These feelings of mine? So it seems he doesn't feel the things he makes me feel. Then why does he do it? Why does he insist on continuing these acts that make my head spin? Does it even matter? I contemplate vocalizing my questions but before I can utter a sound, his hands slip under my shoulders, pulling me up to sit on his lap. Face to face with the man who torments me so, all I can do it stare as the fire in my chest simmers my heavy heart. He rubs his bottom lip on my collar bone and wraps his arms around me to unhook my bra. Then, grabbing the bottom of my dress, he pulls it up over my head and tosses it behind him. It lands on the floor with a swishing sound as his hands so gently and slowly slide my bra straps down my arms. They tickle and tease me the whole way along, the sensations elevated by my heightened senses. The bra gets thrown to the floor as well and he runs his hands along my bare back before cupping the back of my head again, laying me back d

I turn my head just in time to see Benny averting his gaze while Anna, Elise, and Marie come waltzing in, looking a bit perplexed. Oh my. I'm still naked! Marie hurries to close the door and Anna steps around the room, as if searching for something. Noticing little heap of clothes on the floor, her expression changes from confusion to sorrow. Elise puts her hand on her shoulder as if to comfort her for some reason.   "I think we've got this. Why don't you go have a chat with Olga about dinner plans.", she speaks softly before turning to me. "Euroah, I'm sure you're hungry after skipping lunch, right?"   "I am.", is all I can say.   I don't know what this situation is and I don't want to say the wrong thing. There's some bigger picture here that I don't understand. Anna nods her head and hurries out, looking like she's about to cry. What is wrong with her? Perhaps something happened in her personal life and it's making it

Today, I feel the weight of the entire world on my shoulders. No matter how much I want to believe that everything will turn out alright in the end, I worry that the reputation of the company will never recover. I can't help but fear for the livelihoods of all the people who work under me. If I fail to restore the people's faith in my ability to lead an ethical and responsible company, they'll turn against me like hungry wolves. Such is the way of life. When you live in the spotlight, wether by fate or by choice, you will always be up for scrutiny. No one will remain on your side when a more beneficial opportunity presents itself to the other party. I've got to get to the bottom of this whole thing and weed out the bad actors, one by one, until the people can trust that I'm a competent leader. I swear to all the heavens that I will not rest until I see Randal Alfonso punished to the full extent of the law! It's never been a secret that he tr

Feeling better to have finally had a chance to let out a lot of my pent up frustrations, I grin to myself, my mind clear and my soul set free. For a moment, Benny doesn't move. He simply stares at me, then looks at the pile of tattered leaves, and back at me again. Finally, he touches his ear again and has a talks in a low tone. "Can we get a gardener to take care of a mess near the Koi pond, please?" I decide to ignore him, as I always do when he converses with himself. Though I'm sure he's probably lonely, that's his own personal issue he's got to deal with. It's not my place to say anything about itI find it odd behavior for a man of his age, but I'm just a silly young thing from the countryside. Perhaps it's not frowned upon to talk to yourself in the city. Seeing the pond, I make my way over to it, strolling along with pep in my step after defeating my leafy foe with a twig sword. As I near the trickling waters, I c

Beep... beep... beep... This incessant beeping will not stop! It started out as a distant ringing, like a high pitched echo from far away, barely even audible. Now, it's close enough to discern that it's a machine of some sort, driving me insane with it's obnoxious, high pitched, hullabaloo! I can't open my eyes, nor can I move to turn it off or get away from it. Have I been reborn? Slowly, I begin to hear the voices of two women chatting back and forth. "It's been eighty six days, Akida! You need to consider letting her go. There's been no improvement in her condition, no change, no sign of any activity at all. At this point, there's practically zero chance that she'll ever come back, no matter how long you try to keep her hanging on. We're just wasting time and resources." "You and I both know that, but he won't give consent to pull the plug. You know how Zion is. He blames himself. He feels like if he hadn't been so cruel to that girl, sh