My sister didn't stop me from telling her what happened that night; that's why I gave her what she wanted. After that, her son, Ashton, and I fell asleep next to each other. The next day, I thought that Sabrina would repeat what we talked about last night, but when we both woke up, she didn't seem to care. I didn't even open it again because the important thing is that I shared with her what happened. They went home that morning because she also had work at her restaurant. They all left the house, and I was the only one left there. I spent some time in the bathroom because I was still thinking about what I would say to my team later. I'm about to enter the office now and start work again, but I'm nervous about what they might ask me. Should I say it or not? Do they even need to know that? I just shook my head and sighed when I finally finished getting ready. It's up to me what I can answer for them, but I hope they don't ask any more questions. "Good morning, architect!" some empl
It was as if my thoughts on life disappeared when I told my friends about it. They didn't judge me for what happened, and they were even very happy there. Trisha also told me that she will ask for Cris's full name so they can set up another night out with them. I refused because that would be my last night out with those guys. I also told Trisha that I hoped she wouldn't mention my story to John. I don't know if Cris will tell his friends what happened to us, but I hope not. Another thing is that it doesn't seem like it's his first time, and it's normal for them. I'm also sure that I'm not the only woman he's slept with, and I might not be the only woman he's brought to his mansion. Those are the things that come to mind while I'm working, and I try to put them out of my mind and concentrate on what I'm doing. "Where are you?" It was Stella who called me. My phone is on loud speaker because I can't take my attention away from what I'm doing because I might just ruin the design I h
Stella was just teasing me there in my office, and she didn't really stop me because she wanted to know the name of my one-night stand. I just told her the name that I only knew. It's true that I don't know Cris's full name, and I have no intention of finding out. I didn't want to seem interested in him after a wild night. "What if I ask Trisha?" she asked more. I glared at Stella for being naughty. "Stop it, Stella. I'll just show you the video of us when we did the body shot. Wendy has a video," I told her. The only reason she wants to know Cris's full name is so that she can see and stalk him on social media. "Oh my gosh! Really?! Take it! I want to watch it!" Stella said with a smile. She even shook me as if he were indicating that I should stop what I was doing so I could get the video of Wendy. When I thought about what Wendy and I might think of me when I took that video, I was immediately embarrassed. It's like I'm sorry because I told Stella about that video. "Don't.
I quickly got out of the elevator when it finally stopped on the floor where my room was. My heart was beating fast, and I knew it was because of anger. I didn't like what he said because I feel like he just thinks of me as that kind of girl, like the girls he's slept with. Yes, I admitted that it was an amazing night, but I don't want that to happen again! So what right does he have to tell me that we can continue what we did? Who does he think he is? What did he think of himself? Am I going to chase after him because of what happened between the two of us? No way! And that will never happen. "Hey!" he called again. I sped up my pace because I didn't expect him to follow me that far. "Lily, wait a minute. I'm just joking, okay?" he said while following me. In my annoyance, I rushed to face him, and he immediately stopped and was obviously shocked at what I did. "I don't care if you were just joking! That's not funny, and why are you even following me, huh?" I told him one after
My mind wandered while working on the site, but I forced myself to concentrate and focus on it. I can't be distracted by what happened to me last night. I focused my full attention on designing and constructing it. I also measured the land and checked the building where something had been built. I have engineers with me, and we just talk about things to change. "It's fine, Engineer Nueda. Just call me again if there's a problem with what you're going to do so we can find a way right away," I said to Engineer. "Sure, Architect, I think there won't be any problem because the whole design has been discussed more properly," he answered me. "Yeah, I know, and I apologize for that. It's really hard to have a meeting online," I said. My visit here for our meeting has been postponed several times because I am also busy with my other work. My projects also happened one after the other, and Dad was the one who accepted them for me. I didn't want to disappoint him, so I accepted them. "Tha
I didn't pay much attention to what Mommy was telling me about Liam and Lucas' older brothers. A few days passed until Mommy and Daddy's long-awaited day arrived. "Are you guys ready?" Mommy asked us. I just finished getting dressed, and I'm wearing my silver dress, which is only up to my knees. I was the first to fix it, so when they were done, I did some retouching. I also called Stella, but she said she couldn't come, and the same goes for Marcus. We finished cleaning the house early because we were also going to the venue early. They say there will be pictures taken first, and there will be media coverage as well. When we got to the venue, I immediately saw how organized the entire reception was. The designs there are very big and fancy; Mommy and Daddy really prepared them. Sabrina and I just arrived, so when I finished taking pictures there, I immediately picked up Ashton. "I missed you!" I said happily to my nephew. I just hugged him and took a picture of him with my pho
"How are you, Architect? I was worried about you earlier," asked me a rather old woman who was a friend of Mommy's. "I'm alright, ma'am. Maybe I'm just tired from yesterday's work," I answered, then shrugged my shoulders. "Oh! You should get some rest sometimes. Don't just work; take some rest. Health is more important," she reminded me. "I don't know about that daughter of mine. She works too hard, and even on weekends instead of resting, she's still working!" Mommy has fuel there. I just laughed and shook my head because I had become their topic. When I was relieved, I announced that I was going to meet my other co-workers and friends who had attended the party. I saw Wendy earlier, but because there were so many people there, she disappeared from my sight. The engineer and architect acquaintances I saw there, I said hello to one by one, so they only asked me if I was fine because they said they saw what happened to me earlier. I was holding wine while greeting the guests ther
"Hey! he called to me. When I felt him getting closer to me, I moved further away from him. I'm ashamed now because I couldn't stop the tears from coming out of my eyes. I covered my face with my palms, and no matter how hard I tried to calm myself there, I couldn't do it anymore. "Are you crying?" he asked, as if he couldn't see my sobbing. "L-Leave me alone. P-Please!" I scolded him and pushed him away again. My voice finally broke there, which is why I almost closed my eyes tightly. "Why are you crying?" he asked, and there was a hint of concern. When I mustered up the courage, I straightened up and immediately wiped away my tears. I took a deep breath, then walked over to a bench to sit there. I'm a little calmer now, and there aren't too many tears coming out of my eyes. "I'm going to ask you one more question. Why are you crying?" he repeated his question earlier. That's serious, and it's like he's really curious why I'm crying now. Isn't that obvious? Isn't it obvious