Novel & Cerita Boring

I signed as I thought of ways to take my mind off this overwhelming news. *** " please remind me why I'm at the bookstore with you again for the hundredth time this week? " Chris whined as he followed me as I scanned the bookshelves while sliding my fingers on the spines of the book. I needed to get my mind off that letter I received so I went next door and begged Chris for a ride here but I could tell he was growing restless and strangely enough, so was I. "You know what?" I asked slowly while still sliding my fingers on the books

So annoying. ***

It’s the way we seek closure. I’m surprised by the number of apps on Aunt Kim’s phone. She seems to really be a fan of playing games like Candy Crush. She has a F******k and I*******m page as well, and along with following me and Louisa, the only other people she follows are horse or animal accounts.

I let out a breath I hadn’t realised I was holding, my mind still spinning from everything that had just unfolded. *** The rest of the day dragged on, each hour blending into the next as I aimlessly scrolled through my phone in bed. At some point, boredom led me to the living room, where I flipped through endless TV channels, barely paying attention to anything playing. Frustration bubbled inside me as I stared at my unanswered messages. I had tried texting Bash, hoping he’d come around again, but the silence on his end made it clear—he was either busy or just not interested. Either way, the boredom was unbearable.

The passing beaches made my mouth slightly askew at it beauty, "Is it alright if I head up to the beach tomorrow? Get a nice day out?" Triston barely paid me any attention, "Sure. Sure." He waved me off, as I faced him. Triston was a good looking man, his blonde hair combed back in a way that complemented his facial structure. He was focused on his work, his sapphire eyes scanning lines of an email that was probably important. I remember when I had important tasks- things that needed my attention that I would ignore him for. Now, I had none of that- just my silly garden-

“Tell me, because I’m very confused. I’d honestly love to hear what the hell you’re thinking directly from you, instead of second-hand through my wife.” “Do you really? Do you want to know all about my life, and how I’m bored out of my mind at work? How the thought of coming up with the next tagline for some p**n star’s latex vagina makes me want to scream? I will forever be grateful for Maisie for hooking me up with this job, but I’m seriously over the sex business and all its so-called glory. I just want a regular life.” “Running a one-percenter club in the heart of Portland,” he ground out.

I drum my nails on the desk again. The steady click clack keeps me from going insane, or maybe it ushers me along. Either way analyzing marketing reports has to be one of the most boring jobs on the planet. Why hasn't someone invented a computer to do this for humans yet?

I replied with confidence but only just to provoke him. "Oooh, you're still as bold as ever even when you're left with only the bones and no flesh." He said, leaning back on his desk. He took a lusty look at me from head to toe, biting his mouth. It was as if he already undressed me but with his eyes. Even when you loose a game, just make sure to dress like the winner, as confident and sexy as ever, only then you can get in the nerves of your opponent, and that was exactly what I did.

"Is the media team ready? I don't have all day for this 'candid' theater." ​"Ready, sir," Monica said, her voice tight. She signaled to me. "Hannah, get the profile shot. Make sure he looks approachable." ​Approachable. It was a lie. How do you make a shark look like a savior? ​I moved the camera, my eyes "lingering" just a second too long as I adjusted the focus. I saw the way he tapped his foot—an impatient, rhythmic habit I’d never seen on the island. He looked bored by the very empire he was built to lead.