TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW"You're saying that you just want your diploma and not march on the graduation day?" The Dean asked in a confused manner, baffled as to why would I not want to march on the most awaited graduation ceremony when everyone was out in the hallways gossiping about what they would want to wear on the said date.I flashed a small smile. "That would be correct, Dean."He took his glasses off and massaged his temples. He put my credentials on the table and clasped his hands together.By the way he looked at me, I could tell that he was about to disregard what I just said. I wanted to immediately state my "reason" but I awaited his response out of respect."The university agreed and proudly let you graduate with your seniors even though you're still young because you proved that you are qualified. Now, for the University to be unable to give you proper recognition is simply against our principles. Miss Mckenzie, I'm afraid I would have you turn down your request."
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe meeting room felt shrouded in more than just dim light; it was a space brimming with secrets and calculated moves. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and caution as each of us gathered, our faces partly concealed in shadow, like agents of some ancient order.As Avon spoke, his gaze remained unflinching, each word laced with authority. “The Montreals’ private island is guarded with military-grade security. Their goal? Not just a grand ball, but the illegal auction of artifacts... and people. A stage for the elite.”Beside me, Cain folded his arms, eyes darting between Avon and me. “We need a flawless cover. Tiara, you'll use an invitation secured through that little connection of yours which, thankfully, secured the entire team's free pass as well. Elijah Rivero, your partner for the evening plays a significant role as he's invited by the Montreal family. Play your part, and your entrance is seamless. Make sure that the guy won't suspect a thi
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe Irenic headquarters buzzed with a quiet intensity. Cain, Lindsay, and the rest of the team were already knee-deep in preparation, eyes scanning every detail, every risk, every potential hiccup that could derail the night. The Montreals' ball was the perfect smokescreen— an opportunity to expose their darkest secrets. But I knew what was at stake. A single slip-up could ruin everything. I was their inside contact, but tonight, it felt like I was on a tightrope, balancing between my mission and the rush of adrenaline that came with being so close to the edge.Back at my condo, I slipped into the deep red gown that I'd handpicked for the occasion. The fabric was smooth and sensual against my skin as I adjusted the bodice, which clung perfectly to my waist and hips. Crimson embroidery traced elegant patterns down the fabric, a stark contrast to the long, sweeping train that cascaded behind me. It was beautiful, but I knew better than to rely solely on lo
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe murmur of the ballroom quieted, and Aunty Ella's voice rang out from across the room, cutting through the buzz of excitement as she spotted us. Her smile sparkled in the soft light, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of mischief. "Tiara, Elijah! Over here!" she called, waving us toward her table as though we were her favorite guests.I could feel the eyes of the room turning toward us as we walked through the opulent hall, the hum of conversations simmering down for a moment as everyone anticipated the evening's start. Eli, always the gentleman, offered his arm to me with a playful grin. "Careful, Tia, you might just steal the show tonight."I raised an eyebrow, playing along as we made our way through the maze of tables draped in gold and white silk. At the front, we found Aunty Ella seated, along with the Rivero family. Everyone was impeccably dressed, their regal demeanor a clear reflection of the years of power and influence they comman
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The sharp thwack of the gavel echoed across the grand ballroom, silencing the murmurs of anticipation. The sound rippled through the room, commanding attention as the emcee's voice boomed from the stage. "Sold for five million dollars to the Vasquez family at Table Eleven!" he announced, his polished tone laced with a hint of theatrical charm. The spotlight shifted to the Vasquez table, where an elegant woman with an air of quiet dominance raised her glass in acknowledgment. Her dark red lips curved into a smug smile that only enhanced the diamond's allure—the cerulean gem now hers to flaunt. "Five million for a rock," Eli murmured beside me, leaning in so his words wouldn't carry. "Think it's shiny enough to make her husband look at her twice?" I smirked, swirling the champagne in my glass. "Doubt it. But it'll make her the queen of the yacht club for the next decade." He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "And what about you? Are di
"Trust me, girl. I can really dance on my own," A woman in a short black dress said in a tipsy manner as she run towards the dance floor.The woman then seductively swayed her hips as she raises her hands in the air. She has this long brown wavy hair, plump lips, small pointed nose, and a gorgeous honey eyes.Her curves are defined by her dress and it caught the attention of men around her. She's like a fallen angel dancing in front of the mortals at her mercy.A man from the VIP area leaned on the railings ang watched the woman. For an unknown reason, he felt something playing within him he has never felt before just by looking at the woman and her surroundings. He felt... jealous?He clenched his jaw and then sighed. He took the stairs and then rushed to the woman, glaring at every man he caught looking at her.He controlled his rugged breathing as he stands behind the woman.Tiara, being the tease woman she is, she swayed her lips wider and leaned to the man behind her. She's a lit
When the clock strikes at exactly one in the morning, Elijah's jaw tightened as his eyes darkens upon feeling swirling emotions."Damn it, Tia!"His lips came crushing on her as he starts to move his hips in a gentle manner.Tiara didn't know whether she would focus on kissing him or savor every bits of pleasure. Her toes curled and could not help but let out moans of both pain and pleasure as he thrusts.Her kisses were sloppy as she begs underneath the man who seemed to be a hungry wolf at the moment."Faster. Uhm ahh," She moaned.Her nails dug into his skin when he obliged. Her eyes rolled back and did not know where to turn her head. She was deliriously moaning as she oblige the man's command.Elijah's gaze fell on the sleeping woman on his bed while wiping his damp hair. He heaved a deep sigh and gulped as the memory of what happened last night dawned him.He feels guilty for not even feeling a bit of remorse. Tiara was drunk. The woman seemed to not know what she was doing and
Tiara McKenzie's Point Of ViewI rolled my eyes as soon as I saw the note before the shopping bags. I crumpled the paper before taking my clothes off.I was butt naked when the door flung open as if someone's trying to rob the place. I immediately covered my bums instinctively as I glare at Eli.Elijah averted his gaze and then raise his hands into the air as he sighs. His jaw clenched while slowly turning his back after running his gaze on me.My face was as red as tomatoes because of anger.Damn! How big of an asshole can he be?"Where do you think are you going, Elijah?" I asked filled with danger. Elijah's hands fell on his sides and was about to face me when I cleared my throat. "Don't you even dare do that.""I just wanted to check on you," He mumbled."Well, you've done it. Walk out of the room then!" The way I said that was filled with hints of murderous intent that was enough to send warnings to Elijah's system as if it would be the last memory of the world about him if he do
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW The sharp thwack of the gavel echoed across the grand ballroom, silencing the murmurs of anticipation. The sound rippled through the room, commanding attention as the emcee's voice boomed from the stage. "Sold for five million dollars to the Vasquez family at Table Eleven!" he announced, his polished tone laced with a hint of theatrical charm. The spotlight shifted to the Vasquez table, where an elegant woman with an air of quiet dominance raised her glass in acknowledgment. Her dark red lips curved into a smug smile that only enhanced the diamond's allure—the cerulean gem now hers to flaunt. "Five million for a rock," Eli murmured beside me, leaning in so his words wouldn't carry. "Think it's shiny enough to make her husband look at her twice?" I smirked, swirling the champagne in my glass. "Doubt it. But it'll make her the queen of the yacht club for the next decade." He chuckled softly, his breath warm against my ear. "And what about you? Are di
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe murmur of the ballroom quieted, and Aunty Ella's voice rang out from across the room, cutting through the buzz of excitement as she spotted us. Her smile sparkled in the soft light, her eyes twinkling with amusement and a hint of mischief. "Tiara, Elijah! Over here!" she called, waving us toward her table as though we were her favorite guests.I could feel the eyes of the room turning toward us as we walked through the opulent hall, the hum of conversations simmering down for a moment as everyone anticipated the evening's start. Eli, always the gentleman, offered his arm to me with a playful grin. "Careful, Tia, you might just steal the show tonight."I raised an eyebrow, playing along as we made our way through the maze of tables draped in gold and white silk. At the front, we found Aunty Ella seated, along with the Rivero family. Everyone was impeccably dressed, their regal demeanor a clear reflection of the years of power and influence they comman
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe Irenic headquarters buzzed with a quiet intensity. Cain, Lindsay, and the rest of the team were already knee-deep in preparation, eyes scanning every detail, every risk, every potential hiccup that could derail the night. The Montreals' ball was the perfect smokescreen— an opportunity to expose their darkest secrets. But I knew what was at stake. A single slip-up could ruin everything. I was their inside contact, but tonight, it felt like I was on a tightrope, balancing between my mission and the rush of adrenaline that came with being so close to the edge.Back at my condo, I slipped into the deep red gown that I'd handpicked for the occasion. The fabric was smooth and sensual against my skin as I adjusted the bodice, which clung perfectly to my waist and hips. Crimson embroidery traced elegant patterns down the fabric, a stark contrast to the long, sweeping train that cascaded behind me. It was beautiful, but I knew better than to rely solely on lo
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWThe meeting room felt shrouded in more than just dim light; it was a space brimming with secrets and calculated moves. The air was thick with a mix of excitement and caution as each of us gathered, our faces partly concealed in shadow, like agents of some ancient order.As Avon spoke, his gaze remained unflinching, each word laced with authority. “The Montreals’ private island is guarded with military-grade security. Their goal? Not just a grand ball, but the illegal auction of artifacts... and people. A stage for the elite.”Beside me, Cain folded his arms, eyes darting between Avon and me. “We need a flawless cover. Tiara, you'll use an invitation secured through that little connection of yours which, thankfully, secured the entire team's free pass as well. Elijah Rivero, your partner for the evening plays a significant role as he's invited by the Montreal family. Play your part, and your entrance is seamless. Make sure that the guy won't suspect a thi
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW"You're saying that you just want your diploma and not march on the graduation day?" The Dean asked in a confused manner, baffled as to why would I not want to march on the most awaited graduation ceremony when everyone was out in the hallways gossiping about what they would want to wear on the said date.I flashed a small smile. "That would be correct, Dean."He took his glasses off and massaged his temples. He put my credentials on the table and clasped his hands together.By the way he looked at me, I could tell that he was about to disregard what I just said. I wanted to immediately state my "reason" but I awaited his response out of respect."The university agreed and proudly let you graduate with your seniors even though you're still young because you proved that you are qualified. Now, for the University to be unable to give you proper recognition is simply against our principles. Miss Mckenzie, I'm afraid I would have you turn down your request."
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEW "Shit!" I cursed under my breath when I almost died. I sucked my lollipop as I try to focus on the game better. I am on a fuckin lose streak because of these random noob people.They should just stop playing. These fuckin' botfrogs!I did not even bother to look who took the blanket off of my head since I can tell who it was by his scent."Damn it!" I screamed at the screen and almost threw my joystick when my team suffered another loss because apparently, the last of my team is the fucking bitch who knows nothing but force her voice to sound like a dying chipmunk."Tia," He called and sighed.I listlessly leaned on my gaming chair, looking at the screen with annoyance evident in my eyes while holding my lollipop.I groaned and rolled my eyes when Eli turned my chair to face him. When our eyes met, I noticed how the way he looks at me changed.Eli sighed and gulped.His adams apple moved annoyingly sexy all of a sudden."What happened to your eyes?" He
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI found myself on his bed the next morning. I am now wearing his clothes and my make-up has been washed off my face. My head feels like it's gonna shatter into pieces any second from now."F*ck! Why did I even drown myself with alcohol last night?" I whispered to myself."You're awake."I turned to see the person who owned that monotone voice.Eli.He was leaning by the doorframe while his arms were crossed under his chest. His eyes looked a tad colder than usual as he stared at me wincing due to my headache."Hey," I responded. My voice is a little raspy which made me sound groggy.He didn't respond. Instead, he remained standing there looking at me as if he was waiting for me to say something other than just "Hey.""Uhm thank you for taking care of me last night. You didn't tell my dad about it, did you?"He heaved a deep breath before walking towards me. He sat at the edge of the bed. "No, I did not."I responded with a slow nod."But I did tell them
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI was secretly finishing my last design during the lecture for another subject. I badly want to submit it today so I could come late tomorrow.I mean, for sure we'll stay up until the dawn and get wasted.If I can pass my portfolio today, I don't have to come early or I don't even need to come to school anymore.For sure my professor will be giving me an A+ anyway.Our professor dismissed the class a minute after I finished my design. I flashed a contented smile as I browse my portfolio.I'd love to wear my designs in a fashion show too but I guess I'm just not that fit to be a model.I'm quite tall but not that tall to pass the height requirements and I'm a little more on the curvy than on the thin side."Tia, let's go! Gosh I'm so excited. I feel like tonight's the night I'm gonna find the right man for me," Kier said followed by a squeal.I laughed while Mitch looked at him with pure disgust."Wait, I'm just gonna pass my portfolio.""I'm just gonna f
TIARA MCKENZIE'S POINT OF VIEWI could no longer feel my hands from all the work I had to do and still need to do. Good heavens! I forgot about the portfolio our professor gave us as an assignment that's due the next day!I carefully put my seventh design in my folder, scared that it might get crumpled. I took a quick look at the wall clock. I groaned in frustration. It's already two in the morning and I still need to finish five more designs to complete my portfolio.I could just put them aside and finish it later since it's due the next day but I just can't! I have a job to finish today. Besides, I promised Kier I'd be joining them tonight."I missed partying," I whispered to myself and then pouted like a stupid duck.I could feel tears welling up out of frustration.Just kidding, I was exaggerating.I decided to go down the stairs when I finished the sketch for my 8th design.As usual, the house is so quiet. Sometimes, I think that bats might want to live with us. A huge house with