The CEO..Mr.Brian's face flushed, and he coughed awkwardly. "Well, since we're considering this partnership, I wanted to make sure there wouldn't be any complications. You see, I've been thinking of, uh, getting closer to Aria myself. She's quite remarkable, and I thought, " He trailed off, finally meeting my gaze, only to flinch at the intensity of my stare.Who the hell was this bastard?My eyes darkened as my mind raced, a storm and fury brewing within me. How dare he think he could move in on my Binky? But I couldn't let him see how much this affected me. I had to keep my emotions in check."Mr.Brian," I said, leaning forward, my voice low and controlled. "If you know what's best for you and your business, you'll avoid her." My gaze pierced his, daring him to challenge me.He swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing visibly. "I see," he stammered, shifting uncomfortably. "I didn't mean to cause any tension. I just thought... well, it doesn't matter."Rising to my feet, I extend
The toy... Tuesday morning and I had nowhere to be, not even work as Jessie and I took our three weeks break. I sighed, staring at my phone-no messages, not from Damon or Jessie.Jessie had gone on a trip with Zach, promising to visit me today. As for Damon, we'd been talking, but he'd been distant lately. Was the intimacy that bad?I sprawled back on the bed, my gaze fixed on the ceiling. Another sigh escaped me, restlessly shifting, wondering if he was thinking of me too.If only I had something to do and somewhere to go.My phone beeped, and my heart raced as I scrambled to pick it up. I hissed and collapsed back onto my bed. It was a message from those newsletters to which I subscribed too.I curled myself on the bed; every moment of that night spent on the bed kept crawling in. I shut my eyes, desiring his arms to be around me and his breath against me. The echoes of his chuckles haunted my very core. I wrapped my arm around the pillow, squeezing it tightly. My heart ached with
The toy. . . Stepping into the ride that he had sent for me, a bouquet of roses and a note lay on the seat for me. I picked up the rose and smelled it; its natural scent enticed my nose. I picked up the note. “I’m waiting, Binky.” A warm smile tugged at the corners of my lips, reflecting what my heart was feeling. I checked my watch for what felt like a hundredth time; the driver said it was a fifteen-minute drive. Yet twenty minutes had gone by—twenty minutes of my brain running with wild thoughts, my heart beating erratically. A few days of not seeing his face felt like an eternity. As the car stopped next to the private jet, I stepped out, my short black a-line skirt and black hair dancing freely in the wind. I quickened my pace, and my heels clicked against the ground. I clutched the bouquet of roses. As I stepped into the private jet, the familiar scent of leather and subtle cologne enveloped me. My heart pounded with anticipation, and my breath caught in my t
.The CEO..I looked at my watch to check the time. "8:45? Damn, Binky," I called out, frustration creeping into my voice. I had been waiting for roughly 20 minutes, and we were dangerously close to being late for our reservation. I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, glancing towards the hallway. "How long does it take for her to get ready?" I thought to myself, Exasperation is building. I knew Binky wanted to look perfect, but at this rate, we might miss the entire evening.“I’m coming!” she screamed as she walked out, wearing a stunning evening dress that immediately captured my attention. The dress was a deep emerald green, shimmering slightly under the light, with a fitted bodice that accentuated her figure perfectly. The neckline was a tasteful V-shape, adorned with delicate lace that added a touch of elegance and sophistication.The dress flowed down into a soft, cascading skirt that moved gracefully with every step she took, brushing lightly against the floor.My frustrati
The toy...I stared blankly at the ceiling of my office. It’s been three days since Damon and I came back from Greece. After that night, I felt like I ruined the trip, but Damon became overly protective of me, handling me like I was fragile—it was sweet. A smile curled up my lips, remembering our romantic trips.My phone beeped, drawing me out of my sweet thoughts. It was a message from Mrs. Johnson requesting my presence in her office.I opened the door leading to Mrs. Johnson’s office and was greeted by the awful sight of papers carpeting the desk, as usual. It was impressive how she managed to sort them out with ease every day.My eyes widened as I saw someone I never expected to see, especially not in Mrs. Johnson's office. I couldn't hide my discomfort upon seeing her—a person forbidden to mention Her lips curled into an annoying smile, hiding a sweet behind them."What are you doing here?" I questioned, anger lacing my voice."She’s a client, Ms. Smith," Mrs. Johnson stated,
The CEO...I ran my hands through my hair, my blood boiling—100 degrees Celsius—as I swerved, swapping lanes. The car horn blared behind me, but I barely registered it. My mind was a storm of thoughts, each one fueling the fire in my chest. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my temples, a relentless drum beat that matched the frantic rhythm of my heart.The city lights blurred past. I tightened my grip on the steering wheel as I tried to focus on the road ahead. But every red light and every slow-moving vehicle seemed like a personal affront, a deliberate attempt to test the limits of my patience. Breathing heavily, I punched the dashboard, a futile attempt to release some of the pent-up frustration.Ignoring Zach and Binky’s calls as I sped through the next intersection, narrowly avoiding a collision, I realized I was losing control not just of the car but of myself. I needed to calm down and find a way to cool the raging inferno inside me before it consumed everything in its path.
The CEO...My eyes opened groggily, wrenched from sleep by the piercing sound of my alarm. The shrill noise seemed to reverberate through my entire body, amplifying the pain that had already coursed through me. Every muscle ached as I moved slowly, wincing with each motion. I ran my hand through my tangled hair, taking a deep breath in and out to steady myself before attempting to get up. The events of the previous day flashed through my mind, and I remembered how I had stumbled straight to bed, too exhausted to tend to my wounds and bruises.I walked to the mirror, dreading what I would see but needing to face it. My reflection stared back at me, a grim testament to the rough night. Bruises mottled my face, each one a reminder of the blows I had taken.I leaned closer, gently touching the most painful spots, feeling the heat and tenderness beneath my fingertips. "They could have at least tried not to hit my face so much," I muttered to myself, frustration and dark humor mingling in
LUCY..Seeing him in such a state was heartbreaking. It was clear that the weight of his decisions had finally caught up with him. He brought it upon himself. There was a sense of helplessness, knowing that he had the power to change his fate but chose not to. All he had to do to end this kind of pain was leave his toy and pick me up.“What wasn’t I doing right? Wasn’t I pretty enough?” I thought to myself. I replayed every moment in my mind, scrutinizing every word and action. I questioned whether I had missed something obvious or if there was a flaw in me that pushed him away.The self-doubt was overwhelming, a constant whisper in my mind that perhaps I wasn’t enough. I wondered if I could have done something differently, something better, to change the outcome. The uncertainty and insecurity gnawed at me, leaving me restless and searching for answers that might never come.What did he see in Binky? I couldn't understand it. I had seen her, and there was nothing special about her—