ログインCharlie“We should order pizza for dinner,” Nortica suggested on our drive home from the office. I hadn't had a chance to talk to her when I returned from the office supply store. The manager of my Brisbane branch called with an emergency, and we spent the afternoon troubleshooting until we resolved the issue. “We bought groceries last night,” I remind her. “Although the thought of having someone else cook an easy meal is very appealing.”I'm easily swayed after the day I've endured. If we can go just one day this week without any of the branches having some sort of system failure or internet outage then I will be happy. She takes her phone out and pulls up the app for the takeaway pizza place near our house. “I'm guessing you'll want a Hawaiian,” she states and I screw my face up in disgust. “Absolutely not,” Does she not know me at all? “Pineapple doesn't belong on pizza.”I swear we’ve had this discussion before. “You might have to get used to it if you're going to Hawaii nex
I’d been staring at my laptop screen for the last twenty minutes, trying to figure out what to write back to this “sister” of mine. Do I unload everything about myself and ask her about her life over a series of messages or do I just jump straight to " let's meet”? I don't know this person so I certainly don't want to scare her off but I also didn't want to waste time, going backwards and forwards with endless messages of things I’d much rather ask in person. I decided to start out simple; we hadn't exchanged identities but I felt that she, at the very least, deserved to know who she was communicating with. I began typing but nothing appeared on the screen. I wait, thinking there could just be a bit of lag since I had just booted my laptop up and it may be running slow. The screen goes black and an error code appears. I hit the power button to turn the laptop off but when I try to start it up again nothing happens. My mind starts to panic, thinking about all the projects I've lost
CharlieMy girlfriend is a hustler. She's able to get me to do whatever she asks with just the simple promise of pleasure. The sex is phenomenal, well worth selling my soul for but having to cook dinner for the devil is the price I'm paying to get the pleasure. Maybe if Francesca weren't such a manipulative bitch then she wouldn't be eating alone. Nortica believes Fran has done a complete turnaround and suddenly become a nicer person, but I'm not convinced. She made my girl feel like shit the first time they met; I'm not as forgiving of that as Nortica is. “Do you know, in the whole time that I've known you Charlie, I don't think you've ever cooked for me before,” Fran quips as we sit down at the dining table with our bowls of risotto. I want to tell her that I had to fight the temptation to poison her food, knowing it would take sex off the menu for myself later. Stay polite, get through this and be rewarded. “I guess the opportunity never came up,” I say as I stab my fork throug
The internet was still out when we got home, and the storm seemed to be intensifying. “Do you think the power will go out?” I asked Charlie when the lights started to flicker. “I hope not, I was going to put through a grocery order for tonight,” he said, wandering over to the fridge where he tapped on the smart screen. “Shit, with the internet down I can't order.”He's acting like this is the only way to get groceries, and that's when it dawns on me that, to him, it probably is. “Have you ever been to the supermarket before?” I ask and stop to think it over. “I can't remember,” he admits, sheepishly, making me laugh. “When I lived at home we had a housekeeper who would take care of the shopping and I've only ever done online ordering since living here or had Anna go get me what I need.”It's little things like this that showcase how different our worlds are. My mother did a huge grocery shop weekly and would drag me along to help. “We are going to the supermarket, right now,” I d
CharlieThe rain came down hard on our drive to work. Gone were the beautiful, clear skies that graced us for Gwen and Angus’s wedding; instead it was forecasted to be storming for the rest of the week. If I had my way, we would have stayed in bed all day, watching the storm roll in over the ocean but Nortica insisted we come into the office. It wasn't that I was trying to blow off work so I could stay home with my girlfriend; it was more to do with avoiding the judgment from my employees. I not only broke her heart, but I ran away and left her here, suffering in misery. I know I don't deserve a second chance from her, and I'm sure my employees would agree. They saw her through the worst of our breakup so I know they're going to have opinions. I just worry that someone may convince Nortica she's making a mistake in taking me back. I was silent on the drive in, trying to play it off like I was concentrating on the road due to the rain but I know she could tell it was more than that
Coming back to Charlie’s house, after being away for the weekend, felt different. Not bad different, though; more that we’d gotten back together on neutral ground, but now I was stepping back into his domain. I didn't know how to navigate our new development. Do I just move my stuff into his bedroom or does he want us to stay in separate rooms? I didn't want to just assume but I was also unsure of how to approach this. “We should unpack,” I suggest, trying to prompt him into telling me what room I will be putting my stuff in. “Nah, that can wait,” he replies, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me into his arms. “I’ve shared you all weekend; now we're home and I have you all to myself.”He called this home but that doesn't mean that he considers it to be my home. “What do you have in mind, Sir?” I ask as my hands explore under his sweater. “I was thinking I'd bend you over the bed and fuck you into Monday,” he teases, sending a bolt of erotic excitement straight to my pussy. “Y







