Peach Salinger The following day is a Sunday and I wake up to a text from Rhys. [Lets meet up. We need to talk.]What’s the rush? I think to myself, as I glance at the clock on the wall. It’s almost 9am. I toss my phone across my bed and stretch. After taking a long shower, I slip into a pink dress with spaghetti straps that stops mid-thigh showing off my legs. I compliment the look with a pair of dark flats.I pull my long black hair into a bun and apply a little makeup. I stare into the mirror for a few minutes, I can’t even remember the last time I dolled up this much. I grab my bag and step out.Surprisingly, I didn’t stumble into the hamster’s cage as I step into the living room. Reggie had taken them with him before he left yesterday, why’s the cage here again?“Good morning.” I say as I step further into the living room.Marienne is still in her PJs. She’s standing by the dining table, buttering her toast and the amount of butter she’s using stresses me out—a pat that si
Rhys Van Acker“Getting engaged is nothing serious?” Peach says, her voice steady.I manage a smile. To me, it’s nothing serious. I’m just honoring my grandfather’s wishes and I know damn well that I’m never gonna get married to Nichole. Once grandfather starts to recover, I’m calling it off.Plus, Nichole isn’t even my type of woman. She’s too vanilla for me. Peach on the other hand is daring and that’s one of the things about her that drives me hella crazy.“We don’t have to worry about it. It’s just an arrangement. Very temporary.” I say as I take a seat next to her on the bed.She exhaled sharply. “I’m just saying, it was less complicated when I thought you were single.”“I am. I mean, this ring doesn’t prove anything. It’s a formality.”“What about your fiancé?”“She’s not going to be a problem.” My fingers trail up her arm. “How about we worry about that later?”She blinks. Once, twice. “I…”“Come here.” I pull Peach into my arms and claim her mouth. It’s soft and sweet, and
Peach Salinger I passed out after the last orgasm and when I finally wake up, I realize it’s almost 4pm. My head’s throbbing too. How did I sleep for so long?I manage to get out of bed, stretching as I do. My legs feel a bit sore but somehow my mouth still waters from thinking about how amazing sex with Rhys is. I mean, he’s the only man I’ve ever slept with actually but still.I grab Rhys T-shirt on the bed and slip into it. He’s not in the room so I conclude he’s downstairs or something. I make my way out of the room and successfully make it to the first floor. The house is huge and I still cannot believe any of this is real.Although, one part of me feels like a terrible person for getting into a fling with someone that’s already engaged. But then again, Rhys said it was nothing serious. Just a formality so I kinda immediately just pushed the feeling of guilt down until it’s nothing more than a little bit of indigestion.“You’re up?” Rhys says as I walk into the huge living
Peach Salinger.Even after Rhys offered to drop me off, I turned it down. What if someone from the Arconia saw him?As I get down from the cab, my mind is still clouded by the haze of lust. If my future self came to me a month ago and told me I would get into a fling with my boss, I would’ve argued with it. But here I am, having had multiple soul-withering orgasms from this same man in a day.As I walk into the Arconia, my phone buzzes in my pocket. It’s a text from Marienne.[Marienne- I went grocery shopping and left the keys to the apartment with Reginald.]Arghh. I sigh. Do I really have to deal with Reginald right now?When I finally get to the third floor, I go straight to Reggie’s apartment and knock. It takes a moment before he finally answers. “You’re back?” Reggie says with a smile. His hair is slightly tousled and he’s in a plain white tee and shorts.“Keys.”“Right. I’ll go get them. You can come on in if you want to.”I nod dismissively and he disappears into his apar
Peach Salinger. Just as Reggie’s lips are about to meet mine, the door to the apartment swings open, and Marienne’s voice breaks the spell. “Hey, guys, I—”Reggie and I jump apart like guilty teenagers caught doing something we shouldn’t. My face burns with embarrassment as I turn to face Marienne, who stands frozen in the doorway, her eyes wide.“I… uh…” Marienne stammers, clearly at a loss for words.Reggie clears his throat and takes a step back, running a hand through his hair. “I was just… getting my hamster cage,” he says, his voice a little too casual.I can’t even look at him. My heart is still pounding in my chest, and I know my cheeks are flushed. I feel exposed, and I hate it. I hate that he got to me, that he almost—almost—made me forget why I’ve been trying to keep my distance.Marienne, sensing the awkwardness, quickly tries to smooth things over. “Right, of course,” she says, forcing a smile. “I’ll make dinner, by the way.”“Great,” Reggie says, his voice straine
Rhys Van Acker“Thank you, Avery. Anything else?” I say to my sister as she places some files on my desk. “That’s all. I’ll send the interns to you if there’s anything else.” she replies. She gives me a warm smile and heads for the door. “And yeah, I’ve set up a meeting with Sinclair And Co. They’ll here tomorrow.”“No problem. Just make sure the administrative department have completely done their research and analysis on market trends. It has to be ready before the Sinclairs get here.”The Sinclairs are one of our major shareholders and the meeting tomorrow is kind of a big deal. Avery nods and steps out of my office. I take a deep breath and sink into my seat. I’m hoping the day passes in a blur since Peach and I are meeting up tonight. I can barely contain the excitement that runs through my blood. The kind that makes my blood flow in the wrong direction. Having to keep professional at work is so hard because anytime I see her, I’m in a constant state of hyper awareness. M
Peach Salinger It’s almost 9am and I’m the only one remaining at the office. I’m trying to complete the analysis trend report before leaving. The deadline is tomorrow as well and I think I might have to stay here all night to finish it.Marienne has already left with Adrian, and Rhys had texted me a few hours ago he would be canceling plans tonight. For some reason, one part of me thinks it because of his fiancée, Nichole Barnes.Nichole has been on my mind all day and I can’t help but wonder why Rhys would choose me over such an elegant woman. Not that he “chose” me in a “forever-is-the-deal” context but you get what I mean.Then the other part of me thinks he’ll soon realize what a gift Nichole is and start preferring to have sex with her instead of me. We can’t be so sure they aren’t already doing it. But then again, our agreement doesn’t imply we cannot have sex with other people.Arghhh. I shrug the thought off. Why does this bother me so much? Whatever is between us is sole
Peach Salinger I hate the way I feel right now. Like a clingy bed mate that’s jealous of another woman. It makes me feel like I don’t know my place, like Rhys and I do more than sex.I swallow hard. He’s on a date with Nichole. So what?Rhys’s eyes meet mine, and the smile slips from his face. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the noise of the city fading into the background. It’s awkward as hell, and I wish I could disappear, but my feet refuse to move.Nichole notices me too, and her eyes widen. “Oh, it’s you!” she exclaims. “The girl from the elevator! The one I spilled coffee on earlier today!” I force a smile. “Yeah, that was me. It’s no big deal. I was the one not looking where I was going.”Reggie, who’s been silent beside me, looks between us, clearly confused. I quickly clear my throat, trying to salvage what’s left of the situation. “Mr Van Acker, this is Reggie, my... friend. Reggie, this is Mr Van Acker, my boss.”Rhys nods curtly, his expression unreadable