CHOKEHOLD; Trapped By My Ex
Laptop, pen holder, planner, printed mood boards, sticky notes, my purse, files and…a fruit basket.
An actual fruit basket, but problem.
I never had a fruit basket. I didn’t have one on my desk before stepping out earlier, so I shouldn’t come back to one sitting right there.
I moved to it quickly of course, already suspicious. But tell me why upon reaching my desk, my seat, examining the basket carefully, pulling out stuff, fruits. My hands suddenly reached a banana and…
It felt smooth.
Really smooth, but with a little bumpy thing at the head area. It was green, and beautiful. Full. Fresh. Thick.