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The entire Sunday was fun knowing Margo and Phillip were not at the house so we had the freedom to fool around.If there's anything I'm grateful of, is his perfect size because if he were too big, I'd be too sore to have this much sex.By the time Monday morning comes, we've already done it at least in six separate occasions. His terrace, the swimming pool, the kitchen, the stairs-Yeah the stairs, because it's too far to get to the bedroom so we settled at the stairs.But today's my first day of work, so we can't be doing those anymore. Right after I've got my dose of morning ride, I go to my bedroom to get ready."Good morning, Miss Elle." Phillip greets me before opening the backseat door of the white Maybach.

"Good morning," I greet him at the pool once I set my stuffs on my sun-lounger."Morning." He replies briefly then floats to the middle, so I sit and apply the sunblock while watching him does another lap."Did you have breakfast yet?" He asks once he climbs up from the pool.I watched the whole Despicable Me series last night so by the time I finished the last one, it was already seven in the morning. I slept for a few hours until I woke up just half an hour ago, thinking it's better to hit the pool straightaway instead of taking a shower since I'll be going there after my swim anyway."Not yet.""I cooked pancakes this morning, left some at the kitchen for you. But I can cook an early lunch if you don't want it."

"Are you sure about this?" Instead of answering me he just grins while taking a full view of my appearance. One week before everything is over, he suddenly thinks it's a wise decision to bring me to a wedding as his plus one. It's not just a wedding but a weekend wedding, complete with the rehearsal dinner, church ceremony, and the reception, two hours away from the city. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met," he leans down and kisses me briefly, "I'm the luckiest man alive." "Because you get to fuck me?" "Mhmmm." "Well then you're not the luckiest, there are a few more before you." His face changes abruptly, but I haven't finished yet, "Perhaps another few after." I put a grin of my own, though my heart hurts from my own comment. It's been a few days I've been sabotaging us. No, I wouldn't call it that way because I'm just stating the truth. There will be more after him, at least two for the two semesters I'm gonna take next year. "You know what they say," he puts on a ha

We return to the city early since I didn't apply for a leave from work that Monday. He sends me straight to the office and for the first time in two months, I don't dread going to work for not having anything to do. Because that means I have plenty of time to think about it.Evie applied for a leave today so I really am on my own. I spent my lunch time at the nearby park, just watching people while having my sandwich.When I see young, good looking couple walk by, I itch to say yes. Yes to being with him. Yes to have someone who'd love me and want to be with me other than because of a contract. Yes to having a boyfriend.But when I go back to the office and sit in a meeting with an iron lady, I'm all about chasing the bright future, climbing the career ladder without any hassle or obstacles namely a boyfriend or a p

Have you ever wished something to go wrong so you won't have to do whatever you need to do, something you don't want to do? Like I wish there's some mix up with the contract that instead of 12 weeks, it says 21 weeks. Or the dates, instead of '17th of July to 17th of October, with the possibility of extension to 17th of January', the words between 'October' to '17th of' miraculously disappear leaving me no option but to stay until January. Or I haven't been so diligent with my pills that I missed one or two, miraculously planting a seed in me so I have to extend my existence in his life, until the end of it. Gosh there're so many things going through my mind of how much I want things to fuck up just so I can go back to him, because I really, really miss him. From having him with me every single day to a total disappearance like this, everything seems so wrong, so out of place. Worst of all, every single thing I do or see reminds me of him.