Chapter 20: Vanilla sex? I put the bacon under the grill, and while it's cooking, I whisk some eggs. I turn, and Jace is sitting on one of the bar stools at the breakfast bar, leaning on it, his face supported by his steepled hands. He's still wearing the t-shirt he's slept in. Just-fucked hair suits him, as does his designer stubble.  He looks both amused and bewildered. I freeze, flush, then gather myself and pull the headphones out of my ears, my knees weak at the sight of him. "Good morning, Ms Damara. You're very enthusiastic this morning," He says dryly. "I slept well," I stutter my explanation. His lips try to mask his smile. "I can't imagine why." He pauses and frowns. "So did I, after I came back to bed." "Are you hungry?" I shyly ask. "Very," He says with an intens

"What would you like to drink?" My lips quirk up in a quick, sly smile as I sit and slide into the booth - well, at least he's asking me. "I'll have what you're having, please." See! I can play nice and behave myself. Amused, he orders another glass of moat and slides in opposite me. "They have an excellent wine cellar here," he says, cocking his head to one side. Putting his elbows on the table, he steeples his fingers in front of his beautiful mouth, his neon eyes alive with some unreadable emotion. And there it is... that familiar pull and charges from him, it connects somewhere deep inside me. I shift uncomfortably under his scrutiny, my heart palpitating. I must keep my cool. "Are you nervous?" he asks softly. "Yes," I replied. He leans forward. "Me too," he whispers. Conspiratorially. My eyes shoot up to meet his. Him?Nervous. Never. I blink at him, and

 Brielle BEEP. BEEP. BEEP "Nnoooooooooo," my groan of disappointment can easily be heard by the neighbors, frustrated on another unsatisfied dream, I looked to my right and see a perfectly arranged side, damn, I think Hera has already gone for work. I picked my phone and saw Hera's message. I'm off to work; I didn't bother to wake you cos you were sleeping peacefully. I love you, make sure you get that work, and there are baked Rice cakes for you and an Americano Coffee in the flask. Take care.  I smiled; I love you too, baby. As I get ready for today's interview, I might even start working today if I get accepted. I trace my curves in the mirror, my body was not too perfect, at least I had hips and big ass not too big though, but a little like the Kardashians and a tiny waist, no matter how many times

Jace P.O.V  "Do you still love me? Brie." I questioned her. "You know, talking about Hera, she wants to know if there is a Vacancy for someone—" I cut her off. "That is not what I ask you, Brie," She placed her arm on her lap as her face fell to her feet. "I know what you asked, Jace." "So talk to me Brielle, do you still love me? Like before like always?" "Uh-" "Do you even enjoy working at Our company? " I try a different tactic. "Very much, Jace, I enjoy working in your company. " her neon eyes sparkle through the dim light restaurant. "So, who's your companion at the company? The person you like working with." I tried another unsatisfied question. "Uh, well, the receptionist, Resha Foxwell, she is nice, cool, beautiful, and she's current

Brielle Arriving at a gigantic house in Mexico, the building was so enormous that I wondered how much they do pay their house help; I almost gasped for air, but I thought to myself, I'm not the only one that is going to be here, a lot of people will be here too, I have to breathe out the bad Energy's away. "Welcome, Mister De Leon," A maid who looks like She's in her 60s sounded out with a quick bow. "Your father had to see forth your coming He's waiting at the lunchroom," she said with a slight smile. "What time is it? Why isn't anybody here, Juanita?" Jace furrows his brow out of confusion. "Don't tell me that we arrived early!" he added. She grins in amusement, then whispers, "Sir, they do not have any business party, they just tricked you, and for the matter of fact, no guests are here and whose this pre