Are you going to talk to me again if I tell you I haven't told her?***This morning I woke up to the sound of Pedro's message notification. Last night I asked him if he had told Kim that I was in Missouri. And the answer I got this morning was a relief.I sat on the edge of the bed, stretching. Marco's side of the bed was cold. That meant he'd been up since earlier, and there was no sign of him in the room. The clock still showed eight in the morning. Had Marco left already? Did he leave this early?I finally just decided to go to the bathroom, clean myself up quickly because today I was going to surprise Kim. I can already imagine how cute Kim's slanted eyes will be when she's bulging with surprise and excitement. She would tease me like crazy and bombard me with questions if I told her what brought me to Missouri again.While passing by the window, my eyes accidentally caught something. I immediately approached the glass and looked down. There I saw Marco on his morning run with so
The sun was shining brightly, casting a warm glow on the garden. Mr. Montgomery was tending to his plants with care, his wrinkled hands expertly pruning the leaves. I approached him quietly, not wanting to startle him. He turned around and smiled when he saw me."Good morning," he said, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. "Did you sleep well?"I nodded. "Yes, I did. Thank you for letting me stay here."Mr. Montgomery waved a hand dismissively. "It's no trouble at all. I'm glad you're here. And I have to thank you, too."I raised an eyebrow in confusion. "Thank me? For what?""For convincing my son to stay here for a while," he replied, his eyes twinkling. "He's been so busy with work lately that he hardly has time to stop by."I smiled at the thought of Marco coming here often. It was nice to imagine him taking a break from his busy life and spending time with his father. "I'm glad I could help," I said, feeling a sense of pride.Mr. Montgomery then turned to me and looked
"Marco ... I want to ask you something," I said, my voice soft. The man placed the book he was reading onto the sofa side table.Marco looked at me, his eyes filled with concern. "What is it, darling?"I took a deep breath, trying to figure out how to phrase my question. "Do I look like your mother?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.Marco looked surprised and confused. "Why do you ask?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.I felt my cheeks flush and I looked down. "Your father told me this morning," I said, my voice barely above a whisper."I will answer on one condition that you tell me the truth about why you want me so much, as you said a while ago," he said, his voice full of teasing."Alright," I agreed."My mother was beautiful, but you're more beautiful than her."I felt a warm feeling spread through my chest at his words. But I still wasn't satisfied. "But you said I remind you of your mother," I said, my voi
"Tell me what you imagined back then!"It was an order, and instantly my body stiffened. "I was upset that you didn't kiss me at the party. I touched my lips, wondering if you didn't want to kiss them.""Demonstrate. Continue."From my lips, my hands went down to my breasts, twisting the nipples. I sighed, looking at Marco from the mirror. "Did Marco not want to touch this?" My fingers went down to his waist, rubbing it. "I wanted your hands here." Then I bit my lip, slowly my hand went to the pubic
The sound of the curtains opening followed by the blinding light made my eyes flicker."Rise and shine ...."I groaned, ignoring the voice by turning my back to the light source.The bed I was sleeping on swayed gently, indicating that someone was on it. The blanket I had pulled over my body was now slowly unfurling. Someone pulled it until I felt a touch on my bare arm. "You want to waste the day off I promised you by sleeping?""Do you have a bucket list of things to do today?" I asked, not quite clear due to yawning.He laughed lightly. "Yeah... I do," he said, and I was a hundred percent sure he was talking nonsense.I turned around again, facing him who was also looking at me. "So, what's the first thing we're going to do today, Mr. 'I-Have-a-Plan'?""Take a bath together. Good idea?" He didn't let me answer and immediately lifted me off the bed. "Considering you always wake up when I'm all dressed up."I smacked his chest, he laughed loudly. He walked me to the bathroom, still
"Here we are ...." Marco said as he steered the car towards the park. I looked at him from where I was sitting. He looked back at me, a small smile on his lips."What place is this?" I asked, feeling quite curious.Marco's smile seemed to grow more enthusiastic. "It's my favorite place in the whole world. Want to come in?" he asked as he opened my door.I nodded, infected by his enthusiasm."Come on, then." He extended his hand to me, which I gladly took.I stared at him for quite a while, unconsciously showing him a hesitant face."Wonder what's wrong?" he asked.I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing... it's just that I think the words "your favorite place" and "park" are not something that can be combined."My heart throbbed as he laughed very softly. "Trust me ...."As we walked towards the park, I started to feel my body warm up with excitement. It felt like I was stepping into a different world."Do you like it?" Marco asked, rubbing my hand with his thumb."Yeah... I've never been t
St. Louis, Missouri I'm here now, in what is considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it wasn't for Kim, I wouldn't have bothered to travel so far just to get her this fucking file. Damn her brain for always forgetting things that are important to her and having to involve me as a delivery-girl.I took my cell phone out of my bag, dialed Kim. I hoped she would answer soon so that the incident-that-I-won’t-to-tell wouldn't happen again like last time."Hello, Leanne, are you here?" she said on the second ring."Now quickly tell me where to go?""Get a taxi, I will send you the address." From the tone in which she spoke, I could tell that she was in a hurry for some reason."Pray to your God that I always remember that you are my best friend," I said simply."I'll text you, Leanne." That was the last word before she unilaterally ended the call. Truly a person who understood gratitude.Actually, Kim is not really the type of person who is very annoying. She just gets
After Kim's departure, which was a relief, I decided to wander around for a while. Fortunately, she was in a hurry, so she wouldn't pursue her question. I succeeded in lying by saying that Pedro (our best friend) had hugged me before the flight. At least in her haste, Kim just believed what I said.It seemed like visiting fun places around here couldn't go wrong. I opened Google Map, searched for interesting places around here and found Colombus Square Park. Seven minutes away by car. Okay, not too far either.Kim is calling..."For God's sake, what is it again, Kim?" I said in an unusual tone."I'm sorry, Leanne …. Really, but I wanted to ask you one more favor. The folder I brought was wrong. Please bring—""Where did you put it?" I asked, cutting her off."I'm really sorry, Leanne," she squeaked.I let out a long breath. I was absolutely sure that right now her expression must be that of a child who had just finished standing on the corner of the wall. Coupled with the baby-like co