The Heartbreak On A Sunny Summer Day

"Oh, Sir… I-I think I-im gonna.."

"Let's do it together."

For the third time, the girl screamed his name when the pleasure waves hitted her. Her mind went blank. Her visions got blurry. Never been in her life, she felt something amazing like this. She was always curious and now she got the taste of heaven.

The man kissed her hard. Their tongues intertwined. Busy tasting each other's taste. 

"Oh, Grace...."

"Please, sir. This is so good."

"It's good, eh? Now, how about you take control?"

She gasped when he pulled her legs to wrap her legs on his torso. Flipped her so she could sit on top of him to have full dominance. 

"S-sir?"

The cold and untouchable tycoon now looked like a lost teenager, gritted his teeth when the pleasure of heaven touched the tip of his pride. 

"Perfect. You are so perfect.. Clumsy but… perfect"

"Eungh, I-I'll try my best," said the girl pushing her body down through the length of his body part.

Grace bites her lip. How did she end up like this? 

Well, if we could go back a few hours ago. It started in the hot summer, when the sun was shining brightly, the view of New York City looked very beautiful. The tall, majestic buildings lined up show an increasingly modern civilization.

New York that afternoon looked very busy. Tall buildings filled every corner of the city. New York itself was the center of architecture and business across America. Becoming one of the busiest cities in existence. Everyone comes to trade and seek luck to change their fate for the better.

The green leaves of the trees seemed to be starting to turn yellow. Leaving the green color that grew when spring arrived a few months ago. And now it's ready to wither so it can fall in the autumn.

There was not the slightest cloud to shade people from the hot sun. Some women walking on the streets of the city had to open their umbrellas to protect their make-up from the sun.

One of them, Grace Elizabeth Norma. The twenty-year-old girl lowered her wide-brimmed hat to avoid the heat. It was clear that her beautiful face was showing excitement. That snow-white skin was almost never exposed to sunlight. Sweat began to appear on her forehead and Grace wiped it away with a handkerchief.

She already had an appointment with her fiancé. Yesterday, she received an invitation to have dinner together at her fiancé's family house. Fillo, son of one of the Directors of the Printing Company, a close friend of her father. Grace had known Fillo since childhood, they played together until two years ago, when she turned eighteen, Fillo proposed to her.

Of course, it was the happiest day for Grace. And two years later, Grace was busy studying business. She just needed to wait until she graduated from college and Fillo would propose to her.

That was her father's requirement.

They could get married after their studies were finished and it took more or less than a year. Imagining that made Grace even more excited.

Now she was in a hurry to meet Fillo. Yesterday Grace declined her fiance's dinner invitation because she was busy preparing for her business multimedia project. But now, her assignments were completed more quickly, Grace could visit Fillo's apartment which was located in one of New York's tall buildings.

Grace arrived at Fillo's apartment right at lunch time, maybe Grace could invite Fillo to lunch at a new restaurant nearby.

Mr. Frederick Babel was a close friend of her father. They also graduated from the same university. and now they work in different business industries. Mr. Frederick owned a printing business while her father was a business consultant.

Grace inserted the password into the apartment door. She deliberately didn't make a sound to surprise Fillo. Usually at this time, Fillo was asleep in his room because he just came home from the studio.

Fillo was an artist. Taking art studies and owning a studio gallery. His father was very angry about his decision to take art studies and wanted Fillo to study business like Grace and him. But Fillo's determination was firm. He wanted to become an artist who was famous for his works!

Grace could understand that and she really supported her boyfriend's ideals.

"Ah…."

Grace turned for a moment towards the bedroom door which was not closed tightly. In her silence, Grace seemed to hear a strange, familiar voice.

With steps full of curiosity, Grace approached the room and looked through the gap.

BADUMP!

"Fillo…. You are mine, right? You will be mine, right? oh, Fillo!"

"Agnes, faster! I'm gonna- Please!"

"Put it inside. I will carry your child! Don't pull it out!"

"Ugh… Agnes.. I c-can't!"

As the door opened slightly, Grace widened her eyes. She saw two people cuddling together. Hugging each other's sweaty bodies. There was no clothing covering either of them. The interaction of their bodies was clearly visible and made Grace almost scream. She closed her mouth tightly.

She peeked in another direction to see the two figures. Her breath hitched. Her heart seemed to stop beating. The brunette haired man was none other than Fillo! And the woman… the woman with long straight black hair…. It was her best friend, Agnesia Ambrose!

"Oh, Fillo… I love it when you make that kind of face… my beautiful Fillo…"

"Agnes... you are more beautiful, my love."

"More than Grace?"

"How could you say that? That nerdy prude girl won't ever reach your level. Look how beautiful your body are… your sexy lips… your wet…"

"Ungh…Fillo! You naughty boy!"

The man kept playing his fingers on the woman's intimate part. They kept teasing each other without realizing someone was watching.

"Seriously, when will you break up with her? I'm tired of this backstreet."

"I intend to break up with her before her birthday. Me too. I want to tell everyone that you, my beautiful Agnes, are my girlfriend. Not that nerdy prude girl."

The girl giggled. "Oh, Fillo. Now you make me feel bad for our lovely little Grace. She is still my best friend though."

"Ugh. How about we stop talking about her and start another round?"

"Eungh yes… I love that."