"Well, hello there, lovebirds..." Damon flashed his smirk as soon as he went out with Trisha, who was just rubbing her puffy eyes.Trisha looked at Yvette with a surreptitious grin on her lips as they waited for her to join them for breakfast."Wow. You two were so early. And you already showered. Yvette is really an early bird. Oh, how I remember sleeping with her that she would always get up early in the morning to take a bath while I'm still snoring!" Trishia said to herself as Damon pulled the chair for her.Clyde noticed it too when they were in Paris. Yvette is independent. She would always start her day by being productive."I'm also waking up early so I can start my day at six in the morning," Clyde mentioned while his eyes were on his plate."Are you low-key saying that you're fit as Yvette's husband because you can join her for being an early bird?" Damon chuckled while pouring juice for his girlfriend.Clyde just shrugged while Yvette just sipped on her water, unfazed by Da
Her photo shoot started. She looked at the camera fiercely. She was busy while Clyde was sitting on his swivel chair in front of his laptop and glancing at his phone from time to time.Should I text her? Nah, Clyde. Would she think you’re clingy? Well. I am. He let his intrusive thoughts win, took the phone that was resting on the side of his laptop, and leaned against the chair as he started typing some words.Clyde:Good luck with your interview for the magazine.He stared at it while his fingers still wanted to type more. A part of him wanted to call, but he knew that she was busy, and he didn’t want to disturb her.His secretary knocked, so he put down his phone as he saw Merrie walking into his office with more folders in her hand."These are the initial reports of the proposed project of Mr. Sebastian, sir," she said in a soft voice as she placed the folders.Clyde nodded and dismissed her right away. The secretary smiled before leaving. He’s back to his professional mode as he
Yvette started socializing with the others, while Blake couldn't seem to get enough of her, so he would insert himself in every group where Yvette was.And every time she would throw a glance at where Clyde was, she would always find his eyes looking at her surreptitiously.Her phone beeped. She checked it and saw the familiar number flash on the screen.Clyde: I want you with the girls...Her brow shot up. She knew what Clyde was talking about because she was now surrounded by men who are giddily talking to her, including Blake."So what was that family that Rogue released as a teaser, huh? Are you already planning to build a family? Perhaps a spoiler that you're already going to marry?" one of the men pointed out, which is the son of a big brand as well.Yvette started typing a reply for Clyde.Yvette: Like how you were surrounded by the girls too?Yvette took her eyes off her phone for a minute to participate in the topic."It's a spoiler that she's going to say yes to me one of
"Rosie has confirmed that Clyde Smith told him his wife was just at the party as well. Other than that, he flashed his wedding ring to her, which means, all this time, he's already married?""Who could it be? He's linked to multiple women recently. It's hard to figure out who it could be?""And someone claimed it must also be a fan of Yvette Martinez, which is why he's probably here.""Oh, I checked it. He is really wearing a wedding ring! He's taken! Not just taken, but he's tangled by a woman called his wife!""One of the hottest bachelors in town is already married. Oh, this would blow up for sure. We must know at this party who's his wife."Trisha, who was on the dancefloor as they heard the murmurs of the women with Yvette, made her eyes widen a bit at Yvette surreptitiously, making sure that she wouldn't be so obvious about it.That's why, after spending much more time on the dance floor, Trisha pulled Yvette to the restroom. Trisha closed the door, checked each cubicle first to
Yvette couldn't take her eyes off his massiveness when Clyde stipped right in front of her, taking his shirt off until it fell on the ground and pushing the remaining clothes until he was naked.Yvette's eyes grazed on his stomach and down his firm legs as her eyes settled on the thickness of his shaft, which looked erect but wasn't. She sipped on her wine just to ease what was choking her in her throat.Clyde went into the water and sat on the other edge of the tub. He spread his legs and rested them on the sides, as he could feel Yvette's feet in between them.Yvette looked at her intensely as she sipped on her wine again, remembering what Clyde said earlier."Why? Your wife is single. Isn't she allowed to get pursued by men?" she arched her brow.Yvette would always remind him what their setup is and that they aren't in love with each other. But sometimes he just wants to tell her that he wants a deeper relationship with her. But he knows it would be too much to ask. Yvette might o
The vigorous sex in the bathtub lasted for how many hours until Yvette felt the ache in her body and just stopped, knowing that she had another scheduled for tomorrow that she needed to attend to.When she went out, her team was in their rooms to rest. Clyde followed her to her room as they both changed clothes."I don't have any," Clyde whispered in his weak voice, indicating that he was tired and sleepy.Yvette was in her walk-in closet when he came in, with only a towel wrapped around his waist. She could feel his intensity while trying to find a nightgown she could wear."You should have brought your things with you." She almost stuttered when, in the middle of her talking, Clyde caressed the side of her waist until he slowly wrapped it around her waist and rested his head on her shoulder as he yawned."Mm... let me borrow from your clothes. Just the plain T-shirts and some pajamas," he murmured sleepily.Yvette froze a bit as she could see in her peripheral vision how Clyde looke
On that day, Yvette attended one of her schedules, but in the middle of the work, she couldn't help but think about what happened while Clyde was too sleepy, and he waited for her until she finished blow-drying her hair and joined her on the bed as well.There's something about it that she likes, but at the same time, she hates it."You looked bothered, Yvette," her make-up artist pointed out, and she slowly realized it reflected on her expression while she sat in front of the mirror.She relaxed her furrowed brows as she looked at the mirror when she realized that she was spacing out just because of what happened."Is it because of the rumor?" her hairstylist, who was busy styling her hair, asked softly."What rumor?" Yvette asked absentmindedly.She's in her dressing room with her name outside the door of the show she's in for an interview on one of the well-known talk shows in Hollywood, which has the name of the interviewer himself."You know, everyone's speculating about Mr. Smit
Clyde, who's busy in his office, was bombarded with a lot of messages about the rumor circulating all around the internet; it even got on the news and in magazines. It was a big deal that some women were already coming into his office just to confirm it in his mouth personally."Another woman is wanting to see you in the lobby, Mr. Smith," his secretary informed him when the door opened."Who?" he asked, expecting that Yvette had suddenly become clingy and wanted to see him."Diana Miller," he said.Clyde's expression turned a bit disappointed. "Don't cater to anyone. But at least tell me who's looking for me.His secretary nodded as he excused himself and closed the door.He picked up his phone and looked at his messages, but not a single message came from Yvette. He licked his lip as he leaned against the swivel chair and started waiting for a reply.Clyde: Good luck with your interview.Clyde: Tell me when it's done.Clyde:I'll fetch you so we can have dinner right away.He star