it’s day 68 of me trying to decide whether or not to ask my neighbor for that missing letter from my 2003 video game subscription. honestly, what was I waiting for? now, it’s been declared an antique and sold on an obscure auction site for ten times what I would ever pay. guess my dreams of joining a competitive gaming league are literally over, because I can't even manage to ask for a simple lett...
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Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 5 of 7 I can’t believe this is happening. My heart races, each beat louder than the last. “We said what?” I say, desperately seeking clarity, but it sounds more like a plea. He leans in, that familiar yet foreign scent wrapping around me—a heady mix of power and something I can’t quite place. “I knew I had to see you again. But this...” He gestures to the office, to my desk, the glass walls that feel like a cage. "This complicates things." My breath catches. Complicates? I hear the sharp intake of my secretary, Jessica, just outside. I turn, and her eyes are wide, mouth agape. She knows. Oh, God. She knows. "Is there something you want to share?" she asks, a smirk creeping onto her lips. My blood runs cold. “Not now, Jes...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 5 of 7 I can’t believe this is happening. My heart races, each beat louder than the last. “We said what?” I say, desperately seeking clarity, but it sounds more like a plea. He leans in, that familiar yet foreign scent wrapping around me—a heady mix of power and something I can’t quite place. “I knew I had to see you again. But this...” He gestures to the office, to my desk, the glass walls that feel like a cage. "This complicates things." My breath catches. Complicates? I hear the sharp intake of my secretary, Jessica, just outside. I turn, and her eyes are wide, mouth agape. She knows. Oh, God. She knows. "Is there something you want to share?" she asks, a smirk creeping onto her lips. My blood runs cold. “Not now, Jes...
it's literally two a.m. and my situationship just introduced me to someone as 'a friend'. like, do you know how many times i rehearsed our whole backstory in my head? and now i have to deal with the mental imagery of me being the 'friend' in this tragic romantic comedy, wearing a name tag that says “acquaintance” while plotting the perfect betrayal from the back row.