“What the fuck are you saying, Kevin?” I know damn well that I heard every word that slipped out of his lips. But I want him to repeat everything all over again for my system to start accepting and analyzing it. “Bryce Tryst had once again successfully ambushed you, Aurella.” There. There it is. He said it straight to the point, and it feels like a strong slap on both of my cheeks. Strong enough to leave a red mark in the shape of a hand. “Ambushed me? Kevin, you must be kidding me. There's no way that Bryce did it again, and once again so effortlessly.” My eyebrows arch as my eyes dart into his. If Bryce is releasing a collection of engagement rings, then someone in this building or someone who works for me has betrayed me. “Aurella, I understand. And we both know that this is not the first time that something like this had happened.” I roll my eyes at him, “Well, clearly, someone betrayed me again. Stabbed me in the back and twisted the knife with no hesitations at all.” I do
Vincent quickly separates himself from me when the elevator opens and reveals a man in front of us. He clears his throat as the man proceeds to walk inside the elevator. And when his back is on us, Vincent looks at me naughtily with a small smirk formed by his lips. Judging by his looks, he doesn't seem like he just finger-fucked me and did it smoothly and confidently. I can't think of the exact reason why, but there is something about men that feels like a natural skill when it comes to wanting to touch women. It's like, it's a part of their nature to be an expert towards it. They know what to do and they know how to do it. I mean, some men out there can't even find the right habit that they're good at, but extremely skillful when it comes to romancing a woman. I guess they're all just self-taught. It might be the reason why such porn videos exist on the internet. As the elevator moves up, the silence continues to reign on us. It must be a torture for him not having the capabilit
“Oh, Aurella!”Vincent is getting near and nearer to his climax. I would like to see his face because it gives me satisfaction seeing his expression while I'm pleasuring him. But because he's laid down on my bed, I can't see him even if I look up. He's also looking at my ceiling as he groans and keeps thrusting his shaft inside my mouth.“Fuck! There it is.”Before I could even raise my head to avoid getting my mouth filled with his semen, it already exploded in my mouth and his salty flavor poured all over my taste buds.“Shit, this is why I can't get enough of you.” Vincent lets go a heavy sigh and rests both of his arms on each side.Finally, he freed me from his tight grip.But of course, I am not done yet. There's no way that I'm just going to let him have pleasure on his own. I want to have mine too. Or else, it would be pretty much unfair of him.“Aurella, I want to fuck you.”“Hmm,”I carefully spewed his milky liquid on his shaft and have had no other choice but to swallow th
Vincent and I didn't hump for a very long time. The moment that he had once again reached his climax, and as I reach mine, we decided to lay on the bed beside each other. I suppose we are both now satisfied with what we have done. But I can still feel him catching his breath while our eyes focus at the bedroom ceiling. “I heard Bryce will launch a collection of your own designs.” Out of the blue, Vincent says without looking at me. It was the opposite on my side because that made me look at him. “Where did you hear about that?” Vincent nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “From his friends.” His friends? So they all know that Bryce had been trying to sabotage my business for a long time now? Friends... so does that mean Conrad knows? Or maybe I'm wrong. “That's kind of odd,” I return my sight at the bedroom ceiling. “Why would he tell his friends? How desperate is he to tell his friends? Please don't tell me that he has been asking them for help.” I almost sound like bragging. B
“See you tomorrow, Aurella.”Vincent waves his goodbye at me before leaving my penthouse. He told me he has other plans for tonight with his friends. And when he said friends, I immediately urged him to go. He knows that I badly want him to gather details for me. Especially when he showed me their chat group. Bryce left a message saying, ‘see you all later, morons.’.With that, Vincent is off to be my spy. He will report to me tomorrow, and I will be waiting.Just patiently waiting.As for me tonight, I also have some other plans. My plans for tonight can't be postponed nor cancelled. The fact that Bryce already did me dirty serves as my fuel to drive me scheming my clapback. I have to make sure that my efforts making my own original designs won't go to waste. I know my designs; I know that flaws that they cointain, and it would be beyond easy for me to make new sketches.Bryce probably had his laugh right now, but he must be ready for my turn.I bet he won't be able to laugh again af
The happiness that fills Conrad's eyes are visible enough for me to wish deep inside that someday I'll be that happy and contented. “Which from the three bastards have told you that?” I shrug my shoulders at him. “Doesn't really matter. I just know.” He shakes his head in disapproval, “I knew those shit heads won't be able to get a hold of themselves.” His voice sounds disappointed, but my ears say otherwise. The disappointment serves as a disguise. Trying to hide the fact that he purposely told my cousins about him and his wife having their baby number two. He knew that they will spread the news for him. And on my side of the fence, I knew that he wants the news to be spread. It didn't take long until his lovely wife appeared walking behind him. Approaching us with a look that holds questions in her eyes and she's hindering them from breaking free. Conrad looks behind, noticing the presence of his wife. “Oh, there she is. She's my wife.” Genevieve is looking at me like she had
“I’m sorry about that. If only I knew that you were coming, I wouldn’t have let Conrad invite his friend over.”I can feel that Genevieve is sincerely sorry to me for the situation that I had to witness tonight, but something deep in my guts is telling me that she is also sorry to herself.“It’s fine. I don’t really mind, Genevieve. And why should you be sorry? This is your house; you can invite anyone you like. It’s somehow my fault for crashing here without an early notice.” I smile, “Well, I do really want to surprise you.”“And I was.” The delight and happiness in her voice is very audible.Another reason to praise myself for being such a smart mastermind for giving her a gift that I know will mean so much to her.It’s just that, I didn’t expect the devil to come crashing here too.“Have you had dinner? How about you stay for a while and eat with us? I would love to have you in our house.”Oh yeah, that is one of the many things that I have been wanting to hear tonight.Despite th
“Yup, a very well-known supermodel.”It was Bryce. He took the will to cut the staring contest happening between us just a moment ago.And I’m relieved, very relieved.“What’s wrong? You didn’t recognize her fully?” His eyes are now focused on Genevieve’s aunt, and her aunt is looking back and forth between me and Bryce.And oh, I forgot to mention. Bryce is sitting on the seat just in front of me.The way that his lips is looking like it’s about to give a mischievous grin, is giving me a strong feeling that he will now start to try pushing my buttons until I explode and ruin the whole night for everybody.This is what he’s good at. Even without saying a single fucking word, he is capable of triggering every fiber of my being whenever that he wants to. He’s capable of sending me the signals to go cautious and rapid within just a single moment.He makes it seem like there’s no difficulty in piercing through my defenses and making me give up with no chance of standing up for myself all o