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
Agatha’s POV When I opened my eyes, the sun was already rising. My body hurts so much, especially on my core. And I felt so thirsty. It took me long seconds before I figured out the reason why I felt like this. ‘Last night, Lanceil and I…’ “…!” I sat up, feeling the piercing pain on my stomach. “Ouch.” Wincing, I looked around my room. My body was clean and I’m wearing a new set of clothes. Blushing, I hugged my body. ‘Lanceil washed me and clothed me before he took me back to my room?’ My heart thumped loudly. I pressed my chest, unable to believe what happened. ‘We really did it.’ I gave my v*rginity to Lanceil. But before that, I clearly recalled his confession. “He… loves me.” His confession was like a bomb that was thrown at me. I cupped my cheeks while staring at the blank space. I felt so happy that the man I fell in love with would reciprocate my feelings. Moreover…‘Does it mean that I succeeded with my mission?’ If I tell this to Brett, that Lanceil confessed
Third Person’s POV “I heard that you would stay here for you. Finally, you picked up the screws in your head.” Vincent looked at his father. If picking up the loose screws in his head meant staying here with his family, he would rather scatter them further away. Thanks to someone, he was forced to stay. “Start working and assist your brother. I’ll give you a good position. We will start a project next month. I think you can participate there.” “Sorry, Father. I think I am still incapable of working,” Vincent said.“Again? Incapable? Aren’t you tired of giving the same excuse?” Avoiding his father’s gaze, he stood up and responded, “I am sorry. Actually, I don’t feel quite good today. I’ll go now.” He walked out of the office hearing his Father’s voice fading as he moved farther. “Haaaa,” Vincent could breathe at ease outside the building. His head was still throbbing, as if there were hundreds of needles prickling his brain every time he breathed.When he arrived in front of L
Next morning, Saturday, Agatha found herself sitting next to Lanceil and in front of Vincent in the dining room. She didn’t expect to have breakfast with the Grim siblings. Today, she and Lanceil would go on a date. Her heart was engulfed with happiness, as she looked forward to this day. Yet she didn’t know she had to start the day with this inconvenient situation. The three of them ate breakfast quietly. “Vincent,” finally, Lanceil spoke. Agatha peeked at her boss while eating soup. “Did you find a place to stay? I heard you had a talk with our father.” When Lanceil brought up his father, Agatha frowned. She recalled what Sebastian showed her about the investigation into her father’s murder. And among them, Lanceil’s father was included. ‘It can’t be. Must be a coincidence,’ Agatha thought before looking at the two again. “Father said there will be a new project,” Vincent said, putting his spoon down and staring back at his older brother. “He wants me to work with you. But