Third Person’s POV On the second day of the field trip, Lawrence brought the reviewers to a traditional market town, which was a popular tourist spot. “Today, you can freely explore the town and enjoy your day as much as you want,” Lawrence told everyone. “You have three hours to walk around,” Lawrence continued. “After the limited time, everyone must go back here to our meeting place. Make sure you all wear your ID.” “Yes, Sir!” Many murmured joyous words as they were all excited. While everyone was celebrating, Sebastian looked at Agatha. She was in deep thought. ‘Is she still bothered because of what happened between us last night?’ Sebastian asked inwardly. He thought that Agatha felt uneasy just like him. Last night, he didn’t sleep well. He was worried Agatha would see him as a freak, so he tried to look for her, but he couldn’t find Agatha’s tent. Today, he wanted to talk about it to Agatha. But she seemed so out of it. “Ahh, one more thing, don’t travel alone. Esp
“I know the reason why you broke up with me. You were guilty because your father betrayed my father, weren’t you?” There were a lot of people around, but weirdly, Mikhail felt that there were only him and Agatha in the noisy place. Many passed by their sides, each with a different business, not giving a glance to their side. “Sorry,” Agatha said. “For hating you and for not knowing anything, I am so sorry.” Mikhail’s hands flinched. His throat hurt as he suppressed the tears from coming out of his unblinking eyes. “I hated you so much for abandoning me,” Agatha said. “I even swore to God to punish you until death. But now that I learned the truth, I was embarrassed and guilty.” Who told Agatha the truth? Was it Sebastian? Mikhail would never expect Sebastian to tell everything to Agatha. ‘I really thought hiding this would make everything right. But I was wrong. I was happy Agatha found it out.’ Mikhail bowed his head and clenched the keychain around his palm. “I am
Agatha’s POV He always appears in the most unexpected way. **“Excuse me.” I looked up to find the owner of the voice who interrupted my conversation with Sebastian. Then, I saw a man in a gray suit walking toward us without hesitation. The man’s blonde hair, who was approaching us with a wide stride, fluttered under the sunset. His eyes were looking at me intensely, and below that high nose, a sweet smile appeared. He was always beautiful, and that’s what makes him dangerous. “I came here to meet Mr. Lawrence Lozeno. Are you one of his students?” My master, Brett asked. ‘Why is he here? Did he follow me again?’ I chewed my lips out of anxiety that Sebastian would notice something between Brett and me. I really wanted to keep Sebastian out of my deal with Brett. Thankfully, it seemed Brett had no plan of showing that he knew me. “Professor Lawrence is here. Who are you?” Sebastian replied. I looked quickly at Brett while holding my breath. Brett gave his business ca
Brett and Lawrence held their meeting in a small restaurant far from the campsite. While Lawrence was briefing the documents that Brett had prepared, Brett observed the young CEO. He’s handsome, young, smart, and rich. He’s a full package, and back in the day, Lawrence probably made a lot of women cry. “The proposal is good,” Lawrence said, placing the documents back on the table. He lifted his head and when he connected with Brett, the grimace smoothened on Brett’s face, as if it did not exist. “I was glad that you loved the idea,” Brett said, giving a business-like beam. Lawrence leaned his back on the chair and crossed his arms. “It was well prepared. There were no doubts since you were known for your unique ideas and stern critiques in business.” “You can say that it is one of my charms.” “Maybe? Never expected that you would come and meet me outside the city for this.” “The sooner you sign the contract, the better. That’s my motto.” The two of them laughed. When the beam
Tonight, Lanceil will confess his feelings to Agatha.This morning, he received a text from his maid, saying that she’d be home at night. And all day, Lanceil did nothing but wait.Time went slowly. Lanceil felt like a marathoner, waiting in the starting line with strained adrenaline, and his heart was pulsing at a fast rate. What made his anxiousness even worse is that he could not help but worry if Agatha was fine going out with her professor – A.K.A, her fiancé.Lanceil hated it so much. Nonetheless, he would not back down. Just like what he said to Lawrence, Agatha would come back to his side at the end of the day.‘So, I had to confess tonight.’“Why is she still not here, though? It’s late,” Lanceil murmured after glancing at the wall clock above.Click.Lanceil looked in the direction of the entrance with widened eyes. He knew it would be Agatha, but instead of staying in his position so he could greet her, the boss frantically ran inside his office.He seemed like the male ver
Lanceil’s lips were as sweet as chocolate. Every time he nibbled Agatha’s lips, there was a sweet taste lingering at the tip of her tongue. “Ahhh… Hmmm.”And did she expect him to be this wild when it comes to kissing? It began with a soft nibbling, sandwiching her upper lips and lower lip alternately as if she was tasting a pudding that might break if he recklessly bites them. Yet seconds passed, and he was pinning her to the wall, pressing his firm body as hard as a rock, and holding her hands on the side of her head. Agatha had a dream of kissing her boss. In her wild fantasy, she and Lanceil were kissing wildly, touching each other while following the hungry urges of their bodies. She expected it to be this hot, sticky, and wild. And yet, she realized that fantasy was far from reality. It’s more than the word ‘wild.’ It was way more luscious and nerve-wracking. She felt like her whole body was struggling from a magnitude 7.6 earthquake, and she was only the victim.“Ahhh…” a
Agatha’s POV“Ahhh,” I gasped after Lanceil pushed me onto the sofa inside his office. I wasn’t sure how things escalated to this. We only went inside to hide from Vincent. On the back of my head, I knew it wasn’t the case. When Lanceil kissed me and confessed his feelings, I felt so happy. There was a slight hope that maybe, if I told him about the slave contract I made with Brett, Lanceil can understand me. And having these thoughts, I was ready to surrender my soul. Lanceil went to my top. He showered kisses on my lips, intertwining our tongues together. My hands reached for the buttons of his shirt and unbuttoned them. As I finished unbuttoning his shirt, he parted his lips from me and sat up. The well-positioned abs were revealed through the gaps in his shirt. When I saw the figure, I had no choice but to swallow my saliva. ‘He was doing paperwork every day, but it’s amazing he maintained that kind of body.’ Lanceil tossed his shirt on the floor in a quick speed, as if he’
Third Person’s POVLanceil, who had no limit left in, immediately got on top of Agatha. A shadow fell over her. He kissed her like a madman, and as he bent down, his hard thing touched Agatha’s abdomen. He moved his waist little by little, searching for the wet core between her thighs. Agatha wasn’t stupid enough to figure out what Lanceil wanted to happen. And when the long kiss was over, she looked up to him. “It would be hurt… right?”“Are you scared?” Agatha shook her head. “Who told you that it would be hurt?” ‘Brett.’ Agatha felt bad that even during this moment, she thought of that guy, who taught her a lot of lewd things. He didn’t do it with Agatha, but he warned her that the first will be painful. On second thought, Vincent also warned her the same thing. “J-Just… I just thought it would be. You’re so big,” she shyly said. “So, you don’t want it?” Agatha glanced at him. “You don’t have a condom.” “Don’t worry. I won’t do it inside,” he promised. As if she had g