sex-me boss.

-But Oli, why are you crying?

-I don’t know, girls, I’m really sorry about this.

-you don’t need to apologize at all because you’re free to express your emotions, okay? but you shouldn’t forget the rules of the game, you shouldn’t fall in love otherwise it’s lost.

-No, I’m not risking anything, girls, so when’s your fashion show again, my favorite model?

Betty suddenly became sad because she didn’t want to go on with modeling, it was her passion and what she most dreamed of doing, but apart from her friends, nobody encouraged her and she’d lost all desire.

-It’s your family again, they still think you’re just wasting your time.

-I’m just wasting my time for nothing and you know it.

All we know is that you’ve lost your self-confidence when you’ve always known that your family has never supported you. Go for it Betty, it’s the only way to prove them wrong in believing you couldn’t do it. If you give up, you’ll prove them right.

Her friends were there to support her, but did she want to go on? It was just difficult, and she’d already told James she was giving up. The latter had said he saw success in her, but her family’s words had had more influence on her. Maybe she’d made her decision in haste and had been wrong.

-Maggie, what do you think of this?

-She’s absolutely right, in life few people get the chance to do what they’re passionate about, so you’ve got a chance to enjoy your passion, don’t waste it on people who can’t believe in you when they should be supporting you. If you feel so strongly about it, just go for it, girl.

-And that way, I’ll have the chance to hook up with a billionaire, you know, girls.

-But what does the billionaire have to do with it?

-Bah, the sponsor, the chance to have a billionaire sponsor throughout the event. I just can’t wait to show him what a sensual girl I am and…

Olivia thought she’d heard enough. Betty always exaggerated in everything she did and that was the cause of her lack of discipline. When she arrived in the kitchen, she opened her cupboards to find out what she was going to cook, because she felt enormously peckish, and that was only to be expected as the stranger had not stopped exhausting her all night.

Damon was not at all satisfied. He’d thought he’d lock his office at any moment to jerk off, because this wasn’t going well at all. He’d thought hearing her voice on the handset would soothe him, but instead it had awakened his desire. Her voice still echoed in his head like a sweet melody he wanted to spend the rest of his life hearing. He picked up his phone and put the call through again.

Olivia had put the saucepan on the stove and was about to add water when she heard Maggie calling. She huffed and puffed and didn’t answer her call, thinking it was their old racket, but without missing a beat, Maggie entered the kitchen with her phone in hand.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

-You don’t seem to be able to hear me. I shouted your name from the living room but you didn’t answer at all, the call’s been disconnected.

-What call?

-I called you because your phone was ringing and it was a private number, certainly the same one that called you first.

She paid no attention to this and added legs to her pan because she couldn’t understand why people allowed themselves to use private numbers. Maybe for their protection in the context of rich men, but that didn’t at all justify the unacceptable behavior of this person who was calling her not to talk.

Without taking two minutes, he started ringing again. She looked at Maggie and bit her lip. She didn’t know what to do. She motioned to her friend to pick up the call, which she did without wasting any time.

On the other end of the line, Maggie heard a manly voice swear after she spoke. The man seemed to be angry and had asked her to give the phone to the landlady immediately, which surprised her because he knew exactly who he was calling.

-See why I didn’t want to pick up the phone at all? This person is calling not to talk.

-Oli, but he scolded me, he asked me to give you the phone, which means he knows your voice, even through the phone.

-I don’t know anyone who uses a private number, believe me, and why did this person talk to you and not to me?

-You’ll have to ask him and there you go, it’s ringing again.

Olivia picked up the phone and brought it to her ear. She had spoken, waiting patiently for the caller to deign to do the same, but there was total silence. In a fit of anger, she warned him off, then hung up under Maggie’s astonished gaze.

Damon had barely restrained himself from laughing, for hearing this girl’s angry voice made him want to play her every time. She was now his distraction and he intended to enjoy her as long as possible without ever revealing himself. He hadn’t been able to stand the fact that the other had picked up his phone, and besides, he didn’t know who it was. He’d spent all night the night before recording the sound of her voice, and no matter what she might use to speak, he’d be able to notice her beautiful voice, which was far from being as high-pitched as those of the girls who forced everything to the point of breaking his eardrums.

-Your noon appointment has already arrived,” Carline announced.

He was surprised because he hadn’t seen the time go by at all, and to think he wanted to study his project again. Only one person had distracted him from his objective, something that had never happened before.