“So you’re saying this is all a con, Remy,” Jerry said, shaking the sleep from his head. “You bought me in as your CFO said you needed a trusted man in your corner. I’ve been in the dark ever since. What’s going on?”
“Don’t get your panties in a bunch. Waterman Sterling Investments is financially sound or my name isn’t Regis Sterling. I just need you to do one perfectly normal favor. These things...
As a woman I was always faced with the burden of a million things; often contradictions of each other
I was told to be confident, because that was what men found attractive but humble as not to bruise a man’s ego.
I was told to be pretty, because that’s where my worth lied, but not to care too much about my appearance as that made me self absorbed, and men did not like women who weren’t giving...
In an embarrassing recollection of a very trying time in my life I think back to the moment in my apartment and the moment when I was so upset and angry with myself that I had walked down the hallway and hit myself on the head seven time and called myself stupid while I did it, no one else needed to call me stupid or dense though I had heard from the world plenty of times that very sentiment, I ha...
My twin and I are nothing alike. And yet when he purposed the idea of running away, I instantly agreed. Aunt Jenna is only ever nice when her boyfriend comes over, and it’s a different dude each time. I guess we’re both fed up with her pretending like she’s our real aunt, or like she’s not getting paid for taking care of us, or that she doesn’t use the money for her own good. Tonight’s the night w...
“This isn’t going to get us anywhere,” Talia says, looking at the map in her hands.
Tavin smiles at her from his lounging position on the couch.
“Your doing great, Tal,” he says, scrolling on his phone. Talia rolls her eyes. She just keeps thinking to her self that he’s just not participating because he could never figure out an escape room like this.
She was head to toe gorgeous. Her skin golden and her teeth glowing. How the hell am I on a date with someone like this?
“So what will you be ordering?” the waiter says as he looks to my date. “I’ll have the tortellini.” she says at the dimly lit Italian restaurant. We’re separated by a circular table with a white cloth, but somehow I just feel so close. I scamper to look at the menu. Spaghetti? ...