“I thought a woman who is the president of a company should be different from other women.”
“Although we’re company presidents, we’re women too.” Selena shot him a glare, no longer intent to speak to him. After dinner, they had nothing to do, so they would normally play some games together. With Pierre lying in bed, while Selena sitting beside him, they began their in-game fight.
“Pierre, hurry up! What are you doing? Why are you going in that direction? Am I supposed to be protecting you?” Selena kept on tapping on her screen while chiding Pierre.
Indeed, he was not performing as well, as he was being distracted by the fragrance of the flower, which seemed to have lit something within him. Upon lifting his head, he noticed that the collar of her shirt was wide open, so he could peek into it from his elevated position. The sight of it made him gulp.
“Argh, Pierre Fowler! What’s wrong with you? This is our first time ever losing a game!” In her frustration, she cast her phone aside.
“Come over here, Selena.” He put his phone away as well.
“What is it? Spill it out.”
However, he merely gazed upon her in silence, while she got a little embarrassed under his intense stare. “Pierre, can’t you speak?”
“I’m telling you to come over here.” He sounded both regal and domineering.
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