Love Pentagon

It wasn't like I had been doing something bad with him. So, there was really no point in feeling embarrassed.   "Oh, gosh," Ryan muttered underneath his breath.  I gazed at her, admiring how good she looked tonight.  Sherri Dustin was a person no lady would like to be friends with. She had a way of intimidating people, either by her excessively, luxurious style of dressing, or by her blatant way of speaking. I truly didn't appreciate her personality. I would say she was mean.  She was dressed in a dark mini skirt, a white off shoulder crop top. As she wore that crazy stern look, she squeezed her purse in her palm, which was evidence that she was so angry. She took a step close, and that was when I noticed she was wearing stiletto shoes.  "What's going on, Ryan? Do you wanna lose your job by hooking up with her?" She obviously wasn't able to contain h

Okay, I had never killed anyone. So, of course, murdering him wasn't an option. But wait, how could he be kissing me? This felt so dumb. How disrespectful and stupid of him! He pulled me even closer, though there wasn't an inch left between us. I didn't know what I had done to him, but for sure, he was upset. He was kissing me as if he was trying to tug my lips off its position. A kiss ought to be cute and enjoyable. But no, this kiss was torture. After a while, he pulled away, breathing slowly. I tried to catch my breath, my eyes jutted out of their sockets. I didn't know what to say or do. This man had just kissed me like I was his chick. How could he? "Ryan." Mr. Shawn hurried over to us. He pulled me aside, stood in between Ryan and me. Obviously, he was furious. "How dare you? Do you realize that you've just broken the rules of this company? How can you smooch your secretary?" Ryan sniggered, an

Vicki threw scowls at me as she stood by my bed. She had her arms tucked around her chest, her lips pursed. That dirty look was pretty menacing, but I really wasn't ready to listen to her. I didn't believe she wanted me to go with Ryan. She fully knew how mean and crazy he was.  "No." I tossed the blanket off my body, stood up from my bed, then walked to the standing mirror which was placed by the wall on the left side of my room.  She grunted a little, and walked behind me. "You're so annoying! I wish I could open your brain box, and add some senses in your head." "Yawn!" I sat on the stool in front of the mirror, adding a skin lotion to my face. "See, you're young. You don't know certain things. Like, this is ridiculous. I shouldn't let a man control me. What am I? A toy?" "Ugh!" She groaned. She grabbed the wooden stool behind her, sat on it, and faced me. "Please, stop. This isn't a jok

Anyone could go giddy by only shopping with people like Praise and Tracie. They were pretty crazy. They always wanted to buy everything in the mall. Aside from Vicki and the rest of my family, they were my best friends. Though they could be so annoying sometimes, they were the best friends anyone could ever wish to have. We had been friends for about twelve years, so I understood them a lot.  Praise was the eldest. She was twenty seven, and was married to a black English man. They had a pretty two year old girl, and were hoping to have a baby soon. She was tall, had a beautiful dark skin, and was very beautiful. Since she was an American, her husband and her decided to settle down over here. That was good for me. At least, I wouldn't have to miss her.  "Oh, that's the curling cream!" She hurried over to the shelf which had a couple of hair products. I rolled my eyes, knowing that she had been dramatic when she had screamed out that

I ran my fingers into my hair, feeling so drained. Propping my elbow on the table in front of me, I let out a sigh. I couldn't wait for the weekends. Work could be very tiring sometimes.  The knock on the door caught my attention. I had thought it would be Ryan, but well, I didn't think he'd be dumb enough to knock, when he could easily walk in.  Grouchily, I pulled my swivel chair backwards, stood up after dropping my pen on the table, walking to the door. I could have just asked the person to come in, but due to how tired I was, my voice might not be loud enough.  I pulled the door open, took a step backwards. "Oh, you." I noticed a smile creeping to my lips. "How're you doing, Kenneth? Nice seeing you again." Those green were staring deeply at me, his lips smiling widely at me. I really liked seeing this guy. But woah, why had he come to my office?  "I'm gr