“Is Pam still mad at you?” Ashley asks. We are currently in the office locker area. “She’s still upset with me,” I say, feeling heavy again. “What did you do anyway? Have you done something really bad for her to act like that?” Ashley applies a bold red lipstick. She smacks her lips together as she stares at herself on the compact mirror she’s holding. I let out a deep sigh and don’t utter another word. It has been three days since Devyn left. It’s been four days and Pam is still not talking to me. I haven’t heard from either of the two of them. “It’s normal to get upset about something. But with the two of you, don’t you think that she’s going overboard with her reaction?” She turns away from the mirror just to face me. “I mean, look at you! You look so forlorn and heartbroken!” Yes, maybe I am. It’s not just because Pam has been deliberately ignoring me these past few days. It is also because Devyn is still not returni

  The man’s hold on my arm tightens. I try so hard to jerk my hand away from him. In panic and desperation, I step on the man’s foot. He quickly and finally let go of my arm. I slip from his grip and without any hesitation, run away from him. Fearing that Devyn might have followed me behind, I turn my head and my heart skips a beat to see him and the old man striding toward me. I am standing near the fruit stands when I struggle with the heels of my shoes. Son of a- It’s broken! It breaks when I am so close to the exit. It would have been just a few steps and I would definitely be out. I take one of it and check. It is really broken! “Betsy!” Oh boy! Devyn’s voice is getting closer and closer. I stand straight as if hit by a sudden lightning. Relentless fear and nervousness envelope my entire body. I try to resume walking even with great difficulty just to get away from the two of them. I carry one shoe on my left hand. I

  “Are you really okay?”  This is probably the tenth time Pam has asked me. She isn’t satisfied with my answer earlier that she actually brings her swivel chair closer to mine. “I’m fine,” I insist. She raises her eyebrows. She looks at me unconvincingly. “Are you sure? You shouldn’t have gone to work today.” I grimace and give her a serious look. “For what reason? Because I am brokenhearted?” “Yes! Emotional baggage is a valid excuse,” she says. Her eyes turn menacing. “Do you want me to kick Wills’ ass?” I feel warm inside with her concern. I weakly smile at her. “Stop it already before you convince me. Besides, I’m already here in the office. It’ll be a waste of time and energy to go back to my apartment.” She stares at me for a long time. She let out a deep and tired sigh. “What if he comes here and talk to you? How are you going to avoid him?” “That will not happen,” I say with certainty. “He won’t approa

  “Close your eyes,” Ashley tells Pam. She is expertly putting make up on Pam. “Don’t be so impatient if you want to look good,” Ashley says. She glances my way. “Kindly hand me the brush, Betsy.” I pick up the thick brush from the table and gives it to her. “Thanks!” she says. “Pass me the sponge as well.” “For how long are you planning to stay here?” I ask as I pass the sponge to her. “We’re having a sleep over in here,” Pam is the one who replies. “What? De- Jack and I have an early flight tomorrow!” I exclaim. I can’t entertain them for tonight since I have an early day tomorrow. “You can go and sleep ahead of us,” Ashley says. She is so focused on using the brush on Pam’s cheeks. “How can I sleep when you’re here in my room, doing this make up session?” I retort indignantly. “This is our going away party for you,” Pam murmurs. She currently looks like a statue because of her thick contours.

  Using his expert hands, Devyn completely removes the remaining tiny cloth that I have on my body. My lips when I see him gradually removing his boxers as well. I swallow hard when I finally see him. He kneels down between my legs and resumes his hot trails of kisses down my stomach. I moan so loud when his mouth lands on my most intimate part. I can’t stay still on the bed as the sensations take me higher and higher. Every flick of his tongue makes me reach my peak. Our loud moans shake the entire room. My grip on his hair tightens as he becomes more ruthless. “Devyn, p-please,” I beg, wanting to reach my climax. He seems to get what I am asking for, his tongue flicks deeper as his fingers dig deeper, touching my spot. My jaw clenches and I close my eyes so tight as I finally explode. It is so good that I think I can see stars. I catch my breath for a minute and calm myself down. I look down on him and before I can even process the who