Novel & Cerita Double Happiness Cigarette

LISA May 15th 2018 I sit on the hood of my car, zipping my jacket up and take a long drag from the cigarette that rests between my fingers. I cough, expelling the vile smoke from my lungs. I pull the zip all the way up on my bomber jacket, it's crazy chilly this morning. I attempt to take another puff and flick the smoke to the ground. I've never been a smoker and I doubt I ever will be, it's horrible, disgusting. Wasted thirty-nine dollars!

Han Da saw that and smiled, a mocking smile: - Do you need me to help you? - No need, you alone are enough. While Mac Vu got up from the sofa, Han Da lit a cigarette and took a breath, releasing a puff of smoke that created a real gangster space. - Okay, take it easy, I stay at home and wait for my uncle to come back and continue drinking.

I removed it from his mouth and firmly held it 'til he gave me an answer I'll be satisfied with. “Why here?” He took a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling as if the answers were there. And after what seemed like an eternity, he finally looked at me with a smile on his face and eyes emitting with something that made me feel safe even if I am with a stranger. “I guess I want too much.” He was definitely a riddle. I shook my head with an amused smile on my lips. I finally gave him his cigarette and I lit it with his lighter. “What does that make you feel?” I asked, pertaining to his cigarette.

Once inside, I locked the door behind me and let out a shaky breath. I pulled down the toilet seat cover and sat on it, rummaging through my bag until I found my pack of cigarettes. I pulled one out and placed it between my lips, lighting it with a flick of my lighter. The first drag hit my lungs like a wave but it brought a strange kind of relief. I exhaled slowly, watching the smoke curl and dissipate in the small space. Why did I always resort to this when I was stressed? I knew it wasn’t healthy, but nicotine was my crutch. It worked fast, delivering dopamine straight to my brain—the so-called “happiness hormone.” And right now? Happiness felt like a distant memory.

I didn't like to eat alone. Dragging my cigarette, my mind was in overdrive. I know, I needed to relax. Just enjoy this fling, he already told me no happy ever after. You're good, he's good, this is happening. Just relax, I dragged my cigarette, and slowly puff out my smoke, my body relaxed while I was feeling the warm seaside air.

I asked as a response. “Here you go.” Marlon tossed the pack of cigarettes. I took a stick and tossed the pack of cigarettes back to him. The pack slipped out of his hands. “That’s a terrible toss.” He spat, bending over to pick up the pack of cigarettes. “You’re just a terrible catcher.” I spat. I fished a lighter from my pocket and lit up my cigarette. I took my first puff, and it felt extremely good. This is my first smoke since I got suspended, and I feel great.

He replied with his Thai accent. "Let's just hope we do."I said as I focused on the road, I was already in my business mode. "Where is the weed?" I asked him. "I was not able to get weed so I brought, cigar. La Palina Nicaragua Oscuro Gordo's brand." He said as he brought it out. "My wife won't allow me to smoke around her." I complained to him. "You must cherish her a lot, you can't do without having a puff in a day." He chuckled.

“Besides, I like you too.” He scoffed. “You’re not fucking me.” “I’ve slept with generous number of guys. Atlas isn’t the only one.” I shrugged. “I won’t be able to understand this twisted brain of yours.” “Why, thank you.” I laughed. I took out the cigarette from my pocket and lighten it up. Inhaling the nicotine shit is such a calm to sour mood. “Pass me.” He whispered, his eyes shining at the sight of cigarettes. Inhaling an ample amount, I passed it to him who took it from me gladly.

She ruffled his hair and slid the cigarette stick into his parted lips. "Dunhill cigarettes... nice choice" She whisper as he stared at her in total defeat. What's so special about a hundred billion. He could have more than that from the numerous contracts he had signed. He just wanna bed her, plunge into her tight cute cunt and have the best ride. A hundred billion dollars was nothing. Pulling the cigarettes out of his mouth, he butt the end of the stick to the ashtray and returned back to his work, excitement making him unable to concentrate.

- If you'll excuse me, I'll take this back. *** It was 12 o'clock and it was time for a break... She put her apron and her kepi behind the counter before going out in the back store... - A cigarette? - Joachim, I don't smoke. How many times do I have to tell you... - I'm sorry... I forget sometimes... - It's the nicotine effect, my friend... You're way too young to be addicted to it... - Cigarettes are my second wife... - You mean your third?