TYSHA What is Rue's problem? He's clearly taking it out on me. In the end, I shook my head and followed him into the living room. As he settled on the couch, I removed my coat. I could feel his eyes on me, and a tinge of shame crept in, but I tried to brush it off. In my mind, I kept hoping to see some sign of progress in the way he looked at me, especially if I dressed sexier every session. But just like earlier, he rolled his eyes at me, and I couldn't help but feel offended. What the heck is his problem? If he weren't a man, I'd think he's going through a period or something. I sighed, refusing to let my irritation ruin my mood. I pulled out my notebook dedicated to Rue and checked my guide for our session. "So, let’s continue building up your preferences about sensual things," I began. In the sensual part of constructing his preferences, I had listed several aspects we needed answers to, each one making my heart beat faster. Tonight's session was making me more nervous than
TYSHA Is Rue jealous? The idea made my cheeks go red and my heart beat faster. Nah, that can't be. Why would he be jealous, right? It's not like he likes me or anything. But there's this lingering doubt, like trying to understand a look on Rue's face. I wonder if there's something more to our connection than I thought. It's confusing, and maybe Rue is feeling something new too. “I’m just saying I find it disgusting to kiss a woman whom Charles kissed last night,” he stated. “He didn't kiss me, alright?” I clarified in a calm voice, attempting to keep our conversation from escalating. His annoyance flared up again when he heard what I said. “Oh, stop lying!” That time, I lost it. “I’m not!” I spat back with the same intensity. What the hell is Rue's problem, seriously? It's like he's got this personal mission to mistrust and scrutinize every move I make. First, he's convinced I kissed Charles when that's not even close to the truth. Then, he questions me about some non-existen
RUE "Do you feel fine now?" Tysha asked me, spooning a bit of the strawberry ice cream pint. After our heated argument, she suggested we take a break and indulge in some ice cream, citing the stress-relieving properties of sweets. Luckily, my penthouse had a stash of ice cream pints. She opted for strawberry, while I settled for vanilla. I wasn't much of an ice cream enthusiast, but as a gesture to make up for the hurtful words I'd thrown at her earlier, I joined her on this sugary diversion. "Yeah. How about you?" I reciprocated the question, hoping that this impromptu ice cream break would help diffuse the lingering tension between us. I felt a surge of guilt as I saw her eyes welling up with tears earlier. Something in me tightened, pulling me back to reality. After all, between her and Charles, my friend had a higher tendency to lie. "Yup," Tysha answered shortly, offering a smile. Just knowing that we both understood each other made me feel better. It reminded me that, even
TYSHA Rue and I were making out, things getting hotter by the second. He decided to playfully bite my lower lip, and it got me to let out an involuntary moan. "That's right, baby. Moan for me," Rue said in the middle of our kisses. The whole scene was charged with desire, and it felt so damn real. Then, like flipping a switch, everything started to fade. The details blurred, and the connection we had just evaporated. It was like reality was slipping away, and bam, I woke up. I woke up and looked around at my real surroundings. The strong emotions from the dream faded away, leaving behind the last traces of sleepiness. I lay there, feeling a mix of letdown and relief. It was just a dream – a quick burst of intense feelings that only happened in my imagination. Gosh! Last night's session left such an impact on me that I even dreamt about it! Rue became the second person I kissed. Luckily, I managed to keep my V-card intact. But, yeah, I have a feeling our sessions might head in that
RUE So, after that intense kissing session with Tysha... Damn, it's all I could think about right then. The way she kissed me, it was like it left an imprint on my mind. I could almost feel her lips on mine again. I couldn't shake off the images, the taste of strawberry ice cream lingering in my memory. It was like my mind was on replay, going back to that moment over and over again. And, hell, I couldn't deny it – it got me all worked up. I tried to focus on other things, and distract myself, but my body had a mind of its own. There was this undeniable tension, a growing desire that I couldn't ignore. And before I knew it, I had a boner that demanded attention. So, there I was, dealing with the aftermath of that intense encounter, touching myself and trying to find some release for the first time after a long time. It was a mix of frustration and excitement, and, well, I guess it was time to take care of business. Tysha's kisses may have set off a spark, but right then, it was jus
TYSHA “Did you have fun tonight?” Charles asked me when we got back to our neighborhood. I stayed quiet the whole ride because I couldn't get the picture of Rue with someone else in the restaurant out of my head. It made me lose all the happy and proud feelings I had about myself. Bitterness filled me up completely. Trying not to seem unkind, I managed to force a smile on Charles. "Yeah. Thank you so much, Charles," I uttered using my quiet voice. "If that’s the case, why don’t we schedule our next date?" he teasingly suggested. Unfortunately, I was too preoccupied to decide on that. "I’ll let you know if I’m free again," I just said. "Alright." Thankfully, as soon as I entered our house, my mother and father were already asleep. I wouldn’t have to explain to them about the bouquet that I got from Charles. The quietness of the house gave me a moment to let out a deep sigh, feeling a mix of emotions swirling within me. Seeing Rue at the same restaurant with someone else stirr
RUESeated at the head of the conference table, I glanced over the documents before me as the room buzzed with the low hum of discussion. The board meeting was in full swing, and my attention focused on the upcoming launch of Slumberlux's new product next month.However, my mind was so preoccupied with my conversation with Tysha last night.Thinking she went home to Charles' house made me go mad so I called her to ease what I was feeling.She kind of cleared my head a little when she told me she was back in their house. But she did not leave my mind. Even in the middle of our board meeting, all I thought about was her. Damn!As the discussion progressed in the conference room, one of my employees, Alice, stood to present her report. She cleared her throat and began, "Good morning, everyone. I'm here to update you on the status of the material
TYSHA “What’s this, Frederick?” My lips parted in shock when Rue’s driver handed me a huge bouquet of red roses. It was so beautiful and looked very expensive—way too good for someone like me. “It’s from Mr. Colterzon, Miss Clifford,” he simply said, holding the car door open for me. “This is so unnecessary!” I gasped. Still, my eyes lingered on the beautiful bouquet. My cheeks reddened when I remembered our late night talk over the phone. I mentioned that I was touched when Charles gave me a bouquet, probably the reason why he gave me one as well tonight. As I settled into the car, I just smiled. Even though it felt a bit too much, those red petals made me feel warm inside. It made me think about how nice it is to have unexpected moments like this. Gosh! I really don’t know how Ru
TYSHAAm I really going to be the billionaire’s wife? Everything still felt surreal. When Rue finally got down on one knee and popped the question, I swear my heart skipped a beat. For a moment, I was frozen, not quite believing what was happening. It was like time stood still as I processed the moment.At first, I'll admit, I had my doubts. I mean, after I talked to his grandfather, that was when I realized that I answered his call and that he heard everything I said. Like gosh! What if he no longer proposed to me after I declined his grandfather’s offer to marry him? God knew how I barely had a sleep the night after that realization of mine. Although what I meant by my refusal was… I didn’t wanna marry Rue for money, I still felt scared that if ever he, indeed, heard our conversation, he would think I didn’t want to marry him in general. No. That was the complete opposite of what I was feeling. If I were to settle down, to build a life with someone, it would be with him.Marria
RUEI used to doubt love. I used to think that it was just a distraction, something that got in the way of real goals and messed with your head. Growing up, I saw too many relationships fall apart and people getting hurt, including my family. So, I promised myself I wouldn't let that happen to me. Focus on work, keep emotions in check—that was my rule.Then I met Tysha on that one special night in Eventide Cabaret.Everything changed. She wasn't like anyone else I'd ever known. There was something about her that drew me in. At first, I fought it. I told myself it was just a phase and that I'd get over it. But the more time I spent with her, the more I realized she wasn't a distraction. She was exactly what I needed—she set fire to my sleeping lust.“Every time I walk you to your room, it leads to lovemaking,” I whispered in between our kisses. Right after she accepted my not-so-spontaneous proposal, she pulled me into her room to continue our kissing session.“Next time, you won’t
RUE“I won’t marry Rue.”I couldn’t believe what I just heard. Tysha’s words echoed in my mind, bouncing around like they were trying to make sense but failing miserably.When she accidentally answered my call, I didn’t hang up, especially when I heard my grandfather’s voice talking to her. I was mad at Grandpa for offering Tysha money to marry me, but I stayed silent because I wanted to hear her answer. I never expected her answer would break me.“Our relationship is not a transaction, Mr. Colterzon. Just so you know. While I appreciate your concern for our future, marrying him should come from our hearts, not a financial incentive,” I heard Tysha continue. “So, no. I won’t marry him for money.”After that, I ended the call before she even noticed I was listening to her conversation with my grandfather.I felt a mix of emotions. I was angry at my grandfather for interfering, for thinking that money could solve everything. But Tysha’s words cut deeper. She didn’t want to marry me, eve
TYSHA“You wouldn’t be able to drive us home?” I asked Rue on the other line. I had just finished all my classes for the day when he called.“No. We just had an emergency meeting at the company. But I’ll send Fred,” he offered, but I immediately refused.“No need. I can drive us myself.”“Okay. Just tell the kids I’ll visit them later,” Rue said before ending the call.As I continued gathering my things to leave the faculty room, one of my co-teachers approached me with a curious look.Tysha, someone’s looking for you,” my co-teacher whispered, nodding toward the entrance. I glanced up from my stack of papers, my heart doing a little flip. Who could it be? A parent? Another teacher? “Huh? Really?” I tried to sound nonchalant, but my pulse quickened. The school day had been ordinary so far, and I wasn’t prepared for any surprises.“Yes. He’s waiting in the parking lot, with lots of convoys,” my co-teacher grinned, clearly enjoying my confusion. With my co-teacher's grin, the first
TYSHARue wanted to introduce our kids to his mother and grandfather and the thought of it made my stomach churn with anxiety. Like, gosh!I couldn't help but overthink the whole situation. His grandfather had always hated me, ever since I was with Bryse. He did everything in his power to separate us before. And now, after all this time, I was terrified that his hatred for me would extend to our children.What if Rue’s grandfather took one look at them and saw nothing but a reminder of my past mistakes? What if he couldn't see them for the wonderful kids they are and only saw my flaws? The idea of my kids being judged or rejected because of my history was unbearable.I kept imagining different scenarios, each worse than the last. Would his grandfather's anger flare up the moment he laid eyes on them? Would he blame them for the messy past I had with his family? I could almost see the disapproval in his eyes, and feel the tension in the room.Rue seemed confident that things would be f
TYSHA“This is their picture?” Rue asked as I handed him the photo album, filled with pictures of our kids. After they had fallen asleep, he had suddenly asked to see some photos of them. Luckily, I had been making albums of their milestones.“Yeah, right after they were born,” I said proudly, sitting beside him on the couch and joining him in looking at the pictures.Rue carefully stared at each photo, his eyes filled with a mix of wonder and regret, as if trying to relive the moments he had missed. Each image seemed to pull him deeper into a past he wasn't part of, yet desperately wished he had been.He traced a finger over a picture of their first birthday, his expression softening. “Who was with you?” Rue asked quietly, his voice barely above a whisper.“My parents,” I answered simply, trying to decipher what was going through his mind.“Just them?” He glanced at me, seeking confirmation.“Yes. Just them.”“How about Charles?” he asked.I thought he might be jealous, but when I l
RUEIn a short amount of time, I became super attached to the twins. Every day without them felt like a lost chance to be their real father. That's why I found myself constantly at Tysha's house, trying to make up for lost time.I longed to bond with them, to be a presence in their lives that they could rely on. It wasn't easy, knowing that I missed out on so much, but I was determined to do better.I held out the hairbrush when my daughter Addison came out of the bathroom. Her hair was damp and clinging to her small shoulders.As usual, I was in their house again, wanting to spend more time with my children."Can I brush your hair?" I asked, hoping she'd say yes.“Okay, Daddy.” Addison nodded, a shy smile on her face, and took a seat on the stool in front of me.I took a deep breath, aware of the importance of this gesture, and of the trust she was placing in me.As I began to brush, I was careful, mindful of every stroke."Am I doing this right?" I asked, watching her reaction in th
TYSHAOkay. If I was having fun earlier about how Rue shut Celeste’s bitchy mouth, I was no longer enjoying it now.“Is it true, Tysha? You’re dating Mr. Colterzon? The billionaire?!” asked one of my coworkers. “Err…” I stammered, unable to find the right words immediately.First of all, I didn’t feel the need to tell the truth to them. Second, to be honest, I didn’t really know the answer to that. Am I dating Rue again? We used to date but does co-parenting with him count as dating?“How about Charles, Ma’am Tysha? Did you two break up already?” Another question was thrown at me. It was Rupert who asked this time. The faculty room had turned into chaos the moment I walked in after finishing my classes.Even though Celeste kept her mouth shut after what Rue said to her, the news still spread like wildfire. Fortunately, before I had to say something, Madeline came into the faculty room. "Everyone," she addressed the room sternly, "what's all this commotion? Where is your professio
TYSHASince Rue had insisted on driving us to school, and I couldn’t help but feel a little bit nervous. I’m sure it would spark a new rumor about me and gosh! But yeah, I must comply. This would be nothing compared to the six years I’ve taken away from him.As I told my kids about what their father planned on doing, Aiden and Addison were already perched by the window, their noses pressed against the glass, waiting for their father.Then it arrived. Rue’s car glided to a stop in front of our house, sleek and attention-seeking because of its vibes that were screaming ‘wealth.’ It was the kind of luxury car you’d see in magazines. But what can I say? The father of my kids is a billionaire so…“It’s Daddy!” Aiden and Addison said in chorus as their eyes grew wide with wonder. They rushed out the door, their school bags forgotten for a moment, as they circled the car with open-mouthed awe.I watched them.“Good morning, buds! Ready for school?” Rue greeted them with the same enthusiasm a