“WHY are you frowning? Have I done something wrong?” John asks with a worried look on his face. He instantly extended his arm to pat Vivian's hand. “It’s nothing. You’re amazing. I can’t wish for anything else. It’s just… I can’t forget that Elizer bag. Bag that rare, you won't see that every day and I blew my one chance of taking its owner as a client.” Vivian explained as she puckered her lips. “Do you want me to buy you one?” He asks. “Oh! No, no! It’s too expensive and a waste of money for us. It’s a rich people's item. I just want to check it further and admire the design and stitches.” She explains while cutting the steak on her plate. John pats her hand again, gives his warmest smile, and says in a low assuring tone, “Maybe we’ll meet her again or meet another Elizer bag owner.” Seeing his adorable smile and hearing his words she lit up instantly and gave a gleeful grin, “You always know how to make me feel better, Hon.” After they ate, they walked to the park near the resta

LATTON was pacing back and forth in her room and bored out of her mind. She caught a glance of her reflection in the mirror and started talking to herself internally as if seeing three other Latton in her room with her whispering things in her ear. “I’m so bored, what should I do?” “Text him!” “Call him!” “Come on, it’s the 21st century, make the first move.” “Should I make the first move?” “Yes!” “Yes, you should.” The voices in her head sounded like echoes in a huge room. It sounded surreal. A knock brought her back to reality. “Miss, lunch is ready. Do you want me to bring your food here or are you going to eat at the dining area?” The maid asks. “I’ll eat downstairs,” she yells. The maid quickly went downstairs while Latton changed her clothes since she was still in her pajamas. She stared at herself in the mirror again and said, “I should stop talking to myself.” She went downstairs and ate alone at the dining table that could seat 18 people. A situation that has bee

SIEVE heard a knock on the door and opened it. She saw an annoyed, tense, and cold man on the other side of the door. She felt that she might have contacted him when he was doing something important and that she should have waited for his text instead of inviting him out of the blue. Despite his cold demeanor, she welcomes him in with a jovial attitude. She stares at him for a while, admiring how he looks good wearing corporate attire the same as when they met in the Imperial Mall, but the one he is wearing today is dark blue. He walks towards the bed and removes his suit jacket and tie. He then took a beer from the mini fridge and drank it in one go. He opened another one and took a sip. He continued to move around the room as if he was not seeing her. This made her a bit uncomfortable, but she did not speak. Instead, she took a beer and made a toast to the bottle he was holding. He glances at her with withdrawn gaze, clears his throat and says, "You wanted to see me?" He asks whi

BLADE grins at her eerily. It sends shivers down to her spine that the hair on her arms and legs starts rising, emphasizing the texture of her skin. “This is a cashmere shirt and this is my favorite pants,” he says to her with a low husky voice and darkened gaze. “I’m going to whip the shit out of you!” He whispered while removing his clothes. It sounded like a grave threat rather than lustful foreplay. He then proceeded to hit her for the next 15 minutes. He started at her face, hitting her on both sides of her cheeks. Leaving them reddening, pounding, and swollen. She gasped and began to sniff as tears started to form in her eyes. He held her face tightly then demand in a sadistic tone, "Show me your tongue." Helpless. She opened her mouth and offered it to him. He leaned towards her, and gently pushed his tongue into hers. She moans softly, as he rubs his tongue into hers. Soon his gentle kiss turned to lecherous torture when he bit her lower lip till it bled. She wails in agony

BLADE went inside the bathroom to take a shower while she remained on the bed to rest. Her whole body aches, red lashes on her front and back. Despite that she feels good, she feels alive, she feels that she made the best choice of her life when she met him that night. Her cheery mood suddenly changes to a hint of sorrow as she glances at the calendar on the bedside table. It's already September. By October, she will no longer see him. By October, she will be married to Thomas Sinclair. Her eyes reddened, and she clenched her fist till her nails dug deep into her skin. The sound of an opening bathroom door catches her attention and immediately hides her emotion. She sees him fresh out of the shower, hair still dripping, a towel barely covering his lower body. He took the other towel and used it to dry his hair. He then sat on the bed next to her. She moved close to him and took the towel and helped him dry his hair. He blushed but did not show it to her. "This feels nice," he though