Kiss and tell

Note: I am not against it, but I want to state for information – this story is NOT LGBTQ story ;)   My dreamy eyes stared into the steam, shaking its translucent body into the air under my nose, as my hot chocolate filled my nostrils with the sweet scent of cocoa. I wrapped my fingers around my mug and went to plop on my sofa with my laptop in front of me, enjoying the warmth and the cozy feeling of being at my home. The memories of his touch and his moves, hungry for more of me, were still keeping my red-colored lips lifted at the edges. He was a cook, and I doubted that I would ever forget the food he prepared for us tonight. It was past midnight and the time to post my new photo in my blog and watch as my fans bombard me with their comments. I would never get tired of it. I was having the time of my life and getting paid for it. No one knew my real name is Amy and no one got a clear photo of how I looked, so I could k

Swallowing my tears before they could roll, I took a deep breath in and out to prepare myself for talking with the annoying man, who almost hit me with his car. I was near the stairs on the right side of the front door and needed to reach the fifth floor where my friends were surely losing their patience, waiting for me.Glancing around, I was pleased that no one in this giant shiny and perfectly clean building, heard the rich guy calling me. Everyone seemed busy browsing the overpriced clothes, sparkling jewelries and pastries nearby. A line had formed for the elevators and under the Cinema sign. The air seemed deprived of oxygen, as fancy as this glass-walls building was. Instead, a mix of a number of  perfumes was offered to my nostrils.I licked my dry lips, remember

In the next two hours, I had to tell a few more lies when it was my turn to talk about something. I could not have them finding out who I was. Also, it was funny for me to be another person, to be a teen with a totally different life, just chilling with friends.I had some good friends and played a lot with the girl next door to my grandparents. Sadly, because of my constant moving, I couldn’t keep any of them. My good looks helped me find the attention of the boys and I dated a lot in high school.I was no saint and I knew what a guy would like. After my parents died, I was a rebel outside my grandparents’ house and a caring grandchild when at home. I hid within me the battle between the wild and the polite girl, until I got robbed from every piece of family I had. After being the closest person to the person in the coffin at four funerals, I left

Before every date, I did research the person I was challenged to go out with. This time, what I found online brought me more than information. It also gave me relief as I found out why was the rich guy talking on TV the previous night. Apparently, he was big on donations and health care. I replayed a video from the interview he gave. He promised to get many personal helpers for people who can’t afford it. The salaries of those workers would be paid by Jason Carson himself. It was actually very generous of him to help both those in need of care and many jobless people. I tilted my head to one side, inspecting his facial features, as I hit the pause button on his video. He looked like he belonged on the screen with his deep blue irises, staring into my soul. His image could convince anyone in his cause, and I was sure a number of ladies were going to fight for

I was startled by a knock on the fancy wood I was leaning on. When I opened my eyes, I watched Jason retreat to his desk like I was dreaming. I took a few deep breaths while his back was towards me. Then I ironed my green skirt and vest to hide how weak I felt under his attention. He hadn’t even kiss me! Taking his place on his office chair, his lips were slightly lifted at the corners when he spoke in a cool voice “Come in!” The cute brunette who led me to the office popped her head inside. She looked straight at her boss, ignoring everyone and everything and doing only what she came here for. She was so professional, but somehow I hated her right now. “I am so sorry to bother you, Mr. Carson. Mr. William Carson called. He was wondering why you are not answ