Bianca's jaw dropped, and her eyes bulged in disbelief. "Are you for real?!" She asked with a shriek. Then she sighed. Feeling frustrated, she frowned and pouted.  "Uhu..." he just hummed his answer while he munched his food. "For real..." Asher was observing her every facial expression that he was having a hard time holding his laughter. He faked clearing his throat and coughed to let his chuckles go without being obvious.  Bianca was disappointed to know about his deal. But she did not doubt his words to be lies. She can tell he is sort of a pussy magnate. Nikita was one proof. That girl was a blonde bombshell with her body figure and face, although a lot shorter than Bianca. And with the way they wrestle in bed all night during weekends, Bianca can tell

Days swiftly passed.  But for Asher, it felt like the days were dragging. He wanted Friday to come as soon as possible while Bianca was dreading it coming. It was not because she did not want to be on a date with Asher. It is the feeling of being in the crowd that she is not so comfortable about. Bianca feels suffocated with the facade of fake friendships and silent competitions between popularity and attention. Things she is not very interested in.  It’s funny how she wants to become a fashion designer when she is not interested in the limelight that accompanies it. But her passion for fashion is only for designing the clothes. She believes the other parts would be fulfilled with other people according to their talents, like models, advertisers, tailors, and sellers. She doesn’t like to be in the limelight. To see people wear her designs will suffi

In the shower...   Asher let his mind feel free. If he cannot do things in reality with Bianca for now, he wants to create a fantasy where he rules over her. He would love her to satisfy his every thirst of lust.   He would love her to touch him anywhere in his body.    He would love the soft touch of her slender fingers in his shoulders, to his chest, his well-toned abdomen, and way down... down below his navel. And down more.   Asher let his right hand move as if it was Bianca touching him.    Softly... sensually... teasingly...   With his eyes closed, Asher let the water cascade down on him from the showerhead, imagining a different side of Bianca. A seductress in her own style. A wild side of her made him burn in hellish desire to devour her, but he was at he

"Asher, we have to go now," Bianca reminded Asher as she checked on her slim Bracelet watch that matches the design of her dress' neckline and waist. "Okay, let's go!" Asher stood up from his seat and offered her his arm to hold as they walked out of the bar and into the elevator lounge to head to where the party was going to be held.  Asher explained to her who Cedrick was, and Bianca understood why Asher had to tell Cedrick about Bianca being his fiancee. Cedrick used to be his business partner, but things went wrong when Cedrick tried to sabotage Asher with the help of Asher's secretary, who Cedrick was dating, apparently just to get information about Asher and all of his engagements. The girl confessed to Asher and asked for forgiveness, and Asher did not want to keep her, but he did not issue any misconduct on her separation papers so she could still find and choose any company she would want to work for. Cedrick

Bianca was feeling cold before Asher joined her in the bed, but when he wrapped his arms around her, she soon felt warm.  "Ohhhh, just what I needed," she whispered after a lengthy kiss. Asher didn't want to let her lips go until she was breathless. "Bianca..." Asher closed his eyes tightly. She is too close, so dangerously close, and he is feeling out of control.  Bianca felt him struggling with his inner self, so she turned them around. She rolled over and hovered above him. She is fascinated with how he is still trying to be gentle with her despite his conditions. She is also scared of the results of her boldness, but with Asher's life at stake, she is willing to do anything. Bianca held his almost burning face and kissed him. "I am not so sure of what I am doing, but you can tell me if I'm doing it wrong," she whispered. "I