Vance X Bruce の小説・ストーリー

But her body moved before her mind could stop it. She turned. Vance was twenty meters away. Walking steadily, his suit jacket gone, his sleeves rolled up, his face— His face was the same. Older, yes. Thinner. But the same grey eyes, the same sharp jaw, the same stillness that had once made her feel safe and terrified in equal measure. He saw her. He stopped. His hand, reaching for his phone, fell to his side. His lips parted. No sound came. The waves crashed. The wind blew. No one moved.

Vance was still recovering, and normally I would stand against the idea, but he gave me those same puppy eyes. "Don't run off too far." I sighed, reading his thoughts from his eyes. Vance smiled Brightly and nodded at Valeria, and just like that, they were gone. They seemed to be good friends after just meeting each other once. Vance was socially awkward and introverted, while Valeria was extroverted. It reminded me of a particular person who always found her way to my mind every time. My little red was always socially awkward, although I was extroverted and could easily charm people. The one who always lit her world at a party was Bertha.

Tracy was trying her best to appear at ease. Vance was wearing a pair of golf shorts and a short-sleeved golf shirt. He had age spots dotting his frail-looking arms, and his hair, what little was left of it, was neatly combed to the side. "Thank you! Why don't you come in and sit down on the couch in the other room so we can get to know each other a little better?" Vance led Tracy into a large, high-ceiling living area with textured, gold-brown walls and a mix of paintings depicting English country life and portraits of people who Tracy thought must be his relatives. Tracy looked around in awe. She and Jim had a wonderful, affluent life, but Vance's home was in another category entirely. 'He

5 million, and Vinca again countered with 11 million, but to her surprise, Shanice raised the bid to 15 million. Frost had given Vinca a credit card that she rarely used. She had hoped to buy the vase using that card, but she felt that going beyond 12 million was in excess, so she opted out of the bid. Shanice had a victorious smile on her face but Frost was angry." Do you really want the vase?" he whispered into Vinca's ear. Vinca turned to him with huge eyes that were almost spilling with tears. She had set her heart on the vase and now it was gone. Frost didn't wait for her answer and raised his card for the first time since the auction began.

Bruce asked, trying to sway Yvan. Yuna found them at the same time. She arrived just in time to hear what Bruce said. Calmly, Yvan stared at him. "Bruce, do you know how old you are now? You can't hurt me by saying those stupid and immature things to me. Age is getting to you." "I'm not old!" Bruce shouted, his expression darkening. Yvan smiled coldly and said, "What are you anxious about then?" Bruce suddenly jerked his head up and laughed. "I really shouldn't underestimate you after all."

Vance’s smile froze for a moment. “You know, Catherine,” he said softly, trying to regain control, “I’ve always been curious. Your… ‘husband.’ How did he do it? Is he really that… ‘strong’?” Catherine picked up a glass of champagne, swirling it gently. “How strong he is, haven’t you already experienced it firsthand, kneeling before the whole world?” Vance’s face contorted instantly. The feigned charm vanished, replaced by pure, chilling murderous intent. “You bitch…” he hissed.

Celeste Vance wanted me. I know he did. The way his eyes darkened when I asked him to fuck me. The way his body tensed against mine. So much chemistry between us, but yet, he seemed to be fighting it hard. Vance was a hard man to crack. That’s okay, I’ll break him sooner or later.

The last thing she needed was for it to slip in front of Richard. “Didn’t you see the rainstorm outside?” she added, rolling her eyes as she brushed past him toward Bruce, who now looked like a frightened mouse. “Oh, Mrs. Williams, welcome back. Your husband and I were just coming to get you,” Bruce said, his voice tight, trying his best not to look terrified. He also tried not to think about how she had threatened him with his job if he had not agreed to delay her husband by any means necessary. “Doctor Bruce, I’m glad you’ve met my husband.” Vanessa’s eyes trailed over the flimsy but cute doctor before returning to Richard.

CHAPTER SEVEN Vivian, caught in the middle of their silent battle, felt her heart race. The tension between the two men was palpable, and it was drawing unwanted attention from the surrounding employees. She knew Damien’s habit of pushing people’s buttons, and Bruce’s strong sense of justice made him the perfect target. Damien was smug, calculating, and unyielding, always demanding respect without asking for it. Bruce, on the other hand, was honorable and steadfast, a man who had always stood up for what was right. But today, in the presence of Damien, Bruce’s usual calm demeanor was cracking. He was infuriated and Damien could tell, judging by the smug smirk that tugged at the corner of his

"He likes to crowd the outer rail and force the rookies into the composite dust." "He doesn't know how to run against a parallel line," Danica said, her voice dropping into that quiet, lethal tone that had rewritten the hierarchy back at the Harrison house. She stepped away from the window, her stride perfectly matching my own as we closed the distance to Vance's console. "He's used to hunting an anchor who leaves a trail. He's never had to look at a target vector that doesn't leave a single inch of daylight." Vance gave a single, tight nod, his fingers tapping the glass drive until the transfer confirmation lit up the entire room in a brilliant, unyielding green.