the way that i was deep in my feelings about Rayo Vallecano losing again, and while venting to my friend, i accidentally sent them the screenshot of me STALKING their Twitter account instead of the sports highlights. the moment it hit me, my stomach dropped lower than their chances of a comeback. now they think i’m invested in their life when all i wanted was to understand why my team can’t catch ...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 1 of 7 I walk into the office, coffee in hand, ready to face another dull Monday. The fluorescent lights flicker above, and the hum of computers fills the air. I glance at the clock. 8:55 AM. Perfect. I can enjoy at least five minutes of quiet before chaos ensues. But then I hear it. The sound of shoes clicking on the polished floor, ...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 2 of 7 I can’t breathe. He stands in front of me, the same piercing blue eyes from last night, framed by that perfect jawline. It’s like I’m hit by a runaway train. “Is this some kind of joke?” I whisper, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk teasing his lips. “What, no ‘welcome back, Mr. Bennett’?” The office buzzes with awkward murmurs. My cheeks burn. I can’t look at the other employees, their eyes darting between us. They have no idea what’s just unfolded. “Don’t play games,” I snap, my voice shaking. “You took my number and vanished.” His smirk widens, and I see a flash of something wicked. “I needed to make an impression. And here I am.” He takes a step closer, invading my space, every ner...
Story Name: "My One-Night Stand Just Became My New CEO" Part 2 of 7 I can’t breathe. He stands in front of me, the same piercing blue eyes from last night, framed by that perfect jawline. It’s like I’m hit by a runaway train. “Is this some kind of joke?” I whisper, the coffee cup trembling in my hand. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk teasing his lips. “What, no ‘welcome back, Mr. Bennett’?” The office buzzes with awkward murmurs. My cheeks burn. I can’t look at the other employees, their eyes darting between us. They have no idea what’s just unfolded. “Don’t play games,” I snap, my voice shaking. “You took my number and vanished.” His smirk widens, and I see a flash of something wicked. “I needed to make an impression. And here I am.” He takes a step closer, invading my space, every ner...
am I the only one who feels like my secrets are literally popcorn kernels—popping out at the most random moments? so my best friend told someone about that one time I ate a whole cake by myself at a party—no one asked for that info. now every time I walk into a room, I can literally feel the laughter directed at my cake-crime. it's like I’m a public joke but can we just talk about how Rayo Valleca...