“What did you say?”I'm never going to repeat those words again, for the love of God. Around me, nobody is saving."Say those words once more." I fell into my seat as he spoke in a loud whisper. As he approaches, he makes a tight fist and grabs me by the hair."What are you doing, Ahh?" I was terribly hurt by his grip."Say it again.""The girl, I don't know her name; you fucked her in office, and now you proved it because she's with you in Paris." His grip steadily erodes as a result of my words and the tears that are streaming from my eyes."I didn't ever touch her.” Why does he tell me this? He gently wipes away my tears with his thumbs. Now, there is a heavy sensation in the air. Emotions were altered by horror."You believe..""Everyone believes.""I have no regard for anyone. You matter to me. When I woke up and you weren't there, I simply became angry. You experience panic attacks." He is the source of the words. He feels my pressure. I suddenly feel so vulnerable. He is aware of
"You're repulsive."“Lucky me.” "You're crazy.""I'm just getting started, Miss Rose." Ronald and I are now face-to-face as she exits the building in tears and resignation. No one is in our way today."How are you able to address her in this way? There is nothing standing between us. He challenged the next button while keeping a close eye on me. God, he's so hot. Stop looking at his chest, and stop now.Wow, really? Nothing is present. Shaking my head, I exit the office while exhaling heavily. I'm falling hard for him because he's so charming.Our subsequent encounters began and ended with hardly any conversation. He has suddenly become quite busy at work. Though our lunch break has ended, he is still at work. He occasionally orders food on his own, which I then give him when it arrives, but today no one brought food. So I reasoned, why not ask him if he has time? If not, I can place an order, but the door opens, and there he is.“Mr. Ronald, your lunch...“"Pack your bags; we're goin
He merely acted on purpose throughout. He is making a point, right? For him, frisking someone is nothing out of the ordinary. I now despise him. I'm sitting on the toilet seat, battling my emotions alone, and he just told me to come down in fifteen minutes.He's playing a game with me. A contest he hopes to win. He believes he is the king in this game. But he's never been a game for me. Love, feelings, and pleasure will always be incomprehensible to me. He has just finished a meeting. My health is not signaling well, and it is already after eight.After making sure everything was in order, I descended to the conference room, where the other CEOs were mingling. What an absurd world where people laugh as they hurt! They are merely acting. A costly collection of fakes in an expensive suit.I take a window-side seat far from everyone else. I was untrustworthy of my health, so I kept some distance from everyone. No Ronald is present. Who will be God's next victim?"Pardon me?" A waiter arriv
"Pardon me?" I instantly stand up and begin to walk, but he stops me by holding my hand.“Easy girl! Take a seat. You don't appear good.” I don't feel safe with him because no one is looking at us. His character is distinct from his appearance. I can't really comprehend."I've never met you. Why are you helping me?”"That isn't the issue. Why does Laura want to harm you?”"Why do you believe that?"“You need to eat something first, so feel free to keep it from me.” Then comes the invitation to congregate for the subsequent meeting. What? The time for eating is done. In bewilderment, I open and close my mouth.“Your time is up, sorry. Who will take the notes if you aren't in the room?” Still in my hand was his cozy hand. I never held a man's hand. His skin is as massive and silky as mine.“However, I didn't.” He stood up, let go of my hand, and entered. No one moves from their seats, but he approaches the announcer and speaks. He initially shakes his head before nodding again."Well, we
I'm still sitting on the floor in disbelief while he snores loudly while sleeping. I'll never forget what the hell just happened in the restroom. Even if I'm trying to stifle my passionate feelings, the thought has already taken over my heart or head.He is so enormous that I can touch him. When I feel him on my fingers, my eyes flit there. He is a soft, thick man. I felt his hiss somewhere deep inside of me. What is that feeling, God? He repeatedly instructed me to do more. I want it, but I can't. I don't know what happened, but the towel opened and his underwear fell to the ground as soon as my hands touched his underwear. Staring at me with enormous manhood."Stop, Rose." I said. Yet that scene plays in my head every time I close my eyes. At that point, the seat was still damp. He must have done something since my legs felt slick. Ignore it and end this topic now. After getting up, I dressed and left. He is making a lot of noise. Is he awake?"Rose... I..."“Now, what?” He turned and
What did he say? How do I own him? These phrases are really eating at me. Evening six is now, and I'm still working in my room. Yet, an invitation glared me in the face. The hotel is hosting a sizable celebration today. According to Brooks, who originally claimed that his father actually owned the hotel, he honors his father's duty with a party each year because, in the end, his father's choice was not regrettable. Wealthy and well-known business tycoons are coming here, but I'm staying home. I want to dress up, but I have nothing to wear.Sitting close to the window, I kept an eye on all of the activity going on outside. Every person entering the hotel is being checked by a large number of security personnel. Is Ronald going? With whom? Already enraged with me, he is already upset with me, and now he has the opportunity to harm me. When the knock came, it interrupted my train of thought. It might be Ronald. But as soon as I opened the door, my excitement was gone.“Yes?”"It's for you,
"You enjoy it." We are on our third cup of ice cream, and I feel completely inebriated. With the first taste, my mind was so chilled. Who created this earthly paradise?"I adore it." He gives me a nod and a bite.“Hey!”“What? I'd like to try it.” I shake my head and use my finger to push his spoon away."Nah, I own it. You own yours." He conveys melancholy."Ronald and you are a match made in heaven. He despises doing what he loves most: sharing." Certainly, I detest him for sharing, but I have no control over it."You can tell me your story." When I'm still eating, my spoon stops. A slap inside and a chilly night. Sharing my story with anyone would be futile, or I would assume that anyone who listened would be hurt."Why do you think a tale exists?""You halt your eating." I shrug and resume eating."That's not evidence of anything." After finishing his meal, he asks for the bill."I recognize your emotions. We just met, and it's hard to believe anybody. Nonetheless, I am here for you
How could he?She is my. How could he?He prevents me..."Quickly, please." Tears are attempting to form from my rage, but I'm fighting them back. I must visit her. I must help her. Why does he stop me now? But Laura is my top focus right now. She forewarned me, and I am aware that she is responsible for everything. Why didn't she just let them be?She is harming them as a result of me. Every time she entered, my present and past were broken. Just not right now. Contain your rage. In front of her building, the cab was parked. When I spoke to the receptionist, she informed me that Laura was occupied, but I proceeded to see her anyway.“Laura!” Like hers, her apartment is filled with replicas. I know she is here.“Laura! Come d..""Why are you shouting so loudly, my dear girl?" She emerges from her room carrying a beverage. As soon as her feet approached me, all of my strength vanished. Her broad smile conveys to everyone how happy she is at the moment.“How dare you?”"I did warn you.