Into something more

Prologue - We meet again

Mila Cassidy's POV

I woke up in another unfamiliar hotel room. Beside me, Tyrell still sleeping soundly as I moved closer to him. He smelt like a mix of tobacco, booze, sex and a faint smell of that John Varvatos cologne-- that masculine scent, with notes of sage and a base of musk. Tyrell; a friend with benefit. Though, he constantly speaks of words that could make anyone feel like they are the only special one. That, without doubt, could never happen between the both of us. I am too hurt in my own way to indulge in another romance relationship with him who never once let the heart decide to hurt. We started this relationship with the intention to help me forget about him, and to satisfy our needs. But... I sighed at the thought of how I had actually promised myself that we should never do this again two months ago. Yet here we are, in another hotel room which ended passionately throughout the night. Bloody lack of discipline. I looked around the scene - my blouse and skirt by the door, my bra just casually laid on the floor, and there... another Victoria Secret's panty torn. This always happens. Spent so much money on a lingerie I love to only get it roughly torn. Well fucking done, Ty. Next time I should just buy those granny panties that don't cost more than a dollar. Rip all you want buffet.

My phone vibrated a little too loud on the wooden bedside table, jolting my rather occupied mind. I checked my phone, a message from my colleague. "Just a friendly remember not to be late today Mil. We need to be at the SES Co. for the structural presentation by 1pm"

I led out a groan, "why does it have to be today?" I murmured to myself. I am too lazy to get up of bed right now, let alone doing a presentation that is billion dollar worth. 

A warm body pressed himself closer, "mm... you smelled like saliva, as always" he started. "being silly here aren't you Ty?" I smiled, as he twirl and curled my hair, "what's bothering you?" He asked.

"Some presentation with the other company today. Apparently, it's a big deal, something they do not want us to fuck up" I explained roughly. 

"Please tell me you did nothing to fuck it up already?" He asked. Do I really potray myself as such a disappointment before it even began? I guess pretty much, since my life's nowhere better. I chuckled. "I will, if I don't get up right now and be there in half an hour" I slapped his thigh. 

"Here" He bent down on his other side of the bed, and turned back to me with a sock. "Here's a sock for you, dobby. You're a free elf now. Master has released you" He played around. 

I laughed at his silliness, "You know it doesn't work that way"

He kissed my forehead and lift me up to the shower room. "We have to shower together, otherwise, we'd be late" He explained, in his husky voice. Sometimes, he can be too sexy. But let's not go there. I should, for start, exercise self-discipline with myself. The guilt strikes me back whenever I remembered why I even feel the guilt. Because of him, Rashawn. Something I had promised him when we were still in the get-to-know period - that I should never turn to sex for relief; even when we don't turn out well. And here I have been... for the past 10 months, with someone else doing exactly what I said I would never do. Although, I have been questioning myself for the umpteenth time, where does this promise even stand at this point of time? Since we are over. I shook my head with all the thoughts... it's no time to be thinking of these right now. I should be focusing on the one thing that I have to actually be rushing for. 

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Tyrell drove and dropped me off at the SES Co. while that ass is going to continue and sleep in his own comfortable bed while I hustle. I entered the building and cooled myself down since I have about ten minutes left before the presentation starts. Thought I should just try to rehearse another time of what I should actually be presenting about later but fuck it, let's just get this done and over with. I headed towards the lift area, and chanced upon Jaden Elridge. The head of marketing department at the age of 28. Successful, direct and rumors had it that when he speaks, they felt like they are a beautiful fat piece of salmon being cut skillfully by a sharp knife. Only difference is he is the knife. Thankfully, I have nothing to say to him. We have no other common topic other than being in the same company and representing our company today.