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
TYSHA “So, what’s our lesson for tonight?” Rue asked. With that, I brought back my focus on my work. I took out my notebook and pen as I stood in front of Rue before I began. “I noted everything from our last session and I’m glad you made some progress. Even the thing you told me last night, I noted. I just need to ask a few questions about our last session,” I said. Rue didn’t complain about it. “Fire away.” “Did you feel any butterflies in your stomach when I initiated the kiss?” I asked. His forehead wrinkled because of my question. “What do you mean butterflies? Are your kisses some sort of witchcraft for them to make me feel butterflies in my stomach?” he joked which I didn’t find funny. I rolled my eyes, and that wiped the sill
TYSHA The smile on my face lingered even after Frederick drove me home from my session with Rue. Rue admitting he preferred initiating our kisses didn't surprise me anymore. He always gave off vibes of wanting to take charge. I gazed at the massive bouquet of flowers on my lap, and my heart swelled with joy. The ache in my chest was a beautiful blend of happiness and gratitude. “It's beautiful, Miss, isn't it?” Frederick commented when he saw me smiling at the flowers in the rear-view mirror. I did not bother to deny it anymore. I nodded in agreement. Even though the first bouquet of flowers from Charles held memories, the one from Rue felt more special. It wasn't just about the size but the reason behind it that made it stand out in my heart. He wanted me to keep my standards high and never l
RUE "I saw the flowers you gave to Tysha," Bryse whispered beside me as he selected the golf club he would use. Even without turning to look at me, I sensed he was addressing me. I pretended not to care, concentrating on choosing my golf club. Yet, in my mind, I couldn't help but wonder how he had seen them. Had he visited Tysha after our session? Did they talk? Just contemplating it sparked a surge of annoyance within me. "And?" I uttered with my usual nonchalant tone. "You know she's my ex. Don't you respect the bro-code?" His voice carried a hint of irritation as he turned to face me. I could feel the intensity of his angry gaze. Today, the sun was shining brightly as our grandfathers decided to invite us for a golf game with the Vismonts. It felt like an unintended doub
RUE "Thanks for having my back, Ysabell," I expressed my gratitude once we were alone. We decided to move to a more secluded golf course to continue playing. That was what Bryse and Marie did too. Ysabell stepped up for her turn to play golf, and I watched attentively. The gentle breeze ruffled her hair as she focused on the ball. With a graceful swing, she sent the ball sailing across the course. I couldn't help but admire the fluidity of her movements. As the ball landed with precision, she turned, meeting my gaze with a satisfied smile. “No worries. It was obvious from our first date that you were just trying to turn me off. So, I guess someone already owns your heart,” she concluded, which I cleared right away. “Nah.” Tysha owning my heart? I cou