𝐆𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐒𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬┊✓

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— shinrin-yoku —
(n) "forest bathing" — going into the woods for a mentally soothing experience
origin ; japanese

"Well fuck you and your damned company!" I screamed over the phone, bloody outraged. Not waiting to hear what Samuel Christian had to say, I ended the call and slammed both my phone and venti earl grey tea on my desk. Utterly irritated and ballistic, I stood up, sending the desk chair to slam against the wall. And now, pacing back and forth in my father's office, my patience itself was walking on eggshells.

These past few days were rather a hustle, testing my patience, well lack thereof. My time was spent between the office, hospital, school, and Hunter family mansion. Becoming the CEO and taking reign on my father's throne has left me in the bloody compromising position of having no time.

The Worthington's seemed to be a thing on their own. As of late, they weren't exactly consuming my mind like times before, well they weren't, but Phoenix definitely was. More often than not, the gang seemed to be a forgotten concept to me, not being a top priority to me and the company becoming what I solely lived and breathed. Between not seeing them since I abruptly left the skating rink and rarely seeing them around school, which was rather concerning as it is, I had other things occupying my mind. But every time I seemed to forget them, even if it was just for a split second, I found myself thinking about Phoenix - pondering over him, having lingering thoughts about him - he consumed my thoughts wholly; thus all reminding me of my friends that I miss. But I don't miss him.

Who are you lying to?

Absolutely no one, I yell back at the voice.

It's not good to build yourself up upon lies.

Rolling my eyes at the irritating inner voice, I realise I've hardly even communicated with them as well, managing to send Pyper a text or two now and then.

And I'm sure they knew well enough the reason for my absence.

My eyes flickered over to my desk and fell on the newspaper laying perfectly on it. The front page's headline of The Miami Times was rather a surprise to anyone who knew of me and the business world.

"Adrianna Vasiliev of Vasiliev + Co. and shockingly Bazzi Enterprises, the notorious new CEO?"

The newspaper was issued yesterday; from the moment Kendall left it on my desk with a huge smile, well, lazily threw it on my desk and walked out not muttering a word, and my eyes fell on it, I was feeling prideful. And once again, right now, I felt pride running through my body as I read the headline a time or two again.

But the smile that made it's way on my face along with the light in my eyes left all too soon as I heard the phone ring and I grunted.

I was slowly becoming what I said I would never, a workaholic.

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"Have I mentioned how utterly sexy you are, Ms. Vasiliev, especially now that Vasiliev and Co. is competition for Worthington Industries?" I moaned, feeling his erection against my back, feeling his hot, sinful lips against the flesh of skin on my neck.

I was grinding against him, throwing my arms back to wrap around his neck as my eyes were closed. Moans fell past both our lips and we were in our own bloody world.