“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
“Get out. Get out of my office, you're fired.” No hint of anger nor any possible remorse is shown by my face. Not even the sound of my voice can make anyone conclude that I am disappointed. This is how I am. Calm and composed. No such chaos can deflate my professionalism. “Yes, sir. I'm really sorry, Mr. Tryst. Thank you for everything.” She bows her head before walking out of my office. As soon as I heard the glass door shut, I sit on my swivel chair and wonder why this shit keeps on happening to me. The woman that I fired just now was my secretary. My fourth secretary this year, and the ones before her were all just like her. All of them betrayed me; all of them were traitors. Garbages that I picked up from the dirt and turned into gold. Why do I keep on finding the wrong ones? A little bit more, this business will make me lose my sanity. My sanity that I keep on holding together, but I knew that I lost it way back in college. Suddenly, a knock on the door stops me from lookin
We might find the most elegant engagement ring here, but man, this store is extremely full of customers. It's even impossible for me to take more than two steps forward without stopping. “Bryce?” My attention quickly focuses on the owner of the voice that called my name. My forehead wrinkles, “Schyler? What are you doing here?” His forehead also earned creases on its surface. “No, what are you doing here? You're the last person I know that I least expect to be here.” What is he talking about? What does he mean by telling me that I'm the last person he expects to be here? “I'm with Isequel. We're looking for an engagement ring.” Shock invades his system and it's obvious all over his face. I bet he doesn't expect Isequel to find an engagement ring for his girlfriend. We all know Isequel. He once told us that he'll only propose to Dahna after 5 years together. But it had only been 2 years since she became his girlfriend. Too early? I agree. “He's going to buy Dahna an engagement ring
“Excuse me.” I made sure my voice sounded soft and calm as I made my way inside our family's mansion. I am completely clueless on why there are so many people here. When in fact, only a family dinner is going to be held tonight.“Sweet mother of Jesus, I am so late.” I said to myself as I walk faster all the way to the dining hall. I'm not going to lie, my insides are a little bit panicky right now. The heavens know how strict my father is when it comes to family dinners. He doesn't like it when me or my brother comes late and comes crashing down in front of the table.It's embarrassing for him. He said everyone's going to go home talking about it, and everyone's attention will be on me. Well, I sort of believe it though. This is not the first time that I am late, and the first time that I was late, I just wanted the universe to make me vanish into an unknown realm. I felt humiliated with numerous pairs of eyes watching me and my every move. Made me wish that I should've never came at
Uncle Noam is the youngest of my father's brothers. There are seven of them; seven Aglauros brothers that are now in charge of passing the generational wealth of their parents. Namely: Nicodemus Aglauros, Nehemiah Aglauros, Nicander Aglauros, Neptune Aglauros, Nanzio Aglauros, Naveen Aglauros, and Noam Aglauros.As the second generation of this family, the heavy weight of carrying the family's expectations of us to bring the third generation is the pressure that me and my cousins have. We are all trying to avoid it, and whenever the word ‘marriage’ bothers our eardrums, we all react the same way. None of us wants to get married yet.Well, I once wanted to get married. I thought I was ready for it. And if that day did really happen, I would've been trying my best now on how to be the best wife for that man.Until now, it still feels like a baggage that I can't bring myself to give up.“How was the grand opening of your jewelry store, Aurella?” I was pulled out of my reverie when I hear