good or nothing
She never thought that she will end up looking at the same man again and again—but this time, with his picture in her phone.
Solene received a text from him. Achilles was inviting him to a dinner party.
What is she going to do? She thought that the last time they almost fight—with Manager March was a hint for him to settle himself in his chair. But everything was kinda blurry to tell.
Never did Solene expected the man ro to reach out again.
Soon as she stepped through the city's bridge, a huge, warm hand covered her whole wrist, preventing the girl to move.
His smell filled her nostrils, a sweet scent of peppermint and a cool breeze of roasted coffee—his signature smell that only she remembered.
It was when she was having sex with him that she realized that his smells was quite different from all the other men that comes near him. Achilles was haunting her to her dream.