Smut Compilation Stories

MANAGER

I was the manager of a famous model named Aizen Vincencio. It's been eight years since I started working with him.

I've been nothing but strict and stoic to him. I don't want to let my emotions and expressions out. I wanted to be the most perfect manager for him.

But today, something happened.

I knocked on his penthouse's door to guide him throughout the day, but I didn't hear an answer. I kept a spare key of his house, using it only on emergencies.

I didn't hesitate to open it and head immediately to his room. I saw him pretending to be sick and it was annoying.

"Get up " I said in a cold tone. But he wasn't moving at all.

"Selly ko! I'm sick oh, can't you help me get up and wash me?" Aizen even faked a cough and looked at me with puppy eyes.

"I told you not to call me that and please, you're going to be late if you don't move." I clenched my fist, ready to smack him just to get his fucking ass up.

He sighed and looked down. "Selly, why can't you just show a little concern to your little client hmm? Aren't we friends?"

I didn't respond to his little tantrum. He saw me slowly getting angry and got up.

"Alright, I'll go na! Di ka naman mabiro!" He sighed and went to the bathroom.

I tidied up his room and prepared his clothes to wear. We're going to do a photoshoot for today and we have to be early.

Once he got out of the bathroom, I showed him his clothes and let him wear them. I got out for him to change and checked his schedule for the day.

We both went to the venue for his photoshoot. I drove silently and arrived immediately at the place.

I waited in a guest room for him to be finished. While waiting, I organized his schedule and planned his day. I wanted everything to go according to my plan.

As I was doing my work, I felt someone suddenly hugging me from the back. It was Aizen.

I groaned in annoyance and faced him, standing from my seat.

"You're done?"

"Yup!" He smiled widely like a puppy. This guy... I admit, he's handsome. Because of working hard for the past eight years, he immediately rose at the top with lots of sponsors and endorsements.

"Cant you just compliment me just once, Selly? Would that hurt you?" He looked at me with puppy eyes again.

I sighed. "Great job." I said, didn't really mean it.

"You sound so forced! Can't you just...stop treating me like a stranger for once? We've been together for almost eight years, but you're nothing but cold and strict towards me." His usual playful voice suddenly sounds serious.

"I'm just doing my job, Aizen." I looked at him with my usual stoic expression.

"That's what I'm talking about. You're treating me just like your client and nothing more!" He suddenly shouted at me.

I stepped back and felt something. It was guilt.

"And how am I supposed to treat you, Aizen? You're my client." I retorted back.

I saw him clenching his fist, "You just don't know how much I've been holding back, Seleira. We've been together for almost a decade. Is it really that impossible for you to never like me?!" I felt his voice stuttering.

"What are you talking about, Aizen? Of course I can't even think of you that way! I'm supposed to be professional, and you should either. We don't let personal feelings be involved with work."