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SIEVE heard a knock on the door and opened it. She saw an annoyed, tense, and cold man on the other side of the door. She felt that she might have contacted him when he was doing something important and that she should have waited for his text instead of inviting him out of the blue. Despite his cold demeanor, she welcomes him in with a jovial attitude. She stares at him for a while, admiring how he looks good wearing corporate attire the same as when they met in the Imperial Mall, but the one he is wearing today is dark blue. He walks towards the bed and removes his suit jacket and tie. He then took a beer from the mini fridge and drank it in one go. He opened another one and took a sip. He continued to move around the room as if he was not seeing her. This made her a bit uncomfortable, but she did not speak. Instead, she took a beer and made a toast to the bottle he was holding. He glances at her with withdrawn gaze, clears his throat and says, "You wanted to see me?" He asks whi
BLADE can sense her distress and says, "It’s fine if you have 2 phones. I have 2 sim cards, one with personal contacts, the other one is just to contact you. We’re basically the same," he then laughs. This puts her at ease and she stops squirming on the bed. The phone is still ringing and a sick idea enters his mind. He took the phone and he was taken aback by the contact name flashing on the screen. It says “The Devil”. He stares at her and says, “The Devil is calling you”. "Don’t!" She screams while trying to move again. He walked towards her and she could hear the ring getting louder and louder. Her reaction piqued his interest. "Who is it? Who’s the devil?" He asked, his voice with a tinge of bitterness to it. "Is she seeing someone else?" he asked himself. Her face turned pale and she clenched her fist and yelled, "It’s my Dad!" "Ohhh! The real daddy?" He teases her, his words with a tinge of doubt about whether she’s telling the truth. He grins eerily, took the whipped cr
BLADE grins at her eerily. It sends shivers down to her spine that the hair on her arms and legs starts rising, emphasizing the texture of her skin. “This is a cashmere shirt and this is my favorite pants,” he says to her with a low husky voice and darkened gaze. “I’m going to whip the shit out of you!” He whispered while removing his clothes. It sounded like a grave threat rather than lustful foreplay. He then proceeded to hit her for the next 15 minutes. He started at her face, hitting her on both sides of her cheeks. Leaving them reddening, pounding, and swollen. She gasped and began to sniff as tears started to form in her eyes. He held her face tightly then demand in a sadistic tone, "Show me your tongue." Helpless. She opened her mouth and offered it to him. He leaned towards her, and gently pushed his tongue into hers. She moans softly, as he rubs his tongue into hers. Soon his gentle kiss turned to lecherous torture when he bit her lower lip till it bled. She wails in agony
“HAHA HAHA HAHA HA,” Sieve is laughing maniacally as she enjoys watching the stand-up comedy that was broadcast on TV. Blade was staring at her with caution. “Why is she laughing, it's not even funny?” He thought to himself. She notices the way he stares at her. She stops laughing and looks at him intently with a blank expression. He was startled for a bit at the sudden change in her demeanor, but stood his ground and stared back at her. She then tilted her head then asks, “Do I scare you?” “No! But you're weird. I can give you that.” He explains as he puts the pillows between them as if he wants to build a wall. She smiles at him and crawls slowly to his side of the bed and whispers to his ear, “I want some dessert.” “Here!” He responded and handed her the hotel menu. Her brows furrowed, then she pushed the menu away and took the whipped cream from the bedside table, then sat on his abdomen. She stares at him then continues to spray the whipped cream on his bare chest and star
BLADE went inside the bathroom to take a shower while she remained on the bed to rest. Her whole body aches, red lashes on her front and back. Despite that she feels good, she feels alive, she feels that she made the best choice of her life when she met him that night. Her cheery mood suddenly changes to a hint of sorrow as she glances at the calendar on the bedside table. It's already September. By October, she will no longer see him. By October, she will be married to Thomas Sinclair. Her eyes reddened, and she clenched her fist till her nails dug deep into her skin. The sound of an opening bathroom door catches her attention and immediately hides her emotion. She sees him fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, a towel barely covering his lower body. He took the other towel and used it to dry his hair. He then sat on the bed next to her. She moved close to him and took the towel and helped him dry his hair. He blushed but did not show it to her. "This feels nice," he though
LUCIUS is standing outside the tall corporate establishment while finishing his cigar and observing the people coming in and out of the office buildings. Shortly, he enters the establishment and walks towards the concierge where the name of the company can be seen behind the reception area, "CALDWELL INCORPORATED." He reads internally. "I’m Lucius Vaughn from Ripley International, and I’m looking for John Rowe," he says to the concierge. The concierge’s name was Melisa and when she saw Lucuis approaching her, she was so bewitched by his appearance that she did not hear what he said and was just looking at him. He waved his hand in front of her to get her attention and repeated his words. Soon she was out of her trance, "Sorry about that Sir! Mr. Rowe is waiting for you on the 16th floor." She says while handing him his Visitor’s pass. He then proceeded to enter the elevator, pressing the button for the 16th floor, but before the door closed, another person entered the elevator. He
LUCIAN could feel that his days with Sieve were numbered. The first week of September had passed just like a mundane day. He was bound on a week-long business trip and had been busy. He made plan to see her during the weekend, but Malena asked him to accompany her shopping for her friend's birthday party. Though he misses Sieve, he will not choose her over Malena, the love of his life. He drove her to the L Andres Mall and bought everything she pointed her finger at. She went on a shopping spree using his money and purchased 3 sets of new dresses, a bag, and several pairs of shoes. To his surprise, none of those items were 'GIFT' for the friend's birthday. As they continued walking from store to store, he caught a glimpse of his reflection in one of the mirrors. He looked like a slave, more than a boyfriend. She was walking in front of him without any care in the world while he was carrying all the bags. Following her like a dog as they roamed around the mall, still on the hunt for a
MR. RIPLEY is in his study room when one of the maids enters with his coffee and the morning newspaper. He asks the maid to call his daughter, and soon she arrives. “What’s with the early meeting?” She asks as she sits on the cushioned chair in front of him. He closed the newspaper he was holding, folded it and lay it on the table. He glances at her and says in a commanding tone, “You’re getting married in 20 days. I’ve decided that it's better to do a small destination wedding event. You’re going to Turkey a week from now to do a prenup photo shoot with Thomas, and you’ll stay there till you get married.” He smiles at her while stirring his coffee. He was waiting for her to throw temper tantrums, but to his dismay she didn't. Instead, she stared at him with an indifferent gaze devoid of emotion and said, ”You never fail to surprise me.” She lowered her head and simply walked away. He felt heartbroken that to this day she did not yield, beg or negotiate. “Why did I make her too stro