It's still dark when I woke up. I remember I passed out just after 2 because he put a reminder for when 12 o'clock strikes, Alexa would announce that we've reached the end of our arrangement. Though we didn't stop until he came in me for what should be the final cum. We cleaned up then slept in his bed and that's how I passed out the moment my head hit the pillow; I was so exhausted. So I don't know why the hell am I awake now, it doesn't look like morning yet. Heck, it's winter of course it's still dark. But I don't think it's 6.30 am already since his alarm hasn't blared in our ears. I turn to the man beside me who's doing an orchestra with his wide opened mouth. He sure sleeps funny that I giggle like an idiot in the dark right now. I wonder how his lips taste like. Is it soft like Christian's? Or flaky like Max, my ex? Hard musle-ly lips like Josh? Uhmmm I've had my fair share of lips but I still wonder what his tastes like. Removing the fluffy cat that's separating us, I br
"I'm spending Christmas with Christian this year." I let him know when he's on his way to his room. We haven't talked much since three weeks ago, when the whole kissing thing happened. He's been busy with work, I'be been busy with work too, and we rarely spend the weekend together anymore now that I'm dating Christian. Either I'm out with my boyfriend or I'm staying at his place the entire weekend. I don't think he's avoiding me because he's always busy in December, and I'm also not avoiding him because I really need to finish my work assignments before the holidays since people normally take leaves until the first week of January. So yeah, we're just uhm, busy. "I'm leaving tomorrow." That's when he finally turns around, a little bit surprised. "We're celebrating Christmas in Paris." I let him know since he might be wondering; Christmas is in six days. "Okay," he nods, "Have a good one. Merry Christmas, Nina." And a smile appears on his face, what seemed like a forced one. "I
"You're welcome." I tell him when we're walking to his car for our Saturday dinner at Mum's."For...?" "Sienna." That's when he smiles, "Hihi, thank you." I never thought I'd see a sincere smile from him again. Guess pimping my colleague is all it takes. "Is it a one time thing or you're going to ask her for a date?" But before he even answers I attack him again, "Don't you dare make her a one night stand! She works with me, Toffer! At least take her out to dinner, don't make it too obvious." "Hey I'm not an asshole okay," he counters back, "I do plan to take her out tomorrow evening." "Good for you!" I tap twice on his shoulder as he opens the door for me, "Thank you Toffer my best friend." And that's when both of us freeze. Shit. That came out wrong. He doesn't say anything when he closes the door and goes around the car to get into the driver seat. I too remain silent as to dismiss my stupid mistake when we’re just about to be good again."Christian is coming tonight?" He a
"Never have I ever had sex with the person on my right."Without hesitating, Christian who is sitting next to May takes the glass, gulping it all in one sitting. He finally looks at me once he's done, probably wanting to know my reaction. Good thing I already know about it from May. "Never have I-" he suddenly gets cut when he’s just about to start the next round as May shows her index finger to the audience with a stern voice, "We're not done yet." He frowns at his best friend’s remarks, “I already drink the whole thing.""Somebody else hasn't." I feel like my chest is bursting by how fast my heart beats upon hearing her. I knew it, I knew we should’ve acted our age and never play this teenagers' game. But Sienna was too bored to just eat and chat tonight, so the four of us agreed to her suggestion for the sake of finishing the wine. The six bottles of wine that May brought. "Who?" He looks at us one by one, starting from his right to left; May, Toffer, me, and lastly Sienna."I
It's hard, when someone who you normally see every single day dates the one whom you see five days a week at the office. Have I told you about the explicit details I'd get during the absence of those two days? Urgh, I'm currently listening to it now. Fuck my life for lending my headphone to Fred who urgently needed it for an online meeting since he forgot to bring his. Here we go, LIVE talkshow featuring Jenna and Alice with their forever guest, Sienna Miller. "So you're bringing him tomorrow?" Jenna asks her excitedly."Of course I am." Giggles, giggles. "I'm finally gonna see the real Christopher that seems too good to be true." Oh Jenna, I've lived with that guy for four years now, and has been his best friend for more than a decade, he is definitely NOT who Sienna has been telling you. That man is way funnier than she described, and sweeter when he was with his ex-wife back then. Well, I guess he’ll be as sweet as he was with Lauren once they’re officially boyfriend-girlfri
"Hey," he knocks on my door when I have just arrived home, dropping my heavy work bag on the floor and about to close my bedroom door. I don't really close my door but whenever he has a girlfriend I normally do that. It's too awkward to listen to their flirty conversations from the kitchen or the living area, or simply from his room if they forgot to close the door. You know, too caught up in the moment. "You've had dinner already?" He's standing tall at my door frame, only in a pair of boxer. "Not yet," I unbutton my blouse revealing my bralette. Meh, there's nothing to see. I have two small boobs that is nothing compared to Sienna's. And this batman-patterned cotton panties is so not sexy. Heck, even if I'm naked he wouldn't even bat an eye on me since I'm not his type. "Do you want to join us for dinner?" I knew it. There will always be Sienna in the plan. He even dare to ask me if it's okay to bring her to our Saturday dinner at Mom's. Look, I don't hate her. But unless you
"Have you ever wanted your own kid?" It's not even day one of lockdown and here I am, being caught with his weird question. "Ummmmm why are you asking that? Out of nowhere." I munch my drummet as I watch him with his. We are having dinner together for the first time in uhh, I'm not sure, since last year? Before Thanksgiving?"Because I saw your books. There are so many pregnancy stories in your reading list." "Oh my God,” I gasp, “you're stalking me again! First with Italian Mafia, then you took my virginity. Now my pregnancy book? What? You're gonna make me pregnant now?" That's when both of us stop eating. Oh God, I'm breaking my own rules. But he smiles after a few seconds, "You have Christian for that." "I don't." "You don't? What do you mean?" He puts his chicken, staring at me, wanting to focus on my answer. "We broke up." "What?!" He jumps from his seat and marches towards me, "When? Why? Howww?" I shrug, "Two months ago." "TWO MONTHS AGO?!" He's actually shouting a
"Can you PLEASE put the leftover in a food container instead of putting it on a plate? You're gonna make my fridge smells like food!" Here we go, domestic Toffer is picking on me again for the umpteenth time this week. We've only gone through the lockdown six days but it feels like I've been stuck with him for a month already! "It's a fridge, it's SUPPOSED to smell like food! What? You want it to smell like feet instead? I can put this then," with that I hastily take off the sock from my right foot and dangle it in his face. "I mean it Nina, fucking put the leftover in a food container." His warning should send shivers to my bones but that only happened four days ago. I'm used to them nowadays. "And don't keep anything that you don't even want to eat. The trash can is there for a reason." "So you can shove yourself into it?" I reply nonchalantly as I put my sock back to my foot. *** "Can you PLEASE take out your clothes from the dryer?" Urgh here we go again. "Your clothes ha