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“I’m sorry about that. If only I knew that you were coming, I wouldn’t have let Conrad invite his friend over.”I can feel that Genevieve is sincerely sorry to me for the situation that I had to witness tonight, but something deep in my guts is telling me that she is also sorry to herself.“It’s fine. I don’t really mind, Genevieve. And why should you be sorry? This is your house; you can invite anyone you like. It’s somehow my fault for crashing here without an early notice.” I smile, “Well, I do really want to surprise you.”“And I was.” The delight and happiness in her voice is very audible.Another reason to praise myself for being such a smart mastermind for giving her a gift that I know will mean so much to her.It’s just that, I didn’t expect the devil to come crashing here too.“Have you had dinner? How about you stay for a while and eat with us? I would love to have you in our house.”Oh yeah, that is one of the many things that I have been wanting to hear tonight.Despite th
“Yup, a very well-known supermodel.”It was Bryce. He took the will to cut the staring contest happening between us just a moment ago.And I’m relieved, very relieved.“What’s wrong? You didn’t recognize her fully?” His eyes are now focused on Genevieve’s aunt, and her aunt is looking back and forth between me and Bryce.And oh, I forgot to mention. Bryce is sitting on the seat just in front of me.The way that his lips is looking like it’s about to give a mischievous grin, is giving me a strong feeling that he will now start to try pushing my buttons until I explode and ruin the whole night for everybody.This is what he’s good at. Even without saying a single fucking word, he is capable of triggering every fiber of my being whenever that he wants to. He’s capable of sending me the signals to go cautious and rapid within just a single moment.He makes it seem like there’s no difficulty in piercing through my defenses and making me give up with no chance of standing up for myself all o
“Where do you think you’re going?”The sound of his voice is undefinable. I could no longer sense any other emotion in his voice. Only hatred and madness directly aimed at me.I have excused myself in the dining room earlier and I decided to head straight to the kitchen.The devil somehow decided too, that he will follow me.Probably anxious of what I am planning to do next. Realizing that my capabilities are beyond his perception of me.But behind all that, I am completely aware that he finds it difficult to swallow his own pill.I just want to get back at him. That’s all I have ever wanted.“And what do you think you’re doing?” I ask back. With the same amount of hatred and madness that he is pouring down on me.“You’ll call me dumb if I ask you you’re following me, right?” I added, taking a few more steps away from the dining room for the family not to hear.This is definitely not where the kitchen is.“I have a reason to follow you, Aurella.”Bryce stops walking when I stopped too.
“Whoa, what happened?”Hearing Conrad's voice immediately comforts my system. It had only been a few moments since Bryce left me all alone after I called him a creep.It had been moments ago, yet I still think that he hasn't accepted it until now.I smile at Conrad, “Nothing. I got him pissed off.” Conrad offered me a glass of white wine and I accepted it without any hesitation.“Thank you.” A glass of white wine could truly help me sleep soundly tonight.“So, why did you decided to come crashing here tonight?” Conrad genuinely asks as he sits on the chair here in the backyard. He crosses his leg to another and then he takes a sip of his white wine.“What do you mean?” I meaningfully smile at him; hiding the fact that he really knows me well.“Oh, don't ask me that. Don't act all innocent. I know you have one real motive why you are here tonight.” He shrugs his shoulders as he smiles at me meaningfully just like how I am smiling to him right now.I sit on the chair beside him, and on
After having a blast with the Eastons, I am now finally home.It's late in the evening, yet the whole city is still lively.Well, I guess it has always been like this in Chicago. And to be honest, I had never witnessed this city lacking life.Every day and every night, Chicago is such a beautiful city.When I got sick of looking through the glass window of my penthouse, I headed right into my bathroom to clean my whole body.I need to take care of myself very well. Not because I want to, but because I am a damn model. And being a model had given so much more than what my own family has to give me.Actually, they've given me a lot. But only pressure, stress, and anxiety in all level. And I hate the way that I have gotten so used to it until I became an adult.Taking care of myself is definitely my most favorite thing to do. Every morning and every night, I have this skincare routine that made me love myself more as time passed by.When my bedtime finally came, I tuck myself in bed with
“It’s all over the internet, haven’t you heard? Haven’t you heard anything from Trudy? Or maybe from one of your cousins?”I don’t know if Vincent is trying to inform me, or maybe he’s trying to smash it all over my face that I am outdated, and my brother didn’t bother to say anything to me even just a single shit.“I get it, okay? And so what if I don’t know anything about their vacation plans? You know very well that I have a lot to take care of. Especially when a certain someone sabotaged your business.”I have no intention of making my voice sound like I’m trying to pick a fight with him. It’s so damn early in the morning, and a fight won’t be how my day will start.“Okay. If you don’t want to, it’s fine. I’ll keep an eye on Bryce while we’re together. Same thing as always. I will report it to you.”Vincent doesn’t sound like he’s disappointed, he rather sounds like he expected this to happen instead.“Good then. Enjoy your trip with the bastards.” I give him a look of approval th
The moment that I had finished giving Vincent his deserved payment, I immediately made him leave when someone mistakenly knocked on the door of my office. Saying, “Sorry, I thought it was the comfort room.”I am very confident that certain someone didn’t hear a thing coming from my office. But I am also very confident that that wasn’t just a certain someone.“What do you think, Ms. Aglauros?”I was instantly snapped out of my reverie when I heard one of the board of directors mention my name. I almost forgot that I am in a meeting, and we are doing this to discuss about the supposed to be launched brand new collections of jewelry.I give Mrs. Wyatt a confident look and I smiled at her for a second. “I think this is the perfect time that we collaborate with a celebrity.”To be honest, that idea came out from nowhere and I wasn’t thinking about it moments ago. But now that I shared that to everyone, I remembered that I have been wanting to collaborate with celebrities the day that this
“What the fuck are you doing in Las Vegas?”That is the first thing that comes out of my mouth when I my brother called me early in the morning.I have just woken up from my sleep, and my dear brother here decided to make my phone ring.“Can you chill? It’s so early in the morning.”I roll my eyes as if he’s in front of me. “Exactly, it’s so early in the morning yet here we are. Why did you call, huh?”I hear my brother sigh over the phone as he pauses for seconds.“Nothing important, but I saw Vincent with Bryce. I didn’t know they’re friends. Did you?”“Yes, sort of. His circle of friends turns out to be including Vincent.”There is one thing about Trudy that I don’t really like. Once Vincent and Bryce are mentioned, his hidden creativity about making stories comes out effortlessly. Making it seem like the world revolves around me, and that this is a movie or some kind of a TV show.Something like the Truman Show, starring Jim Carrey.“Oh fuck, what if they are both plotting your do