"Miguel..." I tried to interject with logic, but it came out as a moan. I placed my hand on his shoulder. His kisses returned to my lips, but this time with more intensity. His right leg is now positioned between my thighs, hitting a sensitive spot. With his passionate kisses, I reciprocated eagerly. I lost myself in the moment, not even realizing that I instinctively moved my waist to feel him more. "Miguel, we're in the..." my rational mind attempted to protest, but it was the last straw. His response was to lift me onto my table. There was barely enough space, and things were falling off, but he didn't care. He placed me on the table without hesitation. I cursed in my mind as I thought about the documents I still needed to read. "Is this what you wear when you're with your boyfriend?" I swallowed hard. He tightened his grip on me. "No. He's not my boyfriend. You know I don't like him." I blinked rapidly, feeling a flutter of anticipation. His hand moved from my waist to the s
I looked at myself in the large mirror before leaving the office. "My suit is so wrinkled," I said to Miguel as we entered the elevator. He took off his suit and handed it to me. "You can wear my coat," he said, draping it over my shoulders. "This wouldn't have been wrinkled if you knew how to control yourself," I glanced at him. His hand slipped into his pants pocket. He chuckled. "Why didn't you stop me? I'm not the only one who couldn't control myself, Caroline." I raised an eyebrow at him. "It's fair now. We're fuck buddies, as you said. We can't just do that whenever you want. I have needs too." I gave him a stern look. "Be careful with your words. Someone might overhear you." He just laughed at me. I rolled my eyes and put on his coat. The elevator rang, and the doors opened. Miguel stepped out first, and I followed. I walked quickly, noticing that the surroundings were getting darker. I held onto Miguel's arm. He furrowed his brow, looking at my hand tightly gripping hi
I continued to gaze at him, not expecting him to confess so soon."I like her, Caroline. But liking her is a big mistake," he said."Why? There's nothing wrong with loving someone," I remarked."We're not meant for each other. I thought I could easily forget my feelings for her when she went abroad. But no, I longed for Love Rein's presence back then.""Hey, you shouldn't have rejected her feelings for you. What if you were the reason why she went to another country to study? What if you admitted to her that you both felt the same? There might have been a chance for you two."I felt Miguel slow down the car. The surroundings were quiet, with only a few cars passing by."I have no intention of confessing to her. I chose to hide my feelings for her. She doesn't know I have feelings for her." "Maybe this is the right time for you to tell Love Rein how you truly feel, Miguel. This is your chance." Miguel shook his head. "It's too late. She's getting married." I bit my lower lip. Miguel
I first went to our home’s mini-bar to drink alcohol. I didn't like what Cecile said before she left the living room. I poured myself some whiskey. I drank it straight from the bottle without bothering to get a glass.I closed my eyes as I remembered what happened to Julian, my gay friend. He's gay but dresses like a man. He doesn't wear feminine clothes, so sometimes people mistake us for a couple when they don't know Julian's real gender.Julian works in our company as an accountant. Julian had just started his job when Alexander began pursuing me. Julian is aware of Alexander's actions. However, Alexander isn't aware that the man I'm always with when I go out shopping is gay. I had no idea that Alexander followed him, beat him, and almost killed him after finding out he was gay. I only found out about what happened to Julian when he went abroad for treatment.I took another gulp of whiskey from the bottle before returning it to the mini-bar. Until now, the pain of what happened to
I poured water into my glass and took a sip. I arranged my utensils. I felt hungry, but suddenly lost my appetite."I'm done. Enjoy your breakfast. I'll go change now," I said before standing up."You’re done already? Why did you eat so little? Are you on a diet?" Mommy asked, looking at my plate. "You need to eat well; you might get sick. What will Mr. Mercedez think? He might think I'm a neglectful mother."I sighed. I thought she was concerned about me. She was more concerned about what the Mercedez family would think if I got sick."I'm full now," I said with a smile."Don't worry about her, Mom. She's grown up; she can take care of herself," Cecile interjected before taking a sip of cold juice."Just let her go. She still has to work," Daddy said coldly. I just smiled at them before turning away."Anyway, she needs to work because she's not part of the—""Cecile!" Daddy snapped.I immediately looked at them. Cecile maintained her smile, one hand covering her mouth. I clenched bot
"Good morning, Ma'am Caroline!" Nika greeted me as I entered the meeting room. She then turned to Miguel, who was following me. "He's my bodyguard," I said and glanced at Miguel. His face was serious as he looked at me. "This is Nika. She's Daddy's secretary," I introduced. Miguel smiled before speaking. "Good morning, Ma'am Nika!" Miguel extended his hand, which Nika readily accepted. Nika's gaze lingered on Miguel. She was almost reluctant to let go of his hand. She had a big smile as she looked at Miguel. I cleared my throat and smiled at Nika when she noticed me watching them. "Nice to meet you, M-Miguel," Nika said, still with a smile on her lips. "Miguel, you can carry my bag now," I told Miguel, and he nodded. I scanned the room. My eyes widened as I noticed the female employees looking at us. I walked towards them, following their gazes until I was a few inches away from Miguel. I swallowed and covered my mouth as all the women focused on Miguel. I coughed, trying to reg
Cecile and I locked eyes for a few minutes. She still hadn't let go of Miguel. "You're not the one making decisions for Miguel, Caroline," Cecile said sharply, pulling Miguel towards her. "Wait, wait," Miguel said, removing our hands that were holding onto him. "Are you coming with me tonight, or will you be a servant to my sister?" Cecile asked. My eyes widened as she suddenly produced money. "One night in exchange for the money I have right now," she added, giving Miguel a significant look. I glanced at Miguel. I knew he needed the money. I felt anxious that he might agree to Cecile's offer. "Sorry, Ma'am Cecile. I can't accept your offer," Miguel replied. I secretly smiled and raised my eyebrows at Cecile. Cecile grinned. "What? So you'd rather be a servant to my sister than come with me for one night, even if I'm willing to pay you? You're something else, aren't you?" "I'm not being a servant to Ma'am Caroline. She's kind," Miguel replied. This only annoyed Cecile even more
I waited for a few minutes for them to finish their smoking and coffee before we left for the Italian restaurant Alexander had booked.Mommy and Daddy walked ahead, while Alexander walked beside me. Cecile was busy chatting with Miguel about random things. I heard her asking him about his life. He only answered with "yes" or "no."As we arrived at the parking lot, I turned to Miguel. He was my driver, so I should be the one getting in his car, but Alexander pulled me towards his vehicle."You're getting in my car," Alexander said before opening the door for me. When I turned back to look at Miguel, I saw my sister happily getting into the car. "Are you getting in or are you going to get in the other car?" he asked irritably, slamming the door shut.I was surprised when he pulled me towards the car driven by Miguel. I noticed my parents turn around as well."Oh, aren't you going to use your car, Alexander?" Cecile asked as she opened her window."We're getting in this car. It seems lik