Fuck. That was ... that was ... that was .... Fuck.What we do just now was ... wow.I ... I have had a lot of experiences—I told you I wasn't a liar, nor am I a coward who couldn't admit he likes casual sex, but, in the scale from one to ten, the sex we had was eleven. Man!We're both still laying on the couch, chest heaving from the sexercise—yes, that's a word, my word. Clothes littered the floor around this fucking big ass sofa. Now I know why these rich people liked to buy the kind of luxury. It's comfortable. It's spacious. It's useful.If you get my drift.Oh, man. I have to get one after I sign my contract. Fuck, yes!"So." We said it simultaneously. I look to my left, to the woman who gave me the best sexperience—what? That's a word. You know, mine. She is trying to hide her nakedness with her arm and hand.I chuckle at her failed attempt of modesty.She giggles at her own silliness. She then uses those hands to hid her face. I don't know what she is trying to do, hiding fro

What do I have to tell my brother? It seems unlikely to confess to Adrian that I forgot our family tradition because of a man. A special one to me, but still … a man. “Ng … I …,” I stutter, “I … I had … something that day,” I stupidly and weakly lie to him.Silence.He knows I’m lying. Of course he knows.“I … I … I forgot.”Another few beats of silence.Another exhale. Shit. He probably has an idea of what—or who—was the thing I had that day. No, he absolutely knows. What the heck am I gonna do? Anxiety courses through my vein. What will he do? Adrian exhales one more time. Maybe he’s trying to calm himself. “Fine,” he says at last. “I’ll be back in the city on Friday. You’d better be home on Sunday, you hear me?” He uses his big brother voice, commanding and terrifying as fuck. It’s making me more nervous. He rarely used it. I quickly promise, “I will.”“Call mom anytime soon. You didn’t hear the sadness in her voice, Bug.”Adrian’s weakness is the women in his life, his family.

I try to hold the tremble in my voice. “Mama—” “Yeah, OUR mother is so fucking devastated her baby girl couldn’t keep her fucking promise, again. And make that double because so is dad now,” he cuts my words, and my feeling. I bite my trembling lips.“And for what, huh?” Adrian continues. “For some popstar wanna be who left after he got what he wanted?”Ouch. That stings, because everything is, right now. “Wh-what are y-you talking a-about?” In the middle of this … devastation, I still have to protect my boyfriend’s virtue in front of him. Or, at least, trying to. He chuckles bitterly. “Don’t play dumb, Bryanna. I have my suspicion. And what I just saw confirmed it.” I can’t help but feeling a little hurt when he keeps calling me with my name. I feel like I no longer his bugging little sister he loved so much. Ad takes a step closer to me and leans down. “I saw he left the building, Bryanna. He was lucky we didn’t cross path or I will fucking strangle that piece of shit!” He sp

I spent the night tossing and turning. All of the negative emotions kept my eyes wide open. Sadness, anger, hurt, and guilt. So much guilt. Then, with the over bearing guilt came shame. I am ashamed of what I did to mom. I am ashamed of what I said to Adrian.I slept like shit. It's no rocket science to figure out my mood is wrecked in the morning.Fuck, I don't want to come to work like this.Actually, I don't want to do anything today. I want to .... I text Remi to inform her I won't be coming in to the office and ask her to forward any important emails to my personal account. I also text another person but he didn't reply. Maybe he's busy at the studio already. Okay, then. Surprise visit it is. So, on the hunt of some distraction, in the search of a good way to forget, I head to the only place I could get it. After putting on a plausible amount of make up to hide the shame and its tracks—as known as the purple bag under my eyes, I walk out of my apartment a little after twelve.

I've been sitting on my ass for the past hour in front of Bry's apartemen door before the elevator opens and out she walks. So gracefully. So enchanting. So beautiful.My girl. The love of my life. The only girl I give my heart to.Damn, she's a sight to sore eyes. With only denim short shorts, t-shirt, and sneakers, she could turn all the heads her way. She easily holds my eyes for these past years.And, honestly, it's not always about the look, the body, or the money with her. She got this ... aura that drawn people closer. I like to chalk it out on her inner beauty.Yeah, my girl is a rare gem in this fucked up world and I even more fucked up to let her slipped through my fingers.And for the first time since I saw her, I realize she wasn't wearing her power suit; the outfit she wore to the office. Why is she not wearing them? Didn't she go to the office today? If not, what did she do?Then another thing clicked.It's Sunday, you idiot.The blinding smile that was on her face when s