Alexia. The City of Venice, Italy. It's been a dream of mine to visit Italy and coming to Venice was an absolute plus. I looked at the beautiful stars that illuminated the night sky through every window we walked passed as we made our way to our rooms at the top floor of our hotel. A wide grin spread across my face as I drank in the elegance of the halls and the fancy interior. "Someone's looking pretty happy," Michael said, occupying the space on my right, and he playfully nudged my shoulder with his own. "I'm excited." I looked at him. "I've always wanted to come here but I've never had the chance." He nodded understandingly. "Then I'm glad that you got to experience this." "It's just for business anyway," I said with a longing sigh. "I don't think that I'll have the time to explore." He chuckled. "We won't be attending meetings all day and the last day is a bit of a free day." "It's still a little time for someone who has never been here," I said, a little bummed that we'd o
Alexia. Yesterday was so embarrassing and the worst way to start my first day at such a lovely place that I was looking forward to being in. After the discussion with Michael, I went back to look for my hearing aids and found them at a corner under my bed, behind the drawer. Today was a new day and I was planning on clearing Michael's name. He was right. I probably left a bad impression and this was a huge business deal for Clarkson Corp. If things didn't go our way, all the blame would be on Michael and the investors would lose their trust in him. I didn't want to be the cause of Michael's immediate downfall. Sophia's words clicked in my mind and I quickly shook them off so as to not jinx my day. I said my apologies to Mrs. Griffin and she replied with an, "Of course. I hope that's the last time you'll show such inadequacy and embarrass Michael." I simply nodded my head. A simple, "No problem," would have been fine. Today, the meeting ended much earlier and as usual, all the att
Micheal. To be completely honest, this meeting wasn't supposed to be in Venice. It was originally scheduled to be in Rome but when I found out how much Alex wanted to be here, I pulled a few strings and made things happen. For your information, Luis was a really loud chatter box. I was innocently walking passed the Marketing Department and she was telling some guy about Alex's favourite places. I wondered why the man wanted to know but I was too busy to care back then. Thinking back on yesterday's kiss, I realised that my decision on changing locations was ingenious! The atmosphere was great and everything about the day went better than I could ever imagine. Apart from getting great shots, I had Alexia in my arms and I was sure that we had the same feelings for each other. I wanted to experience that again. Her soft lips, the hesitant look in her eyes and the soft sigh that she released when I deepened the kiss. The memory sent shivers down my spine. Despite the conversation in the
Alexia. Luis stepped on my butt through the grey fleece that covered me as I slept on her couch with my stomach down. "You've been sleeping all day," she complained. I turned my head to the side so that I could see her properly and mumbled, "I'm really tired." She put her hands on her waist and huffed. "You just got off the plane five hours ago and all you've done is sleep." I buried my head into the large pillow and groaned. "Still tired." "What were you even doing for you to be this exhausted?" Luis' house was much closer to the airport than mine so, I decided to catch some sleep here. After Michael and I departed yesterday, I failed to get much sleep last night because my thoughts wouldn't let me and our flight today was super early. I was dead tired. "Luis, leave Alex alone," Tony said sternly as he walked into the living room with a tray carrying three mugs. "Sorry, dad," Luis responded sarcastically but she backed off a little and stopped her assault on my butt. He chuc
Alexia. It's been a little over a week since we got back. Michael and I have been spending more time together although we haven't gone all the way yet. Despite that, we occasionally played around in his office and I'd return to my station with trembling legs. Today was one of those days and I couldn't keep my mind from the feel of his tongue on me and the tingle in-between my legs made it more real. I understood and appreciated that he was being patient and was waiting for me to be ready but the thought of his hands on my skin got me hot in more places than one. I wanted more than his fingers. I blushed then shook my head, clearing it of all the perverted thoughts that hit me with full force. I was sounding so thirsty and I felt embarrassed at how much this was so unlike me. I looked down at the screen of my computer and continued my work. I then began to arrange files that had to be handed to Michael and also sort out the messages that he received from the colleagues he made at the
Micheal. I stood on the soft grass in front of a beautiful canopy as I shifted my weight from one foot to the other. The air felt refreshing and the sun was shining brightly though obstructed by some clouds that covered it from time to time. There was a calm breeze that softly blew passed my black long sleeved shirt and I smiled. My grip tightening on my camera, I zoomed in a little and let the lense focus. A ray of sunshine on the right was a bit of an attention whore to my lense so, I moved a little to the left to cut a bit of it out. Click. Perfect. I took two steps back, examining the landscape and thinking of what angle I should do to fit in the strong ray of light. Just like life, some things could be made beautiful when you looked at them from a different angle. Despite me not liking the unwanted brightness, I knew that I had to at least find a way of using it to enhance the gracefulness of the pict
Michael. "Good morning, sir." The usual greeting every morning with radiant smiles and cheerful moods from employees rang in my ears over and over in endless repeatation as I made my way towards my office. It all showed how lovely their morning was. If compared to mine, my morning was quite shitty if I do say so myself. After taking a shower, my favorite shirt got accidentally burnt by one of the new staff and I stubbed my big toe on one of the living room table's legs. My left shoe felt uncomfortably tight as my big toe was seemingly desperate and gasping for air. What an uncalled for twist to yesterday's euphoria. Reaching Alexia's desk, I noticed an unfamiliar blonde ponytail. When I neared, I realised that it was Bianca and I kept myself from groaning. Since we were in a work enviroment, I didn't think that she'd be able to cross any lines. "Good morning, Michael," she greeted with a wide smile. "Mr. Clarkson." I corrected. "We are at work therefore you have no right to add
Alexia. Makeover. This word rang in my mind like an annoying bell all day. I wasn't really up for it but since my competition was eye candy, I was willing to give it a try. I was once told that everyone was beautiful, you just had to find a way to express it more or look at it from a different angle. I was honestly okay with the way I was because I didn't like to gain too much attention. The compact Luis sometimes shared with me made my face feel weird and everytime I put on lipstick, I couldn't stop licking my lips. It was as if my body was naturally rejecting the product. But I wanted Michael to look at me and it scared me that his feelings might falter. Maybe it would be safer if I broke things off? No, I was already in too deep that doing that would disturb me greatly and I was sure that Bianca would make her advances stronger if I did that. I was literally delivering him to her. I sighed and shook my head to get rid of these thoughts and I decided to think about something else