All Chapters of Love Pentagon: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

I smiled at myself, adoring how good I looked, as I stared at my reflection in the large, rectangular-shaped mirror which was placed on the wall in front of me, in Ryan's guest room. Ryan kind of had a nice sense of fashion. The dark, shiny evening gown he had bought was very beautiful, matching the silver slingback heels I had on. The hairstylist had given me a little hair cut, and had styled my hair in wavy curls. Overall, the slight makeup on my face was perfect.  I cupped my hands around my jaw, flushing like an infatuated teenager. "You're pretty," I murmured to myself.  "You're done?" Hearing Ryan's voice, I turned to him.  He leaned his shoulder over the door frame, his arms curled around his chest. I couldn't help but notice him. The dark blue shirt he wore, matched his black chino pants and brown lace up shoes. Also, he had style his hair in classic taper cut, which made him look so handsome. 

Ryan°°°°°° I requested a glass of non-alcoholic wine from the bartender, drumming my fingers against the bar counter, as I sat on one of the high bar stools by the counter. To be honest, I was quite worried that Serene hadn't gotten back yet. I wanted to check on her, but I felt like I should wait a little longer. Earlier, while we had both been at my place, she had spent a long time in the bathroom. So, what if she had constipation or something? I didn't think it'd be nice to disturb her. "So, how's everything going at your office?" Sherri asked.  I turned to her, trying to act like I wasn't worried. She had been talking to me for a while, which kind of kept my company. I smiled at her. "It's been going well, I guess. It's just that I'm still seeking a way to get rid of Raymond." She sipped from her glass of wine, and giggled. "I think you should resign already.

I didn't know how to begin this unnecessary explanation. I didn't want him to do anything to Kenneth. We hadn't been doing anything wrong, so Kenneth was innocent here. I hoped Ryan would make use of his senses.  "Um…" Kenneth smiled weirdly, and sighed. "I-I guess I'll be leaving now. Do take care, okay? And, see you at work on Monday." I nodded with a smile. "And you too. Goodnight." "Goodnight." With that, he left.  As soon as he walked into the next street, I turned to Ryan who had a neutral expression on his face. Okay, I wasn't going to deal with his jealousy this time around. I'd just ignore it.  "Let's go in." I feigned a smile. Saying it, I just walked past him. But then, for some reasons I didn't care to know about, he held my wrist back.  "Wait," he ordered.  I rolled my eyes, and turned to him.

I wanted to wail at the top of my voice, but I possibly couldn't do that right here. But, seriously, what was my sin? I hadn't even worked here for six months, and now, I was getting fired? Why me? Marsha had been the one who caused all this, but I got to suffer for it? "So, I'm sorry, you'll have to leave," Mrs. Stanley finished the long and boring explanation I had definitely not been listening to. She grabbed her pen from the desk, her eyes glued to the paper in front of her. "So, y'all should be dismissed. I'm sorry for this, but I can't help it. Pack you stuff, and leave now. Thanks." As soon as she said that, everyone started walking out of the office. I was very unstable, but I managed to walk out as well. I couldn't contain my tears. It seemed like I was the only one who was crying. Well, I knew how painful this was.  "Hey." Kenneth walked over to me, just when I wanted to arrange my items. His eyebrows were

Mom and dad's predicament wasn't enough for me to get frustrated. Seeking a job was also on my neck. Vicki had also lost her job, due to some crazy reasons that were unknown to me. So, there was really no way we could both survive if we kept staying at home. In a month, we would completely run out of money. To worsen it all, we had to bear the cost of paying our parents' medical bills. Though a couple of days had passed by, they were still unconscious.  "Hey, buddy." Vicki walked into my room, and used her elbow to shut the door behind her. As soon as she hopped on the bed, she unpacked the food she had kept in a small bag, then started slurping it.  Quite furious to know that she had spent some money on ice cream, chips, and some ugly burgers, I rolled my eyes, and slammed my pen against the furnished stool in front of me. "Seriously? Ice cream?" I threw a glare at her.  She snorted. "Hey, calm down. My b