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T h i r t y - f o u r
How is it that my life is a series of unfortunate events that repeat themselves repeatedly? I don't even know I bother with life anymore. I'm not learning from 'these events' at all. My life is a mess as it is, but now you have thrown shame to it too. Are you even up there? I whisper to myself while looking up at the dark skies, like, give me a break, God, it is not like I'm trying to be shitty at it, but I would like a little bit of good for once in a while me.
If bad things keep happening to me, like having my ex-boyfriend fucking on my bed with another woman, the sudden appearance of my forever crush, and now, I was broke. Oh, and we mustn't forget that Liam H. Westbrook is getting the first-row seat to me, revealing my chest.
Don't get me wrong, I am very proud of them, but I'm not into just showing them to anyone. This isn't Mardi Gras, and we're not that intimate, at least not yet.
I finally recovered from the shock a quickly covered myself moving away
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Baby T h i r t y - f i v e
Buzzing wakens me. Looking around, I find the source of the annoying sound. Opening one eye looking around for whatever it is that making it. I winced in pain, a pounding headache, and the soreness in my eyes when the sunlight shone right at my face. My phone is rattling on its charging nook; I don't think twice and reject the call. My head is pounding, my throat is dry, and my body feels like it weighs a ton. Why do I drink When I'm sure that I suck at being drunk. Trying to piece last night's events is a bit hard. The memories turn blurry on the dance floor. I know I danced and there was a lot of alcohol and dancing. How did I get here? God. Liam. He called and sounded angry. Turning around, I find myself face to face with the man, the little light coming into the room is enough to see him. His fa
Baby T h i r t y - s i x
"I will, and so many other things." Even if he hadn't meant it to sound dirty, it had come out like that. My body responded by shivering, and he noticed it. His eyes darkened. "But right now, I need to brush my teeth. Morning breath is one thing I can live without." I watched him move, slow assertive movements as he slid off the bed and moved towards the door. His muscles tightening as his whole body move; if I was some art collector, his back was something I would want to have a photograph of, a huge one hung right in front of my bed so it would be the first and last thing I saw at the start and end of my day. I must have fallen asleep once again. I was alone now, completely covered with my sheet to my chin, more like wrapped like a burrito since the only thing exposed to the world was my head. I had no idea what time of the day it was, just that it was the middle of the day and there was supposed to be someone else in the apartment. His suitcase was in the same cor
Baby T h i r t y - s e v e n
"You're not my boss." I pushed myself off him with enough force to escape him but also almost fell on my face. "You can't just be ordering me around. Making sudden appearances expecting off me to do your bidding, I'm not a child anymore, Liam." I'm furious. He can't order me around. He can virtually understand what's going on. He can't possibly put himself in my shoes. "Say that again." He was still sitting on the chair, looking at me with a straight face. No emotions. That was far scarier on him than any at all. "What?" I ask, my voice suddenly faltering. "Say my name again." Oh, that. Yes, this was the first time in years that I had actually said his name out loud. Ever. To his face. To anyone, even to myself. I flinched and started walking backward when he suddenly stood up. It didn't matter that the sun was out and shining through the windows, that I had no door, or that my tiny kitchen table took any space. He was bigger than anything else. His presence
Baby T h i r t y - e i g h t
Even a few hours after, and I can't believe I'm still hard. I can't stop thinking about her. After all those years, being able to find her again, have her again, touch her, and kiss her. Hell, if this was what an addict felt on a relapse, I was screwed. She was some sort of drug that I couldn't stop wanting to have. I'm currently in the middle of a meeting with a large staff, and I haven't been able to concentrate; the constant chatter is making me lose my temper, and the fact that I am really uncomfortable with my stubborn hard-on. Well, it is my brain's fault really, I keep getting replays of it all every single time I close my eyes; I can see her writing and move in front of me. Those throaty sounds and that crazy sexy smile. I'm doomed. I thought I was lost those years back, but now I'm really deep and fucked up. Leaving her had been one of the hardest things I have ever done. That damned phone call. Out of the times to call, all the idle times I
Baby T h i r t y - n i n e
"Back so soon?" Soon? It had felt like an eternity away from her. She had changed, and it didn't surprise me since it was getting dark outside. Her messy bed hair was now tamed, finger-combed probably, but still, she looked beautiful with the pink glow on her cheeks and her fresh girl look. Not much makeup, yet she never really wore any before, or the last few days, I had been lucky to see her. I was curious to see what she would look like when she got dressed up for me. Now, she had a loose dress with yellow flowers and no sleeves. I could see her tanned arms, a bit toned. Not like when she lived under my roof when she was untouchable. When she was all legs and wild hair, she would sit in the sun and make her freckles multiply all over her soft tanned skin, when the air around her smelled like warm vanilla and cherry lip gloss. Damn, I'm getting hard again just thinking about her. I felt like a damn pervert, and yet I facepalm myself remembering she was legal back then, old
Baby F o r t y
I never gave a damn about the night after; it was a given they would come back for more. Hell, I had to fight them off me, which was why I had several arrangements with different women. A single text or a phone call, and it was a done deal. They would make themselves available for me. I would end the transaction by leaving a thick envelope, appreciating silence and time. Still, there were rumors but nothing concrete, nothing that proved the reality of it all. It was good business. I got what I wanted; they got what they wanted, the end. But now, now I'm worked up. I'm can't quite grasp the situation I'm in. She's hot and cold. I don't know where the hell I'm standing. We had a lovely evening, a cold sandwich, a few glasses of wine, and now I'm being sent home. On a Saturday night, before midnight. Dismissed. I'm stunned really, I wasn't expecting her to be so blunt about it. "Are you serious?" I'm tryin
Baby F o r t y - o n e
"What did you expect? You told him to go.""Yeah, but at least he could call. It's been a week."A whole week and no contact. Not a single attempt. I felt foolish, and there was cold space in my chest. I kept trying to rub it off to no avail."Maybe he's busy at work." She said."He was busy before but he texted me whenever he tad time." Or so he kept saying. He was always making time for me, I knew. Whenever I asked him, he would always fill me in, some crisis or on the way to a meeting. He even told me in advance when he would be unavailable."I think his ego got bruised a little. I guess after all this time the man really was out to get inside your tight pussy.""OMG! I can't believe you just said that!" I panicked, looking around. Her mouth was out of control. Even in an open space, she didn't mind what she said. No filter at all. She was so open about sex that you would think her parents weren't closed, that
Baby F o r t y - t w o
I woke up to a drilling, coming from outside. This one of the few reasons I hated the city. There was no respect for sleep. Even on weekends, you'd hear honking, crashing, drilling, pounding, you name it. They better fix whatever they were attempting to fix, or I was going to send a very angry letter to the city. Why can't it start after nine in the morning, when the rush hour and everyone else is already at their jobs. I groaned and stood in front of the mirror. At least my skin looked decent, no pimples or, oh wait, there was one right on my left cheek, I could poke it now but if I did it wrong I could anger the thing and double its size. I'll just apply make-up over it and forget about the darn thing. Apparently, today too was going to be bad, I felt like a zombie, even after my first coffee. I dressed like I felt, gray colors and dark shades. Even the girls at work avoided me, no friendly talk, no gossip. All I wanted to do was be done and go back to bed, go back
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