That was why they were unnerved when they saw Ryle pampering a parrot. None of them believed that it was their boss's pet. Instead, they naturally assumed that their boss probably wanted to try parrot meat.
He told her that she was his yet this woman treated his words like air. But he was not in a hurry to prove his point. They had all the time in the world. He did not mind if she continued taking her sweet time realizing that now that she took the initiative to throw herself into his arms, he had no intentions of letting her go.
Diana was standing at the entrance of the gym with her hair tied in a messy bun, her face was free of any makeup. His gaze trailed lower to her exposed collarbone and a little lower where he could tell with one glance that she was not wearing a damn thing under that fucking black shirt that highlighted her taut nipples, taunting his useless workout session.
The once magnificent Presidential Suite now turned into a shipwreck with clothes scattering on the floor, torn fabrics here and there, and traces of bloods on the crumpled white sheet that almost fell off the King size bed.
This fugly sounded like a horrible fat monster! Ryley could tell the man's appearance just from his voice. Not just that, Ryley felt like puking when the man's pot belly pressed down on him like a boulder.
The question sounded like a needle stuck in Ryley's ear. He could sense Rachel's hidden intentions when she asked that. The woman in front of him clearly looked down on his agency and judged that they did not deserve a contract from one of the luxurious fashion brands in America.
The beautiful woman in a maroon evening dress then started the conversation. "Haha, thanks. First of all, I would like to congratulate you on being the ambassador for Hyacinthia. I still can't believe you can get up again and stand on your own two feet,"
''I have a headache. I was leaving…'' her words were yet to finish when several waiters and waitresses came and lined up, serving the dishes on the long table.