Tch, he is handsome but I had my own man ok. I never eat where I shit.
Baisti is extremely handsome and borderline beautiful, but knowing him so long, I just didn't want to lose what we had. Friends are hard to find and keep, especially someone like me.
The man pulled me into a hug, and I felt small next to his stature. Drawing in his scent, I closed my eyes and felt a wave of calm wash over me. It had been a while, and for some reason, inhaling his presence always soothed me. Stepping back, I forced a smile and glanced at the man and woman nearby. The man stepped forward and introduced himself. "Ju Ken, marketing director of Kim Cosmetics." He extended his hand, and I shook it before he gestured to the woman and introduced her.
"This is my assistant, Li Mai," the woman stepped forward with the fakest smile I had seen in a long time, well, whatever. I shook her hand and, at Vin's gesture, we all moved to the table. I was in front and the first to select where I wished to sit unhindered. I first took off my coat and carefully draped it over the back of the chair. Then, I leaned back gracefully, allowing myself to relax into the seating.
With a smile, I watched Vin take his seat directly opposite me making sure to look at 'that place' where there was a bulge. It was a monster, I bet it was bigger than my husband—not by much—but definitely, and would hurt beautifully to take. I would enjoy every moment though. My husband—
I did not even get to look at the goods long before he ran away, my face twitched before it returned to normal.
Damn, but he always looks so good from the back.
Watching him until he disappeared, I scanned the private room; Spacious able to hold easily fifty people with enough space. There was a chef in the corner to the left behind a transparent glass preparing various foods. I stared a little longer swallowing. Then opposite was a woman dressed in traditional attire, preparing tea with two servers waiting patiently.
Where we sat was low but not too low with a side table where extra dishes could be prepared.
Baisti returned, taking his seat his voice sounded in a cheery tone.
"Alright guys, today will be a leisure meeting," Vin said to ease the tension. I wanted to roll my eyes; he was friendly, but as my manager, it was his job to fill the silence, since I'm not one to talk much."Yes," the marketing director smiled. I nodded, glancing at the chef preparing small dishes as my stomach rumbled. "The dishes can be served immediately," Vin announced later, and I smiled gratefully. To maintain my peak shape, I needed to consume a lot of calories. It was a hassle, but I loved food.
The server brought two types of tea—black and white—pouring it into the cups before stepping back. I prefer white tea; black tea would make me jittery, and I need to stay calm and professional right now. "Miss Confessions, I've heard a lot about you. We've been searching for someone to represent our brand, and after seeing your recent interview, you were chosen," Mr Ju Ken said with a broad smile. I leaned forward, picked up the tea, and gently blew on it, peering through the steam at him before responding.
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(Baisti, the manager)
He had been waiting for a while when the marketing director entered first, smiling, followed by a woman with her head bowed. Vin Baisti coldly ignored her and turned to the male. "Ju Ken, you are late," he said. Vin Baisti intended to speak further, but the sight of a person approaching softened his previously cold expression. Jin Ken, noticing this, was momentarily taken aback.
As the woman Vin Baisti was waiting for entered, he removed his mask, revealing a smile as he called out to her. People have a fascination with owning exotic things, and he was no exception; he desired her from the moment he first saw her.
Storyia Confessions is a woman who captivates both genders, bending those who believed they were straight and turning back those with fixed preferences.
The people of this country have held a belief since ancient times: white symbolizes beauty, wealth, luck, and prosperity. Anything different is seen as bad luck, ugly, and poor. While a people's mentality is hard to change, the world has moved on, and although they remain a minority, they have been accepted to some extent.
Vin Baisti's gaze followed the woman who entered, captivated by her long legs, slim ankles, and waist, despite her mostly covered face. Even if she were filthy, he wondered if he would still be attracted to her.
Regaining his composure, Vin smiled at the woman and pulled her into a hug. He felt himself harden, but fortunately, his boxer shorts and position concealed any inappropriate signs.
The two nearly faded into the background, but they stepped forward just in time, diverting the covetous gazes that had been on him. This eased his tension, sparing him the embarrassment of having to push the woman away. With one stain already, he couldn't afford another that might drive his beloved away.
As they walked to the table, Vin had already planned a list of food and drinks. When she removed her jacket and turned to the side, he excused himself and headed to the bathroom.
Inside, he splashed water on his face to calm down. When that failed, he tried to relieve himself quickly. It took just five minutes, memories flooding his mind as he reached his peak. "Ria," he growled in frustration. As a monk, he couldn't eat meat, which made him restless. Damn it, he was thirty-three!
If it weren't for his memories, he wouldn't feel so miserable. He remembered Au Arrogan, having found himself in this body at twelve, a year before she arrived on the island. He spent three years there before she was taken away, and it pained him to be unable to reach her.
As the only son of the Vin family, he had to fulfill his duties, but he realized that the girl he had cherished in that life was a fake; the one who truly saved him was her. How could he not feel shame?
After much contemplation, he accepted his new life but vowed never to let her escape him.
The second male lead!
A heads up, the male lead had his soul fractured~
You can guess the rest.
Weeee this book will be filled with drama~
Unfortunately what Vin Baisti wanted could not always go as planned. She vanished for a time, and when he next saw her, she was everywhere—on the news, in magazines, and even on billboards. Then he could only settle as a manager, a man who could only be by her side but never truly have her.
He despised being in this body, hated that he was forced to watch her show affection to the version of him in this timeline. Vin Baisti silently prayed and hoped for the foolish version of that him, to hurry up and trip himself up so he could swoop in and claim the beauty.
After adjusting himself, Baisti exited the washroom and announced that dinner was served. Then taking his seat Vin Baisti felled his gaze on the woman before him who leaned forward slightly, and lifted the cup. Bringing it to her closer to her lips he saw her look up and almost sacrificed his soul to her.
Her eyes were deep, and he was bombarded with images of her riding him, her lips brushing the rim of the cup almost causing him cum in his pants.
Damn it!
Vin Baisti swore inwardly, forcing himself to look away with a straight face. The servers arrived with bowls and plates. "Thank you. That interview was…mm…enjoyable," she said, placing her cup down and running her fingers along its rim, her gaze fixed on the punny man beside her. Baisti wished he could slap him away with a thought. "That's why this location was chosen," Jin Ken said with a smile. Baisti suppressed the urge to lash out, managing a forced smile that was just natural enough to be polite. "Of course, Miss Confessions has a stellar reputation," the woman—who had been all but forgotten—added. The two men glanced at her before looking away. "True, since she started competing, we've seen significant growth in the country's sales," Jin Ken said, focusing his eager gaze on her as she sipped her tea. Baisti felt like he might crush the cup in his hand, gritting his teeth in frustration. Jin Ken continued to idolize her, oblivious to Baisti's turmoil. "Miss Confessions has done a lot of good," he said. His fiancé, a devoted fan of Miss Confessions, had helped him pronounce her name with ease. She— his fiancee—managed a successful cosmetic brand and was also an influencer. After considerable effort and expense, they secured a meeting with Miss Confessions. With degrees in marketing, sales, and law, Baisti had been sent out, brainwashed by his fiancé and accompanied by a small assistant. "Food, cosmetics, and clothing are essentials for consumers," he said seriously but then added flatteringly, "Miss Confessions, I hear you have an upcoming interview with the Lengs, who are opening a new nutritional store." She set her cup down gracefully, half-smiling at him. "Yes, the store will feature many products for professionals and hobbyists, most of which are well-known worldwide, with a few flying in for support," she replied, taking another sip of tea as the server placed her soup, main dish, and a small plate for extras in front of her, along with a dipping sauce bowl, chopsticks, spoons, and napkins. The other server was nearly finished, nodding while keeping her gaze on the food before her.
Jin Kim snapped out of his daze and leaned back to speak. "One of our country's most recognized athletes is in international performance leagues for table tennis, basketball, and football, and is also a well-known Wushu artist." Vin Baisti noticed Storyia's eyes widen and her relaxed posture shift closer to Jin, who seemed oblivious. "Yes, and there are also fitness trainers and competitors," Storyia added with an air of arrogance. Jin straightened up, slapped his leg, and laughed, "Ha, ha, right, right. You first did fitness modeling and then tried Octa-competitive sports." Vin Baisti glanced between the two, suppressing his irritation. Why did he choose a man?
Despite Jin Kim's dedication to his fiancée, his enthusiasm was palpable, especially as Storyia lit up during the conversation. "Sigh, yes, it's extremely competitive. Luckily, I played various sports as a child." Vin Baisti knew this was true and recognized the significance of her lineage as a direct descendant of the Fe family. "Can I please have an autograph? I have the latest fitness magazine," she said. Reaching his limit, Vin Baisti felt the urge to slap Jin aside, but Storyia reached for the magazine instead, accepting it with a smile. "Sure." The once-silent woman then asked softly, "Will you be an influencer as well?" After a moment of silence, Jin replied, "I have rejected it." This didn't surprise Vin Baisti.
"Oh, then how about the wealth list?" she inquired, leaning closer. "Well, I have interviewed for it," Storyia responded. Jin exclaimed, "Oh! Great!" Finally, Vin Baisti couldn't hold back and interrupted, "Alright, enough! Let's eat before the food gets cold, then we can discuss the contract." "Ah, right. Sorry, Mr. Vin," Jin said softly, taking back the magazine and focusing on his meal.
Vin Baisti watched the dark beauty pick up her chopsticks, take a piece of grilled meat, and eat it. Jealousy surged within him, and images flashed through his mind once again, almost driving him crazy.
Being in her presence is torturous, yet he is slowly becoming accustomed to it after all these years. She is his first wife, and he had been Au Arrogan for over thirty years in his previous life.
Once the meal ended and the dishes were cleared, the papers were laid out with a large tablet placed in the center. The discussion turned serious as the contract details were explained. It was unsurprising that the contract was fair: Storyia would receive a ten percent share of each sale through advertising over the one-year duration of the contract.
After half an hour, they stood, shook hands, and left the private room. Outside, Vin Baisti went to settle the bill, asking Storyia to wait so he could walk her to her car.
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