Jyojiko

"I don't look like a prostitute because I am not one." she coldly smiles at his questioning gaze as she sips her coffee. 'Jerk!!' she screams in her head.

"My apologies." he sincerely said, seeing the expression on her face. "But why do you have a key to this room."

"Well, probably because this is MY room." she spat her words as she put down her coffee on top of the coffee table. She chose a magazine with the Kardeshians on the cover and put down her cup on top of it.

He scoffed at this girl watching him with open distaste on her pretty face. He would admit that he felt insulted with how she acted now when just a while ago she was feasting on his body while he was on the phone.

"You change your mind easily, huh?" he said mockingly. "Just a few minutes ago, you said you like me."

"Well, a girl sure can change her mind, as many times as she wants. If you want to change my mind, you could stand up and turn around so I could see you from behind because you see, I prefer a guy with a nice pair of ass."

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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. 

When her flight was canceled due to a heavy storm, she had a one-night stand with a stranger that happened to be the future CEO of one of the top five pharmaceutical companies in the world.

However, the next time they met, he did not remember her!

But is it a reason enough to take revenge? If it was, how far would she go to soothe her wounded ego?

Was it really just her pride that got hurt? 

What really happened that night? And how does a night with a stranger change Jess's life?

[WARNING: Some chapters may contain mature R-18 content.]


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Book cover by Jushel

Capture The Blue-Eyed CEO

[This chapter is dedicated to our new power stone fairy, Yolo90. Thank you! ]

The idea in her head sounded like a better plan when she read the message from Luke. She already replied to him about what she wanted to do with her car. There was no way for her to back down.

She grabbed her stuff from her desk. There was nothing to prepare there since she would just carry the same bag she used yesterday.

She turned her head back to her closet then darted her eyes to the closed bathroom door. She took a deep breath and dashed to the bathroom. She opened the top drawer from under the lavatory counter.

She started putting her toiletries inside the pouch. She scanned the bathroom for something that she would need. She glanced at the towel, hanging on the towel rack - she doesn't need to bring a towel.

She got out of the bathroom, sure that she already got what she needed. She passed by her vanity table for her makeup.

Running Away