Kei
The faint light of morning crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, my body still heavy with the exhaustion of last night. For a moment, I lay there, half-asleep, memories from the night before flickering through my mind like scenes from a dream—Gio’s touch, his words, the quiet confessions shared in the dark.
But when I rolled over, reaching for him, my hand met only cool sheets. I opened my eyes, blinking against the morning light, and saw the space beside me empty. The familiar pang of disappointment crept in, but as I sat up, I caught a faint, enticing scent wafting from the other side of the suite.
Curious, I slipped out of bed, grabbing the robe that lay across the armchair and wrapping it around me as I padded out toward the kitchen. When I stepped into the small dining area, a soft smile spread across my face.
On the countertop s
KeiAs dawn broke, the warm Paris sunlight poured through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, blinking awake to find Gio’s arm wrapped around me, his steady breaths fanning against my neck, keeping me grounded in this perfect, fragile moment. For once, there was no rush to move, no urgency to face the world. Just the comfort of being here, wrapped in his warmth, where all my worries melted away.I shifted slightly to look at him, watching as the sunlight brushed over his face, highlighting the edges of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He looked peaceful, almost boyish in his sleep, a side of him that he rarely showed in the light of day.Gently, I traced my fingers along his arm, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. I was surprised at how easily I had slipped into this feeling of closeness with him, how naturally my heart settled in his presence. But as much as I wanted to remain in this moment forever, a lin
KeiThe day moved with a quiet sort of magic, the sun hanging low in the Paris sky, casting golden hues over the city as evening approached. I was lost in a soft, peaceful daze from our morning together, feeling a calm warmth settle over me—a feeling I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. Gio had given me pieces of himself that felt precious, pieces I’d been waiting for him to share.I was just getting ready when I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Gio standing there, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses that instantly filled the room with their sweet, heady scent. His expression was warm, yet nervous, a small smile playing on his lips as he offered them to me.“For you,” he said softly, his gaze intense and unwavering.I took the flowers, feeling the delicate petals between my fingers, their fragrance washing over me. “Gio, they’re beautiful,” I w
KeiThe next morning felt lighter, as if the air itself had softened with the promise that last night had left between us. Gio had shown a side of himself that I’d always believed was there but hadn’t quite seen until now. As we entered the sleek, bustling conference hall where today’s business was set to unfold, the warmth from the night before lingered, even as Gio slipped back into his composed, professional demeanor.The presentation was a success. Gio’s control over the room was magnetic; he had this natural authority, a confidence that turned every word he spoke into something important. I watched him, captivated by how easily he shifted from the affectionate man he’d been last night to the focused leader standing in front of a crowd. Occasionally, his eyes would meet mine, and in those brief moments, I saw a flicker of softness beneath his composed exterior—a private reminder of the man who had h
KeiLeaving Paris felt bittersweet. The city had become a place of new memories, of quiet moments and promises whispered under the night sky. Gio and I had found something real here—something neither of us had anticipated. But as the plane cut through the clouds, I couldn’t shake the worry that back home, our delicate balance might shift, that the demands of his world would pull us back into a rhythm that was all too familiar and distant.When we landed, Gio was immediately pulled into work calls, his focused expression a reminder of the responsibilities waiting for him. His world was demanding, relentless, and for all that we had shared, a part of me worried that it might take over again.We exchanged a soft smile as we gathered our things. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked, his gaze softer than the words.I nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’ll meet you at your place.”With
KEII stared at myself in the mirror as I applied my makeup. With my smooth, glass-like skin, pointed nose, pinkish lips, and brown eyes, I knew I could attract a lot of people with my looks. I guess this is one of the best things my heritage has given me, because without it, I might struggle to do what I’m about to do.“Are you done, Kei?” Sam asked from the doorway. I glanced at her, a smile on my lips.“What do you think? Does this look okay?” I asked, examining myself in the mirror.She studied me for a moment before smiling. “Wow, your looks really run in the family, huh? But you know what would be even better? If you just went back to your parents and got your life back on track.”My smile faded instantly. “Seriously, Sam? That’s what you’re going to say? You know what they did to me, right? Just because I didn’t fulfill my responsibilities as their child, they disowned me. They cut me off for an entire year—couldn’t use my credit cards, couldn’t access my money in the bank, all
KEII stared at the name on the invitation, my heart is pounding. It couldn’t be him. It just couldn’t. But as I mulled over the possibility, the frantic beating of my heart made it harder to dismiss. A part of me, deep down, whispered that this wasn’t just a coincidence—that it might actually be him.“Can I see your invitation?” A security guard’s voice jolted me back to reality, shaking me from my spiraling thoughts. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves, and handed him the invitation, the paper suddenly feeling heavier with each passing second.As he inspected it, I couldn’t help but think about the possibility. What if it really was Gio? I still owed him 50 thousand pesos—how could I pay him back when I didn’t have the money? His image loomed large in my mind, those eyes that always seemed to be searching for something, always observing. I still couldn’t figure out why he entered my life back then, and why now, at a bar that seemed so unrelated to him.“Sir, can I ask w
KEI"Hey, are you okay now? There are a lot of people inside the bar," Sam said to me. I smiled at her and nodded."I'm feeling a bit better," I replied, but I could still feel the anxiety in my chest.Sam squeezed my hand and smiled. "Just face him and tell him you're going to pay your debt. That's all. You don't need to bring up whatever happened between you two before."I wish it were that easy, what Sam was saying. But she had a point. I needed to face Gio. After that, I could live peacefully, without any lingering problems. That’s right, that's what I’ll do.We entered the bar. The lights were already up, and there were plenty of people. Everyone seemed to be having a good time, so I wasn't sure how I was going to find Gio.We headed to the bar station and grabbed some drinks. Sam was chatting with a lot of people she knew since her family was well-known, and she herself was recognized as the next heir of their company. But as for me, hardly anyone knew who I was because my dad k
KEII wasn't sure how we ended up in this room, but the next thing I knew, he was pulling me away from the crowd, and then suddenly, he kissed me. I had no idea who he was, and I didn't know why I was giving myself to him so easily, but I wanted him to help me get rid of Gio.Is this really how the Evangelistas are? Are they all playboys and f*ckboys, knowing exactly how to break women down and get them on their knees?I could feel his muscles tensing as he removed his long-sleeved shirt. If I were sober, I'd probably recognize which Evangelista he was, and even if I were sober, I’d likely still give myself to him without hesitation.His sharp jawline, his pointed nose—a deadly combination, plus he's a damn good kisser. F*ck this guy; I feel like I’m becoming just another notch in his belt.“You’re a great kisser, Kei,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I bit my lip at his words, feeling a surge of desire. At this point, it wasn’t just about getting rid of Gio. Now, I want
KeiLeaving Paris felt bittersweet. The city had become a place of new memories, of quiet moments and promises whispered under the night sky. Gio and I had found something real here—something neither of us had anticipated. But as the plane cut through the clouds, I couldn’t shake the worry that back home, our delicate balance might shift, that the demands of his world would pull us back into a rhythm that was all too familiar and distant.When we landed, Gio was immediately pulled into work calls, his focused expression a reminder of the responsibilities waiting for him. His world was demanding, relentless, and for all that we had shared, a part of me worried that it might take over again.We exchanged a soft smile as we gathered our things. “I’ll see you tonight?” he asked, his gaze softer than the words.I nodded, squeezing his hand. “I’ll meet you at your place.”With
KeiThe next morning felt lighter, as if the air itself had softened with the promise that last night had left between us. Gio had shown a side of himself that I’d always believed was there but hadn’t quite seen until now. As we entered the sleek, bustling conference hall where today’s business was set to unfold, the warmth from the night before lingered, even as Gio slipped back into his composed, professional demeanor.The presentation was a success. Gio’s control over the room was magnetic; he had this natural authority, a confidence that turned every word he spoke into something important. I watched him, captivated by how easily he shifted from the affectionate man he’d been last night to the focused leader standing in front of a crowd. Occasionally, his eyes would meet mine, and in those brief moments, I saw a flicker of softness beneath his composed exterior—a private reminder of the man who had h
KeiThe day moved with a quiet sort of magic, the sun hanging low in the Paris sky, casting golden hues over the city as evening approached. I was lost in a soft, peaceful daze from our morning together, feeling a calm warmth settle over me—a feeling I hadn’t let myself feel in a long time. Gio had given me pieces of himself that felt precious, pieces I’d been waiting for him to share.I was just getting ready when I heard a soft knock on the door. I opened it to find Gio standing there, holding a bouquet of vibrant roses that instantly filled the room with their sweet, heady scent. His expression was warm, yet nervous, a small smile playing on his lips as he offered them to me.“For you,” he said softly, his gaze intense and unwavering.I took the flowers, feeling the delicate petals between my fingers, their fragrance washing over me. “Gio, they’re beautiful,” I w
KeiAs dawn broke, the warm Paris sunlight poured through the windows, casting a soft glow across the room. I stirred, blinking awake to find Gio’s arm wrapped around me, his steady breaths fanning against my neck, keeping me grounded in this perfect, fragile moment. For once, there was no rush to move, no urgency to face the world. Just the comfort of being here, wrapped in his warmth, where all my worries melted away.I shifted slightly to look at him, watching as the sunlight brushed over his face, highlighting the edges of his jaw, the curve of his lips. He looked peaceful, almost boyish in his sleep, a side of him that he rarely showed in the light of day.Gently, I traced my fingers along his arm, savoring the feel of his skin against mine. I was surprised at how easily I had slipped into this feeling of closeness with him, how naturally my heart settled in his presence. But as much as I wanted to remain in this moment forever, a lin
KeiThe faint light of morning crept through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room. I stirred, feeling the warmth of the blankets wrapped around me, my body still heavy with the exhaustion of last night. For a moment, I lay there, half-asleep, memories from the night before flickering through my mind like scenes from a dream—Gio’s touch, his words, the quiet confessions shared in the dark.But when I rolled over, reaching for him, my hand met only cool sheets. I opened my eyes, blinking against the morning light, and saw the space beside me empty. The familiar pang of disappointment crept in, but as I sat up, I caught a faint, enticing scent wafting from the other side of the suite.Curious, I slipped out of bed, grabbing the robe that lay across the armchair and wrapping it around me as I padded out toward the kitchen. When I stepped into the small dining area, a soft smile spread across my face.On the countertop s
KeiThe room was steeped in the faint glow of Paris at night, soft lights filtering in through the windows and casting shadows across the walls. Kei lay beside me, her skin still flushed, her breathing soft and slow, yet her eyes remained wide open, watching me. I couldn’t look away. There was something about her tonight, something that went beyond the passion we had shared.She was everything I had tried to resist, the reason for every battle I’d fought within myself. But tonight, I wanted her without reserve, and now that she was lying here with me, the silence between us felt as raw as our shared breath. I reached out, my hand grazing her shoulder, fingers trailing along her arm as if to convince myself she was real."Tell me," she whispered, her voice barely breaking the silence.“Tell you what?” I asked, my voice a low murmur.“Why me?” Her eyes searched mine, open and vulnerable. “You
KeiThe city lights cast a warm glow on the streets as we walked back to the hotel, the night alive with the soft hum of Parisian life. The air felt thick with unspoken words, and each step beside Gio seemed to amplify the tension between us. The dinner had gone well, but now, away from the clients and the expectations, I was acutely aware of the man beside me—the quiet intensity that clung to him, the way his gaze seemed to linger when he thought I wasn’t looking.When we entered the hotel lobby, the familiar opulence felt surreal, heightening my senses. The chandeliers gleamed above, casting a soft, golden glow that illuminated the intricate designs on the marble floors. The atmosphere was charged, yet strangely quiet, as if the building itself was holding its breath.“Thank you for your work tonight,” Gio said, his voice low, almost intimate in the quiet space.“Of course,” I replied, trying to keep my tone professional despite the fluttering in my chest. His gaze held mine for a b
KeiThe next few days passed in a blur of work and silence, the unspoken tension between Gio and me lingering like a storm that hadn’t yet broken. After our last exchange, he seemed to withdraw even further, keeping his distance both physically and emotionally. I buried myself in my work, focusing on the mountain of tasks that filled my days, trying to ignore the ache that settled in my chest whenever I saw him passing by, barely acknowledging my presence.It was almost a relief to lose myself in the details of each assignment, answering emails, attending meetings, preparing reports, and overseeing logistics. I knew every spreadsheet, every document like the back of my hand, but the sense of purpose I usually found in my work was tinged with a lingering unease. No matter how focused I tried to stay, Gio’s presence loomed over everything, a constant reminder of the unresolved tension between us.But just as I was starting to settle into this strained routine, everything changed.Late i
KeiThe silence of my apartment felt heavier than usual, pressing down on me with an intensity that left me restless and on edge. Gio’s actions had always been a riddle, but lately, they had become even harder to decipher. The push and pull, the hot and cold—it all left me questioning everything I thought I knew about him, about us.I found myself wandering aimlessly from room to room, replaying our most recent encounters over and over in my head. Every touch, every heated look, every whisper that felt like it had been carved just for me—it all blurred into a confusing mess of emotions that left me feeling raw and exposed.One moment, he was there, all fire and possession, pulling me close as though he couldn’t stand to let me go. And then, just as suddenly, he’d shut down, distancing himself in a way that made me feel as if I’d been imagining everything. The push and pull was dizzying, leaving me feeling like I was caught in a storm with no end in sight.Unable to take the silence an