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TWENTY FOUR Dragging my Designs at SF Tower
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Her head assistant, Mr. Armani shot daggers with his gaze as he strode towards me. "How dare you disrespect Madam Florence!" he roared, pushing my shoulder. He might be gay, but he was strong, and I was pushed back with his harsh poking. "I...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to~" I was stammering, my head was looking down the shiny marbled floor. "You didn't mean to?!" he cut me off, I flinched at the loudness of his voice. I lifted my head a bit to see his raging expression. "Who are you, and what are you doing here?" Mr. Armani kept on cross-examining me like I just murdered somebody in the building. "What are these? What kind of rubbish are these things?" he then stared at my designs with disgust. The tips of his fingers were shaking like my clothes were trash. "Janitor, hey! Throw these pieces of trash out!" okay, that's too much. I raised both of my hands, spreading them on each side, trying to protect my designs. "Mr. Armani, I didn't mean to disrespect anyone here, especially Mad
Love Hurts TWENTY SIX She got the Job
"Amy Leah, I've got the job!" I excitedly told my best friend the good news. The moment Madam Florence said I could start tomorrow, I called Amy Leah right away. "Oh my goodness! Kota, baby, I'm so proud of you!" I could feel the sincerity in her voice. "How about let's celebrate tonight? Tell me everything about the new job you've got!" "Of course! I'm going to your place tonight. I miss you and Areesh!" my excitement was floating in the air. Who would have thought that after everything, I would totally land in the company I had been dreaming of working with for a long time? "All right, come to our place. I will let Dante pick you up so you won't need to drive when you get home!" Amy Leah offered, and I just followed everything she planned for tonight. Of course, I wasn't going to their mansion empty-handed. This was the best time for serious shopping. Aside from getting some gifts for my godson, Areesh, I also needed to buy some sets of casual attires. I got in my car,
Love Hurts TWENTY SEVEN Lunch Date with Mom
Martin POV . . I have been stuck in this wheelchair for almost two weeks now. I already told my mom and Shantel that this wasn't necessary anymore, but my mom was adamant. If I defied her, she would give me a couple of hours of sermon, and she, the ever gentle and calm woman, was definitely different when she was mad. I wouldn't want to see the she-wolf in her! "Tesoro mio, I already called Mr. Vianchi, and guess what?" it was Shantel. She has been doing almost all of my work since I was confined at the hospital. She just walked into my study room with her fitted one-piece above-the-knee red dress, the tight-fitted outfit accentuated her curves. The click-clacking of her black stilettos was like a melodic rhythm seducing my manhood, but my boy didn't even respond. She deliberately flipped her hair to the side, showing her neck while giving me the documents, Mr. Vianchi and I signed about a month ago. "Thanks, bellissima!" I gently told her. She loved it when I called her th
Love Hurts TWENTY EIGHT Your Betrayal
Dakota POV . . The white long limo seemed to be small, carrying only six people, including Enzo and Leon. The tension between us inside was so strong that I couldn't find the courage to even cross my legs. Sitting beside me was no other than Madam Florence, while just across from us were two people with sharp stares ready to murder me anytime. The silence was ear-piercing that even the tiny sound of a needle could be heard if you dropped it. I tried to avoid Martin's glare, focusing my sight on the scenery outside. I just wished nobody could hear the loud thumping of my heart. I was also praying that Madam Florence couldn't notice the weirdness in this spacious, but uncomfortable limousine. "Such a beautiful sight, isn't it, Dakota?" it was Madam Florence nudging my silence. "Yes, Madam. The leaves are beautiful!" I humbly told her while shifting my glance at her. She was staring deeply at me. There was something in those gazes that I couldn't fathom. "Do you like autu
Love Hurts TWENTY NINE That Scumbag Ex
It took about 10 minutes to calm down before going back to the private room. When I arrived, the food was already served, and they started eating. "I'm sorry, it took me so long!" laced with embarrassment, my head was looking down while I took my seat. "It's all right, Dakota. I was even worried something might have happened to you. Are you all right now, dear?" Madam Florence asked, concern was written all over her look. "Yes, madam. I was just a bit dizzy earlier, but I feel better now!" I explained, my orbs were avoiding a certain glare from someone across me. "That's wonderful to know. I ordered spring pasta with smoked salmon for you. I hope you like it!" "Oh! Thank you, madam. I absolutely love ~" "Mamma, she's allergic to salmon!" when suddenly the jerk across me, cut me off. He also called the server standing from the corner and pointed at my plate. "Take the food away. Give her grilled chicken avocado salad!" he dominantly uttered, and the server left right away.
Love Hurts THIRTY The Opera
Until we headed back to the tower, Madam Florence had never said anything. She remained quiet the whole afternoon. Worried I was the reason, I ambled towards her with my head looking down the marbled floor. My hands were fidgeting, and my heart was racing. She would have sensed my presence behind her because she suddenly turned around and faced me. "Madam!" I humbly spoke. "Tell me, Dakota. Tell me the truth. Did my son treat you well when you were together?" her tone was stern, and her orbs were glued on me. "In his own way, I say, he was rough but also romantic!" flashbacks of our dates and travels popped up in my mind. My heart pounded fast upon remembering how he was so possessive of me, but at the same very caring. "I never felt so secure in my life when I was with him!" I told her the truth, what could I hide now? Martin already blasted me in front of his mom. "I see!" she just nodded. She waved her hand and glanced at Andrea, one of her assistants like me, dismissing he
Love Hurts THIRTY ONE At the Theater
Friday night! I heard Shantel call my name from the office, but I feigned deaf. I kept walking till I reached the lift. But before I could push the button, she stopped my hand by playfully putting her fingers on my shoulder. "There's someone here who's trying to escape, and you think I can't tell that!" cloaked with sarcasm in her words, I just raised my brows at her. "Why are you in a hurry this time, tesoro mio?" now, she's in front of me, her back facing the lift. Her lashes were flickering, and her pouted lips were an inch close to mine. "I've an appointment, what else?" as nonchalantly as it sounded, trying to convey the message that it's none of her business where I would go and who I would be with. "Hmm! Can I go with you? It's Friday night, and the weather is getting cold. I forgot to bring my coat with me. It's still hanging in the closet!" she used her pouty lips to point at the small wardrobe I had in my office. "Or much better if we both go back there and get it!"
Love Hurts THIRTY TWO Explosion
"Martin, is this all your doing?" her question was simple, but her tone was more an interrogation. "D*mn it, Martin! Stop doing this!" I tried to grope her hand, but she kept swaying it away. The people inside the theater became rowdy, the women were screaming in fear, and the men tried to calm them. "Marti~" "It's not me, and keep quiet. Give me your hand. Let's get out of here!" I whisper-yelled while staring at the woman beside me. "No! I'm not going with you!" she yelled back. "Where's Paul!" her eyes rummaged through the darkness, worried and scared. "D*mn it, Dakota!" whether she would like it or not, I lifted her on my shoulder and focused my eyes on the scent of everything inside. The couple of couples I passed by earlier and their seats. It was a good thing my eyes were trained to see the dark; just memorize the smell of everything around me. When I saw the neon light flashing exit, amid the riotous crowd and the woman on my shoulder's ear-piercing scream, we manage
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