He's Like A Knife In My Head .7. by Bleach99, literature
Literature
He's Like A Knife In My Head .7.
You make me wish I was dead.
Friday could not have come fast enough. Ren had dumped her last two hundred into motel fees, rent at the storage facility where her entire life lived while she was in the motel, and gas for the Vespa. Needless to say, she was ready for a rent-free lifestyle.
Kaiba had ordered a moving service to transport all of her things to the manor, which had been a kind gesture, but backhandedly insulting. He had ordered three trucks. Her entire life fit inside of one.
But she wouldn't complain! She had been given an incredible gift. "Dealing with Seto Kaiba" would look amazing on her résumé, and she was being pa
Joy
The shutter of the camera fluttered in rapid succession, the lens capturing every twitch of the leaves of the magnolia tree before her. Ren lowered her eyes to the preview screen, clicking through her last few takes. She exhaled a sigh, glancing back up at the tree.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. She dug into her bag with one hand, twisting the lens off of her camera with the other. For the past two weeks, she hadn't been satisfied with her photography. She couldn't figure out what it was. It wasn't as if she was lacking subject matter; the magnolia tree had just begun to blossom, dumping ivory petals all across the gardens at
'Role-playing can be a fun and exciting way to spice things up in the boudoir! Ask your man what sorts of fantasies you'd like to indulge him in. If you're worried about your performance, start with a familiar setting. Doctor/Nurse, Schoolgirl and Teacher, and Employee/Boss are good starts!'
Ren raised an eyebrow, shaking her head at the magazine in her lap. She had been sat in Seto's office waiting for him to tie up loose ends at work for the past hour, and had resorted to actually reading the Cosmo sex tips. They were really just the same thing over and over again; reverse cowgirl can be invigorating, give him a handy in the shower, use lu
Ren clutched her thick knit scarf to her throat to guard against the biting winds, her hair whipping wildly about her face as she strode briskly through downtown Domino. She had set out on a mission to find a nice hole-in-the-wall Filipino restaurant and had found herself in a rather seedy neighborhood, feeling glaringly out of place with her Coach crossbody and Loubou boots. The red sole was like an exclamation point against the cracked pavement; Ren cursed Seto Kaiba for them, and swore to jab them through his eyes if she made it out of this neighborhood alive.
She stuffed her hand into her pocket, swearing up and down that she would look
Ren couldn't exactly say that she was surprised to learn that Kaiba only slept for about five hours every night. He usually left for work at about seven in the morning, and Ren had caught him awake, light streaming from beneath his bedroom door at one in the morning on more than one occasion.
She understood why he did it. He was a busy man, the president of a multi-million dollar corporation; of course he was no stranger to all-nighters. It was how he had risen to the top. And he had been even busier still over the past weeks, in preparation of the new deal that the Kaiba Corporation had been negotiating with Industrial Illusions. She felt b
Seto does not know his limits. Well He knows them. But he pushes them. In Duel Monsters. In business. And in drinking. Ren was more than amused to find that she could drink her boss under the table, until she had the misfortune of dealing with his hangover the next morning. From then on she learned that Seto Kaiba and alcohol were a volatile combination that was to be avoided at all costs.
He was fine when it was just a glass of wine at dinner, or a cocktail before bed. He was a Manhattan kind of guy, she had found. But when he decided that he was in the frame of mind for eleven of them, or that shots were a brilliant idea, he was abso
"Pick up my dry cleaning, Kuroki. Scrub my bathroom floor, Kuroki. Get down on your knees and service my balls, Kuroki." Ren thrust the ticket at the perturbed cleaner, a scowl tugging at her mouth as she contemplated all of the ways she could destroy Seto Kaiba's life before he got home from work. Lately he had been treating her like his personal assistant, rather than his brother's caretaker, and it had been wearing her patience and good nature to the breaking point. She was beginning to behave more and more like the man; a constant sneer at her lips, her jaw almost always set, poised to snap out a witty insult at any moment. She had expect
Like A Knife In My Head .6. by Bleach99, literature
Literature
Like A Knife In My Head .6.
You were never my friend, and all I can hope is that I never see you again.
Ren leaned back into the lush chaise in the sitting room at the Kaiba estate and buried her face in her hands. She needed to get her head straight. A clear mind was all that she wanted, just five minutes of silence and calm, but with all that had happened in the past ten days, her mind just couldn't quit.
In ten short days, Ren had lost her apartment to Emi's carelessness, lost her belongings to the dank of a storage center, and lost eight hundred dollars to the hotel she had been staying in. None of her friends from high school had the means to take her in, and her
Like A Knife In My Head .5. by Bleach99, literature
Literature
Like A Knife In My Head .5.
Well, you ruined my life.
"Mokuba, let's go! Kick it into gear, bro!" Ren craned her head from where she stood to peer up the stairs. They were about to be late. For the second time this week. It was Tuesday.
If there was one thing that Ren had learned in her short month of working at the Kaiba estate, it was that Mokuba slept like a rock. And that he was an absolute bear when she finally did manage to wake him up. They hadn't had a problem with punctuality yet, but this week they certainly were racking up some tardy points.
"Come on, Mokuba!" She shouted up the staircase. "Pants, no pants, we gotta go!"
"You know that getting him up and