All Chapters of Smoke and Mirrors: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 11 “What’s wrong?” Her eyes widened once again as if she was wondering how he figured out that she wanted to say something but instantly recovered then asked, “How was it? Ah—gosh, nevermind that I asked,” she said but he kept staring at her while taking another bite and chewing the food that caused her flushing face to grow redder. “I-I… gosh, it’s just that when people eat food that I cook, I tend to get nervous as if it was Gordon Ramsay himself was eating it, and I fear they might not like it.” He was relieved that he had already swallowed his food as he couldn’t prevent himself from chuckling lightly and it made the woman beside him became more embarrassed. “Don’t be, I’m no Michelin star achieving chef. I’m only your fi—” he stopped midway when realized that he was about to address himself as her fiancé. “Your ordinary office guy, and

Chapter 13As time ran fast unexpectedly like how sand cascades down from the upper bulb to its connected lower bulb and just as the cold, crisp dawn quickly transcended into a prickly afternoon that then turned into the beauteously lingering evening, the hours have turned into days and the days turned into weeks, Adler had been observing Carylle for three weeks and it wasn't enough for him to know all about her. Of course, he knows that it takes time to know one person but the progress he was expecting to ensue fast was actually happening at a snail's pace that makes him feel damned.In those very three weeks ever since she moved in with him, he would never leave his house without eating a sumptuous breakfast along with fresh, hot coffee and sleep at night without skipping dinner. When he started living by himself, he tends to take his meals lightly and often skips them especially when he's tired or

Chapter 15 "Adler, son?" realizing it was his mother, Adler almost jumped on his seat. "Yes, ma?" he asked, meanwhile, Elis, who was standing right in front of him, a few inches away from his desk was busying herself pulling her top up, holding them by their upper hem and wiggling the fitted cloth pulling it up her rich, curvaceous breasts that then, in turn, jiggle and bounce stupendously. It was as if she was putting on a show with him as her only audience. Vehemently taking his assigned role, Adler stared at her in daze while she was continued her show, now pulling her top and wiggling slowly as if she was tempting him. She suddenly turned her eyes on him, catching him scrutinizing her then smirked and that was when he lost it. She really was tempting him! "Have you eaten lunch?" his mother asked while he glared at the tantalizing woman who was distracting him by just putting on her clothes then closed his eyes shut and fo

Chapter 17 "Fine, whatever you say, Sir," she said, going with the flow while a small giggle left her lips as she went the other way to open the shotgun seat. A nanosecond later, the entire car was occupied with a faint, soft vanilla scent. Adler figured that it was her perfume. As it wafted over the opening of his nostrils like a vixen faintly playing, tempting, he found it refreshing, compared to Elis' intoxicating perfume that he defined as desire's smell that would always make him catch his breath. "You've got a soft-smelling perfume," he complimented, wanting for the tender fragrance to last for a while as she sat comfortably on the shotgun seat and putting her bag on her lap. "Oh," she gasped as her cheeks slightly rose its temperature. "It's a body mist." "Oh, I see. I apologize for not recognizing that," he said with the same smile earlier as he stepped on the gas pedal at the same time, swerve the steering wh

Chapter 19 "I love these!" she exclaimed, looking up at him and for the first time, Adler saw her genuinely and completely ecstatic. "I never thought that they'd finally be distributed here!" he looked at her with the same smile on his face while taking note that she like strawberry milk and thought that with her current expression, the possibility of her jumping in happiness like a little kid is a hundred percent. He went towards the fridge where she got the milk and grabbed a bottle, inspecting its entirety and reading its label. It was named Papa Miguel's Fresh Milk, he immediately distinguished why it was her favorite, it's because they're the ones who produced the milk, so she was likely exposed to an unlimited supply of it that it became her favorite or maybe it was genuinely her favorite from the start. He heard that it was recently manufactured by her father's company two years ago, it was sold first as a local drink then a food souvenir for