah, yeah," I said, tucking loose strands of hair behind my ear. "What's the matter? Do you need anything?" "Well, I just wanna ask you something." He shrugged. It felt like heaven as we exchanged glances. He seemed to be musing in his deep t
TRACE'S POV June 2021 El Tierra City, Salvacion, Philippines "What did you do last night, Trace?!" My father, Governor Patricio Salvacion Dimagiba, Sr., angrily asked. I faced my father and grinned at his flushed face. He seemed like an overripe tomato in my eyes. He was an entertaining sight. The fuck! Then I cocked my head aside and wondered why it was late for them to hear about the shit I did. It seems like the people of Salvacion were slow to anticipate my scandals. Fuck! This is getting boring. I shrugged. Maybe they think I'm getting softer? Kinder? For fucks's sake, that won't happen. I was about to answer him when I was interrupted by the woman who suddenly approached him and held my father's arm. Wow! Fucking sweet! I smirked. The fucking she-devil was still here?! What the hell with this bitch? "Patrick, reporters are waiting for you outside." The slut, who was dressed smart-casually, informed my father. I scoffed and shot the woman with a malicious look. Louisiann
TRACE January 2018 Agrianthropos City My gaze darted around the room filled with five naked women. The three European women were part of the new ones who arrived on the island just yesterday. Jake sent them to Logan. They are models at Jake's modeling agency who aren't primarily modeling to make money. The other two, a Japanese and a Korean, are from Chase. Chase is one of the newly recruited members of our organization, and we, the founders, allowed him to have a casa here on the island; his main business is selling pussies. About Jake, he is one of the seven founders, which includes me, and has an agency. Jake's prostitution or pussy selling was concealed behind the modeling agency. Jake's bitches are all clean because Jake makes sure of that. What's the point of being a doctor if the femininity of his models can't be cleaned up at all? "Master," the blonde European said in a seductive whisper when she got close to me. The woman had an angelic appearance and a serene smile. She
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