"I don't understand," I distressingly plopped my bottom on the couch while I stared at the plant. "Why is it still dying?"Counting the leaves, my days are running out.Still."Are you sure about what you told me to do?""That question of yours makes me feel like you're in doubt about my words," Serena replied while staring outside the window as if something was interesting to look at."What? No, I'm just asking."Seeing nothing wrong with what I asked, I sat there holding my head like it was a ball and let it sit on my hands."I already found out what's hurting him. Why isn't it working?" I asked the plant as if it was going to talk to me.Close to melting, I stared blankly in the air. It's time to face the fact that I am doomed, for real, this time. Worse than the first time."What is it that you found out, may I ask?" Serena asked, getting distracted by the line of ants walking by the ledge of the window.Wrinkling not just my nose but my whole face, the sourness couldn't hide well

I stood there frozen.Eyes wide open, hands are shaking.The fact that I have heard him yell at me almost every day for more than half a decade, I shouldn't react this way. But the problem is, I got used to his sweetest side. The monster in him has been forgotten, and now it's coming back.When I felt how hot my eyes were, I hung my head low and accepted the defeat.My heart feels tightened. I can hardly breathe."For sure," my shaking voice uttered before pivoting."I'm sorry," he whispered, enough for me to hear it. "That was so rude of me, I-- I'm just so stressed with all these."Motioning his hand all over his desk before having a long and deep sigh, he showed guilt and apologized once again.It would be enough for me, only if I've got no idea of what's going on.The effect of the flower is slowly fading away. His inputted feelings are in the process of deleting and I will be gone from his heart once it's all done."It's okay," I smiled. "I understand."Facing him with my tears s

A romantic dinner on the top floor.The soft wind blows my hair. Sitting adjacent to a gorgeous man. Stars above our heads, and the dark sky is clear.What a perfect night."You look beautiful," he suddenly uttered as he wiped the side of his mouth clean.Simplicity is my style. If he means by my dress, then he understands that my wardrobe couldn't reach branded clothes. If he meant my makeup, then he understood that I didn't have enough time to apply it properly."Thank you," I timidly replied."Are you still feeling unwell?" He asked before sipping his wine like an overly disciplined prince.The etiquette is seen by the way he holds his utensils, how he drinks his wine, and how he eats.What about me? I know nothing of it, but simply chomp the food inside my mouth, swallow, and burp."I feel better," I lied.The fact that the vertigo is urging me to vomit everything I ate is out of the question. It's getting worse and worse as the seconds run its tik and tok.I can feel it in my bod

"Ms. Allen!" Maddie's eyes went wide when she saw me in the lobby. "What are you doing here? You are not supposed to be here."Holding out my resignation paper, I gestured my whole self before her eyes.I'm not properly attired for work. A simple black bodycon dress that hugs my curve. The typical look that rich people would raise an eyebrow about."You're leaving us?"Maddie's acting as if I'm her favorite employee. There's confusion on her face and something that's mixed with pity that I don't need."But why?""Because I'm dying, Maddie."There's nothing wrong with being real once in a lifetime. It's not that wrong to be literal at times, especially for me, who had long been living an artificial rotten life.With a constipated smile, I offered her, I watched how she paused while staring at me in worry."Ms. Allen...""Kidding, Maddie. I'm just looking for a new environment." Excusing myself after making an excuse, I headed to the lift and hit his floor number.There's a reason why Ma

Every graze of the head of his manhood on my flesh teases my wetness. Every soaking sound it makes feeds my anticipation."Oh, Nicole," he hissed and surprisingly slammed himself inside of me.My scream must have reached miles and miles from every direction.He's driving me crazy. He's great at it.Hands are gripping on the sheets, eyes are closed, yet lips are parted widely.The strokes he's giving me, the powerful thrusts breaking my everything, and I like the way it sends me to heaven.With my droopy eyes, I could see his eyes growing darker and wilder as he watched me climb my way to my climax.He grunts in pleasure, and it serves my aroused desire.There's nothing smooth in his moves, and it's more than right. Reaching my inner spot that pokes the switch of my release.While I drowned in pleasure, his eyes never left my face. His mouth parted at the sight, swallowing every time I whimpered shakily."Oh, Eric!" I uncontrollably called for his name while feeling the knot in my stom