The toy...A week had passed, and there was still no contract to sign, leaving a disturbing feeling in my stomach that never went away."Aren't you done yet? It's already 2," Jessie said, peeping over my shoulder at my PC.Today was Friday, and we were closing two hours early. Jessie had suggested we go to an art café where I could paint my heart out. The problem was that I had no skill whatsoever in drawing."I'm done," I replied, switching off my PC. "We can go now."As I entered her car, she asked, "Heard from Damon?"I flinched at the mention of his name, unable to fathom how I could miss something I never had, or maybe I missed what I could have had.I fastened my seatbelt. "Let's not talk about him."I was doing my utmost to forget him. I had moved out of the apartment, leaving every outfit, every piece of jewelry—everything, including the car he had gotten for me. I didn’t want any reminders of him. But my heart refused to cooperate."Do we really have to go to an art studio?
The CEO..She kept struggling to reach for the paper, her soft body brushing against mine and sending a pleasurable jolt through me. A wide grin spread across my lips as she leaped for the paper I held just out of her reach.As she kept trying, my phone rang—it was my lawyer. I quickly ended the call.“Aren’t you going to pick that up?” My Binky questioned, putting some distance between us. “So, I’ll be getting the contract anytime soon?”I nodded, squeezing the paper back into my pocket.Her expression dropped, and I couldn’t tell if it was sadness or relief. Either way, I didn’t like it.“I’ll be taking my leave,” I said, heading toward the door. I turned back to her. “I’m very good at swimming; no river’s going to wash me away.” A smile tugged at the corners of my lips as her cheeks turned red.Stepping out of the studio, I spotted Zach and Jessie, cozied up on a bench outside. They kept calling it a "friends with benefits" thing, but it was clearly more serious. Watching them al
The Toy. “Happy birthday to you!” I sang the song loudly, clapping my hands as though I were an alarm waking Jessie up from her sleep. I couldn't fathom how she could sleep on her birthday; I'd have been too excited to rest. "Nope," I said, pulling her off the bed. "Oh, Ari," she yelped as she thudded onto the floor. “Today is my birthday; the best you can do is let me sleep.” “We have a lot to do,” I stated with a bubbly voice. “Like baking a cake, cooking, and watching a movie.” My expression deepened as I dashed to sit very close to Jessie on the bed. I cupped her hands and raised them up, positioning them between our chests. “Please, let’s go out for your birthday. Let’s not spend it like a regular Saturday.” I always knew Jessie was quirky, but planning on spending her birthday like every other day was the height of it. Even if I decided to throw a surprise party, we didn’t have any friends we could invite, and Jessie would strangle me to death if I dared to invite colleagu
The toy..."As I rummaged through my pockets, my heart raced like a wild animal. I felt a flush creep up my cheeks like a slow-burning fire. "I can't find the key," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.Damon's amber eyes widened, his gaze piercing through me like a sharp blade. The chain connecting us jangled softly, a constant reminder of our awkward predicament.Jessie and Zach approached us, their amused expressions a stark contrast to our tense situation."What's going on?" Jessie asked, her tone playful, but her eyes gleamed with concern.I held up the handcuffs, the metal cold and unforgiving against my skin. I seem to have misplaced the key," with a sheepish grin."It's not in my pockets."Zach burst out laughing. "Today is going to be fun for both of you."I shot him a mock glare. "This isn't funny, Zach."Damon is still having the emotionless look. "So, what do we do now? We can't exactly go around like this forever."Patiently waiting for him to smack his forehead s
The CEO . . She rose to a sitting position, her hands pulling mine. As usual, the words stuck in my throat. But I needed to tell her to get off this guilt-eating at me so we could stop acting like strangers. “What is that?” She questioned, her gaze focused on me, boring a pit in my stomach—it wasn’t actually her gaze but my stupid actions of that night that haunted me. I glanced around searching for alcohol, but all I got Tracy’s words instead, reminding me that alcohol would never drown out the pain or give me confidence. Internally, I chuckled; she had no idea what she was saying. I focused my attention back on her. The words are still heavy on my tongue. She shifted on the bed, and I could see curiosity eating her up. I cleared my throat. “I made a very big mistake.” My voice deepened. “I didn’t do this for revenge, and I feel so stupid because I gloated about it.” I watched her eyes widen slightly, her posture stiffening as if bracing herself for a punch. Shutting my ey
The toy...'I’m afraid Mummy will send me back to the basement. I’m scared of the dark,' she said‘Don’t worry, I’ll go,’I replied.‘No, I don’t want you to go, especially because of me.’‘Ariel, I did it. You’re scared of the dark. Keep staying in the light while I stay in the dark for you.’Opening my eyes, tears streamed down, my heart heavy with a deep pain I couldn’t understand. The diary was open against my chest. I fell asleep while reading it.Slowly, I rose to a sitting position, and emotions broke out, hot liquid carrying my pain flowed from my eyes and stung my face.“Hey, Ari. Are you okay?” Jessie asked, her voice weighed down by sleep.My body shuddered with every sob. “I’m sorry I woke you,” I apologized, my voice wobbling.Jessie sat up and pulled me into her arms. “Is it Damon that’s making you cry?” she asked, her voice edged with annoyance.“Of course not.” I wiped my tears. “Just painful memories,” I whispered.“You’re going to be fine.” Jessie stroked my back as
The CEO..Stepping out of my sleek black sports car, I'm immediately greeted by a barrage of flashing cameras. The night air was alive with the excitement of the event, and I took a moment to let the photographers capture the scene. Dressed sharply in a perfectly fitted suit, I offer a slight smile, acknowledging the attention without revealing too much. The cool breeze tousled my hair as I stood, feeling the weight of anticipation and the hum of the bustling crowd around me.After a few moments, I nodded to the photographers, signaling that they've gotten what they needed. With purpose in my stride, I made my way towards the illuminated entrance of the event hall.“Hey, man,” Zach approached me, a smirk playing on his lips. “Tracy really outdid herself with this one.”A soft yet powerful smile curled up my lips as I surveyed the crowd of high-profile business personalities she had managed to gather. Some I knew well; others I had only seen in the news or on magazine covers. It was
The toy...I trailed behind as I was pulled by his arm, ignoring every feeling his touch caused. I was sick and tired of his little mind games. The warm air turned cold as we stepped out, leaving the noise behind us.He twirled me, positioning me before him.“What Damon?” I asked, exasperated.Without warning, no hint or soever, he planted his lips on mine. My eyes widened as I froze, and my brain hadn’t discerned if this was real or not. He had never kissed me; he always stopped when he was inches away. When Damon wrapped his strong arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body, fireworks ignited in my body—it was real.Damon pulled back, his hungry-filled eyes locked onto mine. “Say something.” He breathed out.How could I? I was too stunned to speak. I guess I just have to show him.With savage intensity, I closed my eyes and yanked him closer by his tie, reclaiming his lips with mine. The chill of the night air couldn't cool the heat surging through me. Our tongues entwine