WindMeister8

Sorry is the hardest word to say when the person you need to apologize to is your boss. Simply uttering the word was a strict no-no in Junming’s rules. His parents had taught him that apologizing was better done with actions. Actions speak louder than words - well, one word. He had it all planned out as he entered the office that morning. But Valerie waylaid all of that by plunking his first assignment into his email inbox. Excited to get started in his new job, he rubbed his hands and clicked on the message icon. Details of the client’s request filled his screen along with an attached note from Valerie. He scanned through her note first. Junming, here’s your first assignment. It should be a simple one. Please take note of the deadline on the client’s request. Budget is listed at the bottom. He scrolled down to the client’s request. Scenario Type: Events Deadline: Today, 17:59 Budget: Below $30 - Negotiable Venue: My apartment Description: I need to apologize to my girlfriend

“We need a new thrust.” Grayson crossed his legs. “That’s not what you said last time.” His partner lifted an eyebrow at him, pausing for a moment to decipher his words. “I think the company’s been doing well but it’s time for the next step.” “Pray tell.” Grayson’s tired eyes only yearned for sleep. He had been in meetings for almost five hours now. “Nick, just make this quick.” “Okay, okay.” Lifting his hands up, Nick leaned back in his ergonomic armchair. “The problem is our growth has been too slow.” Grayson nodded. Despite his efforts as CTO to take the development of the RomCon app to a new level, they were still relying on word of mouth and small advertisements to gain clients. Plus, their crowdsourced volunteers were few and far in between. He had already been in a meeting earlier in the morning with the ConDuit engineers to iron out some troubling issues with the server loads. It took many grueling hours to fix it and it completely distracted them from their set of

It was bad luck for the groom to see the bride before the wedding. Valerie never believed in that until now. She gnawed on her bottom lip as a whole platoon of stylists gathered around her, making her pretty for the big ceremony. If Richard saw her on edge like this, he would throw a big fuss and she knew how that would end. The stylists told her it was normal pre-wedding jitters. They said she was the luckiest girl in the world to be marrying Richard, the youngest billionaire with a face and body of a supermodel. They said she was in the middle of a fairytale. Or maybe one of those erotic books where the guy was not only rich but attractive and had a personality that required a girl to tame. Valerie didn’t try to correct them. They weren’t wrong anyway. He did have the looks, the body, and the money. He could be kind and caring too. She would be lying if she said that the lavish gifts and gestures hadn’t won her heart during courtship. Besides, if it weren’t for Richard, her

With a new job came new colleagues and new opportunities for love. That’s what Junming always thought. From his years of experience watching romance dramas and movies, he knew it was one of the perfect ways to meet someone. Picture it. Sparks in the eyes, the corner of his lips would curl upwards in a shy or confident smile. Hands would be shaken. In that moment of skin contact, electricity would burn through his veins and jumpstart his heart. The thought of it already sent his nerves into overdrive as he walked beside Valerie. He had always been in and out of love since he was a teen but it had been different these past few years. He was determined to find that someone. Someone to spend his life with. He owed it to his parents. He fidgeted with the worn strap of his satchel bag and gulped. Down the corridor from the meeting room that he was in earlier, Valerie had taken a sharp left. She mentioned that the CEO and CTO’s officers were to the right but he didn’t even get a glimpse

“What would you like for dinner? Chicken, duck, or me?” A pair of strong, hairy arms encircled the woman’s waist. “You and the duck sounds good.” The woman giggled, twisting around in the man’s embrace. She tapped her spoon on his nose. “Don’t be greedy.” “You will do just fine now,” he whispered against her ear. His garlic breath blossomed like a rafflesia flower on her pimpled skin. She pushed him away, a pout on her lips. Turning to her boiling pot of herbs, she adjusted her short apron around her even shorter skirt. “Not now, dear. The soup isn’t finish-” A high-pitched yelp left her lips as his hand reached under her skirt and groped her round behind. The spoon dropped from her hand into the pot of soup with a plop. She moaned in undeniable pleasure. “N-Not now,” she panted. “T-The soup!” “Forget the soup,” he growled, his hands already busy doing all the work of lifting up her skirt and pulling his pants down. Biting her lip, she waited as he positioned himself behind her