Third person's point of view.
*SIN**
"Thank goodness you're here, Mr Alfonso" a man breathe out in relief immediately he saw Ferguson enter the club.
Ferguson nodded at Rob, signalling him to wait for him (Ferguson) downstairs, while he (Ferguson) followed the man who was already rushing towards the staircase.
"I don't know what spell that lady casted on him, he has been in a daze since she left his office and wouldn't speak to anyone"
"And how long it has been, Mike?" Ferguson asked the man, whose name's just known as Mike.
"Almost twenty minutes, sir"
Ferguson simply nodded and followed the man.
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*SIN=Ceo's office**
They both (Ferguson and Mike) finally stopped at a door after a three minutes walk, Mike knocked on the door but as he had expected there wasn't an answer.
He pushed the door open and made way for Ferguson to walk in, then walked in right after Ferguson and shut the door behind him.
Ferguson halted abruptly when he saw Jonathan staring blankly at the door, his brows were furrowed in a serious frown but his mouth was slightly open, and his hands were fists into a tight ball -his expression was exactly that of a stunned man.
"You said he's been in this state since the lady left?" Ferguson asked as if to be sure of something.
"Yes, sir" Mike answered with a sigh.
"What did she originally come here for exactly?"
"For a job interview"
Ferguson shoved his hands in his pockets and tilted his head a little bit, his brows furrowed too as he took a closer look at Jonathan, then he took slow steps forward while trying to figure out what's wrong with him.
He halted again when Jonathan suddenly started laughing, as though he's just heard the funniest joke ever. He exchanged looks with Mike, then gestured Mike to leave the office.
"I'll leave him to you, sir" Mike said and dashed out quickly.
Ferguson walked closer to the chair in front of Jonathan's table, he sat down and stared at Jonathan for a while, but of course, Jonathan was deeply engrossed in his thoughts that he didn't recognize Ferguson's presence.
He jumped on his chair immediately Ferguson banged very loudly on his table, and threw him (Ferguson) an irritated glare.
"What are you doing in my office? When did you get in? And who bloody let you in?!"
Ferguson simply raised his left eyebrow at him.
"I have been here for a while and you're just recognizing my presence, I think you've lost the right of asking those questions, honey"
Jonathan cringed and shuddered when he heard Ferguson referring to him as 'honey' and Ferguson smirked slyly.
"I got a call from Mike earlier, he said you lost yourself after a strange lady left your office" he adjusted his suit and leaned back on the chair. "And I wouldn't believe him if I didn't come and see for myself.. who's she?"
Jonathan sighed deeply and passionately, as he released a small but sweet smile -a satisfied smile like someone who just got what they've been searching for.
"Tell me, Gus" he leaned on the table. "Have you ever met someone who's done something out of your imagination?"
Ferguson's eyebrows furrowed more, his mind instantly flashed back to the hot sèx he had with Stella in his bathroom, her moans and groans filled his head and her sweaty, yet pleasured face occupied his mind.
"Uh.. don't tell me you have too" Jonathan tapped on the table impatiently, and Ferguson nodded slowly.
"I have... she's my sèx goddess" the corner of his lips curved in a small smile.
"Ooohhhh"
Jonathan sprang up and rounded the table to his friend, not caring about his chair that he's accidentally knocked off.
"I guess I just found my sèx goddess too!" he exclaimed loudly, with great excitement. "Come on, let's drink to our common achievement"
With that, he grabbed Ferguson's hand on the table, and dragged him towards the mini bar in his office.
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*4:31pm - Alfonso's Family Villa**
A lady who seemed to be in her early fifties rushed out of the kitchen, she wore an apron around her neck and gloves on her hands and held a knife in her right hand.
Although she there were beads of sweat on her forehead, her hair was still neatly packed up in a bun.
"Oh, David, you're finally back" she said with a happy smile.
She dropped the knife on the living room table, took off her gloves and dropped them on the table too, then strides towards snr Alfonso who just walked into the living room, but was already taking off his suit, she went on tiptoes and planted a welcoming kiss on his lips, before collecting his briefcase and helped him take off his suit completely, his arms were wrapped around her waist while she does this.
A loud scoff was heard from a sofa in the living room.
"Everyone already know you're both husband and wife, can you two just stop showing off your love every goddamn time already?" A blonde hair girl said, she seemed to be in her twenties.
Snr Alfonso chuckled and planted another kiss on his wife's lips.
"We'll stop showing off our love after you and your brother decide it's time to settle down, right Diana?" he asked his wife.
"Yes, David" she agreed.
"Arghh" the girl groaned as she turned away from them. "You're both so gross" she grumbled in disgust underneath her breath, then gave her attention back to the tv.
"How has my beautiful wife's day been?" he asked.
"Good, but let's forget about me for now"
Mrs Alfonso (that's how we're gonna refer to Diana from now on) cleared her throat.
"How did it go? What did Ferguson say? Is he coming home for dinner today?" she asked eagerly.
"Don't even mention that boy's name before me!" Snr Alfonso snapped with a serious expression, but quickly smiled apologetically when he saw his wife's frown and pout.
"What do you mean? His assistant didn't let you see him?"
He scoffed.
"It would have been better if that was the case"
"Huh?" her mouth was slightly open as she doesn't understand what her husband's trying to say.
"Can you believe the nerve of that boy, he won't stop fooling around with his whores"
"Fooling with his whores?" It's very obvious that she understood him, but she wanted him to make himself clear.
"He was.. he was.."
"He was what?"
"Your son just finished banging a whore before my arrival" he gritted out.
Mrs Alfonso reached for her husband's cheeks and caressed them softly as she was calming him down.
"And what happened next?" she asked softly.
"Nothing"
Her brows furrowed.
"Nothing? Didn't he said anything about coming home for dinner today?"
"No" he replied. "He only said he's gonna come see you one of these days"
"What?!" she exclaimed. "What should I do now? I already invited Cordelia over for dinner, David, she's going to be very sad if she doesn't see Gus today"
Snr Alfonso sighed and shook his head.
"That was why I suggested you inform him about the dinner first before inviting Cordelia over"
Mrs Alfonso's frown deepened, she pulled away from her husband and headed towards their room with a sad expression.
"Honey, maybe you should give him a call yourself?" snr Alfonso suggested.
"He doesn't take my calls" she replied without turning back.
Snr Alfonso faced his daughter who's seemingly engrossed on the movie showing on the tv.
"You see now?"
"What?"
"You and your brother are breaking your mother's heart" he pointed an accusing finger at her, before rushing to catch up with his wife.
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Stella's point of view.
*The Next Morning**
*Stella and Megan's apartment**
♪la-la-la-la-la♪
I hummed and sway my body to the music playing on my phone as I combed my hair, and I'm humming because I don't know the words to the song but I love the song so bad.
"Well, well, well, am I dreaming? Or someone's actually up so early?" Meg asked teasingly me as she strode into my room.
She walked straight to my bed, snatched my phone and sat on the bed, then started going through my phone -I guess she's had enough of the song and wanna change it, because I've been playing it on repeat since yesterday.
"I really don't know what you why you're obsessed with this crappy song"
Hmph, I knew it.
"It's not about the song, babygirl, I just love Justin Bieber" I pointed my comb at her as though it's a sword. "And don't you dare change that song" I threatened her in a deep voice.
"Ooh, I'm so scared" she rolled her eyeballs. "Why are you up so early? It's just 6:42am, you don't wanna be late today?"
I dropped my comb on the dresser and faced her with a smirk.
"Mm, I know that smirk" she said, giving me a knowing look and I nodded.
"Can't help getting excited, I love my teacher's dîck"
Her eyes widened at my words, not because she was surprised but because I was being too straightforward and raw -of course, she's used to it.
"Ok.. I really wanna meet your teacher in person now and have a few words with him, it seems like he's crazier than you"
I chuckled.
"You have no idea, baby" I replied.
I picked my purse from the dresser, walked closer to Megan and snatched my phone from her, but placed a brief kiss on her right cheek.
"I'll try to be home early to surf the internet with you"
"Just try not to break your waist later"
I laughed.
"I will, see you later, baby" I sent her a wink, then dashed out.
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*Ten Minutes Later**
I paid the cab driver and alighted his cab, then walked into lala-land. I bumped into Rob while I was rushing to catch the elevator that's about closing.
"Wow, you're early today, Miss McCartney" he said.
"Yeah"
He nodded with a smile.
"You're the most serious student Mr Alfonso's ever have"
Ok.. is that supposed to be a compliment? Or he's indirectly calling me a slût?
Someone should please tell this buddy to shut up, or I'm gonna lose it.
"Oh, the elevator is here" he said.
"Thanks" I quickly entered the elevator and shut the doors before he could step in too.
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"Good morning, Mr huge dîck" I chirped immediately I stepped into Mr huge dîck's office.
He paused reading his magazine and spared me a glance, his eyes quickly accessed my body -from my head to my toes, then he shook his head in dissatisfaction.
I ignored his dissatisfied expression, I walked towards the chair at the front of his table and sat down.
'He's so professional' I thought when I realized he's not reading an actual magazine, but a magazine of naked models.
"What are we doing today, sir?" I asked, batting my lashes and biting my lower lip seductively.
"Role-play"
Role-play?!
Ooh, I love roleplays. I couldn't help but hoot and cheer mentally in excitement.