The Japanese Businessman

"Wake up wake up" my alarm clock shouted at me. Ok atleast its like shouting when someone says you to wake up so early in the morning. I looked at the clock and to my realisation I was already late for my office. I woke up as soon as I can and rushed to freshen up. I rush out of my apartment just to realise it was the most annoying day i hate to live, the valentines day. I reached my office really late. The elevator doors to the Mode offices opened. Besides the typical work frenzy, I walked into on a daily basis, the reception area and glass-walled bull pen where the cubicles were located. As i walked deeper i saw Love shaped balloons scattered all over the place. No surface of the most popular fashion magazine’s office space was spared. Cupids shooting love arrows hung from the ceiling. Hearts clung to the walls. And red roses petals everywhere. Each employee table seemed to have a vase of roses. The urge to run in the opposite direction consumed me. I hated valentines day a lot wher

Remembering the events from few hours back. It hit me with realisation that he was getting married. The boy i loved and crushed and my best friend is getting married to another. It broke me from inside. I wanted to be alone so i asked Zen to drop me home." Are you ok?" He asked in concern."I just want to be alone" i said to him. He drove away in silent understanding my urge to stay alone at the moment. Next morning i felt my head brust in pain. I guess it was the effect of crying almost the whole night up. Remembering the events i felt like as well hang a “Mug Me” sign around my neck. Plus, i felt like a drowned rat with my bedsheet wet. I could feel the pain i was being caused last night and the last thing he needed was the press of countless bodies hurrying to work surrounding me. I didn’t have the strength to go with the mob flow. Thank goodness i didn’t have to come in until the afternoon. In anticipation of Valentine’s Day Miss Pierce gave the entire office the morning off. I

Time flew very slowly today. Not to mention the loads of work i had to do. Till evening i was totally exhausted but the thought of me going on date with Zen refreshed me up. Ringing of my phone brought me out of my thoughts. It was Zen on other end."Yes" i recieved the call and said." Are you done yet" he asked me from the other end." Ya""Ok if you are done should we?" He asked. I hummed in agreement."I am waiting at the entrance of your office""Ok. I will be there in a minute""Take your time" he said and disconected the call. I giggled to myself. I was excited and thrilled at the same time. How it would go. First time it was a dissaster for me. I hope this one is the one. I was done with my work so i went to elavator to proceed downwards. The door of the elevator chimed and opened at ground floor. I walked towards the entrance and saw a black SUV standing right at the entrance and Zen had his back leaning on it. He saw me and waved at me. I walked to him. He pulled me into a

Thirty excruciating minutes later, i found myself outside Zen's apartment, breathing hard, skin overheating. Sweat soaked through my domino. Slipping through the front doors. Sprinting to the elevator. Yet, at Zen’s door, i hesitated. What was the plan? Ring the bell and ask him to fuck my brains out? I was harder than he had ever been in my entire life. That damn chocolate the crazy man had given me was working my hormones like a slave master with a whip. My skin prickled and my blood boiled. I was so aroused that even a gust of wind made me moan. Lust infected every cell of my body like a deadly virus and the only cure was behind the door i was standing in front of. Then the thought hit him: What if Kaz wasn’t home? But this state of arousal was so intense, i could barely think straight. Painted into a corner, i pressed the doorbell. A pleasant ring reverberated from within the apartment. At first, the place sounded empty. I bit my lower lip, squirming. Even that was enough to

Ten days since Zen note-boomed him with “You Are Mine,” and then nothing. What the hell was the guy trying to pull? Ten days of me startling every time the phone at his desk rang. Ten days of staring aimlessly at the elevator doors as if by magic Zen would walk through them. I was at the photoshoot of the Milan Fashion show. “Pull your head out of your ass, Amy,” someone said through chattering teeth. “What the hell are you doing out here?” Daniel called from the entrance of the tent. “I’ve been looking everywhere for you.” I closed his eyes and sent up a silent prayer for strength. . “Come on!” Daniel whined. “I’m freezing my cute tush off.” "You know i am still mad at you for taking me to place like that" i yelled at him. "I already said sorry for that you remember", he answered me. I laughed at seeing him pout. Then i went to where the shoot was. They were taking photos of someone modeling for them. I couldn't see the person because the light board stick in my sight. I walked