Vincent and I didn't hump for a very long time.
The moment that he had once again reached his c****x, and as I reach mine, we decided to lay on the bed beside each other.
I suppose we are both now satisfied with what we have done. But I can still feel him catching his breath while our eyes focus at the bedroom ceiling.
“I heard Bryce will launch a collection of your own designs.” Out of the blue, Vincent says without looking at me.
It was the opposite on my side because that made me look at him.
“Where did you hear about that?”
Vincent nonchalantly shrugs his shoulders, “From his friends.”
His friends? So they all know that Bryce had been trying to sabotage my business for a long time now?
Friends... so does that mean Conrad knows? Or maybe I'm wrong.
“That's kind of odd,” I retur
