WHEN DESIRE IS WRONG

Sasha Jones Morales “Tell me Cadwell, why do decrepit rich men like to be called Daddy ? Don’t you find that disgusting?” I hear him sigh on the other end of the line, it's borderline if I don't see him rolling his eyes. "What?? It's true, no?? They are fathers or grandfathers, they are children who call them that, it’s weird and disturbing.” “Sasha if you don’t hurry you’ll be late again. “It’s okay, I’m coming, give me five minutes, I took the shortcut.” I find myself behind an old lady who is walking at one kilometer an hour on a very narrow sidewalk. This is the shortcut I have to take if I want to get to work on time. Impossible to pass in front of him since this sidewalk is at the side of the road, so I risk being hit by a car. I am so young and well preserved it would be a great loss on the other hand for her…. “Can you hurry up?” “Be nice Sasha” my best friend lectured me. I had completely forgotten that he was on the other end of the phone. I roll my eyes and switch

Sasha Jones Morales I don't know why I asked him his first name. Now he might think I'm interested in him. The worst part is, he hasn't answered me yet. “Let me guess, " he then said, "You are a kind of little rich rebel who refuses to mingle with the world of her peers, but who still enjoys the advantage of her world.” “Yes, how did you guess? Are you a clairvoyant or something like that? But bravo, you read my soul, I respond sarcastically.” He laughs lightly and I take a sip of my drink. “Am I wrong ?” “Completely.” He locks his tablet and places his elbow on the counter, turning slightly towards me. I'm a little unsettled so I play with the pick of my glass. “In my turn, you are a little bud born with a golden spoon in your mouth and whose destiny is all mapped out, aren't you?” He doesn't answer so I raise my head and just from his expression I guess I've hit the nail on the head. “So I managed to analyze yourself in thirty seconds and I'm a better seductress than you.

Sasha Jones MoralesHe stands there, clearly uncomfortable, admiring the decor of my apartment until he notices me staring at him.“How we meet again…” He says with a touch of sarcasm to start the discussion.“Explain to me why I shouldn’t attack you with my heels?” I responded coldly.He huffs before sitting down on the couch. He finally takes off his celebrity glasses." I made a mistake."“You cheated on your fiancée!” I start screaming, unable to keep my cool. “And she had to be my best friend.”“She never told me about you.”“It wouldn’t have changed absolutely anything!”I spit, hallucinating at his attempt to make excuses.“Why cheat on Ella? The only person at Ella's level grace and class it's Jackie Kennedy! Or Lady Diana.. Or…”“It’s okay, I think I understand, Sasha”I stop talking, it's the first time he says my name.- "What ?"- “I hate when you say my first name”He nods and an awkward silence settles in the room.He chuckles lightly and the atmosphere automatically cal

Damon Westwood After placing our order and picking it, we were in my car enjoying our meal. “It’s been a long time since I ate here, I let go after finishing my hamburger.” “I eat there at least once a week. I’m a real addict, replies the brunette before licking the tip of her thumb.” "Once a week ?" I repeat, hallucinated. “Wow.” “Wow what?” she bounced with a raised eyebrow. “My body takes it very well.” "I do not doubt it." “You can’t doubt it, you saw it for yourself.”I raise my eyebrows and she shrugs her shoulders, looking at me. Yeah she's still pretty drunk I think. There is a little silence and I suck down my coke using my straw. “Tell me Mickey, I've been trying to understand for a while how you, she lifts a chicken wing and I understand that it's my representation, and Ella, she lifts another chicken wing,had could put you together.”I sigh before readjusting my position in my seat. “His father was promoted to general manager of tex

Sasha Jones Morales He did not come. I didn't even want him to come at first and he didn't come. What asshole? Who does he think he is, canceling appointments without warning! What was I thinking anyway? That he would rush to my door like a love-starved teenager? “He’s really a big coward.” I blurt out while rolling a joint. I need to relax. When I'm in such an angry state, there are only two things that can calm me down. Sex or a joint. The best is when it's both but you can't have everything in life. I finish rolling and I sit in my balcony, I ended up putting on a nightie wearing a silk nightgown realizing that Damon really stood me up and he wasn't going to come. I smoke while looking at the starry sky. I already feel a little better. I check my phone quickly, responding briefly to a few messages. Sam has a mission for me, I'll take care of it tomorrow for now I just want to relax. I now feel so soft and that makes me smile. The advantage of being an occasional consu