I Was Sitting In The Corner Novels & Stories

He asked. “Just a little,” I said wishing that I could control my blush again. At this rate I felt like I would start to look like I had a sunburn. The hostess came over and seated us in a corner table that was secluded from most of the other patrons. I couldn’t help but wonder if this was on purpose or if Marcus had planned it this way.

Then he turned his head just enough for me to see the corner of that large ear drum again: “But I’m better at everything. What shall we do? Would you like to go back to your room?” The sharp guilt kicked me in the guts. My face blushed, lucky the room was dark enough to hide my shame. The thought of walking alone through the corridor prone to gunshots scared the life out of me. I probably did look like a rabbit caught by headlights in the middle of the dark road. I sat in the corner of velvet sofa. “May I sit here for a moment?” He looked at me closely. His face was crumpled with fatigue. I was hardly able to get up again.

I replied with a smile. As I waited for my order, I scanned the room, taking in my surroundings. A group of friends at the corner were laughing and chatting animatedly, while a couple sat in silence. My gaze then landed on a woman sitting alone at a nearby table. She seemed lost in thought, her coffee cup untouched.

When the hot water was all gone it was time to get out and get this over with. Mika was sitting in the kitchen when I found him. He was at a little square table in the corner of the room, two sides of the table were bench seats, lining the walls and meeting in the room's corner. The other two sides just had regular chairs. It wasn't lost on me that he was in a bench seat, back to the wall. I didn't blame him, if that made him feel safer then so be it. I probably would do the same if I was in a room with a predator higher on the food chain than me.

I was so close to climaxing, any second I was ready to burst. "That's enough." Suddenly another voice erupted from the corner of the room. I could see her silhouette through the shadows, sitting in the corner chair, observing my every move. Her long slender legs poking out of the darkness, just enough to see her glowing skin. "Are you kidding me Aria? Are going soft?" I immediately stopped what I was doing and glanced over, with a scowl on my face.

And moving on with my life. Just like she had. After issuing my buddies an oral invitation to drop by my restaurant soon, regardless of the fact that the reservation book was full six months out,i headed for the bar at the far end corner of the hall, the beer made my throat dey, I need a drink, a cold one at that, the room was crowded, but every nerve in my body was alive. Slowly scanning the room for my quarry, I saw her. Sitting in the corner with maddy her loud, opinionated best friend, as strange a pair today as they were in college.

Combing my hair decently with my fingers I looked at my red face one more time before rushing to my classroom. I sit in the last row in the corner. This was the decision of my class monitor as in her eyes I am not worthy enough to sit in the front row despite the fact I am small in height they still made me sit in the last row because of that I always face difficulty to writing down on my notebook from the board. Especially, in my maths class as our maths teacher solves problems on the board.

I headed towards the counter, scanning for the bartender. But then I stopped on the track. Seated at the corner with a glass of whiskey in one hand and that same smug that annoyed and irritated me so much,was someone I never expected to see here.

I wanted this to end! And by the looks of it, it seemed like it had. Only not how I’d hoped. “Lee?” Ann stepped into the room and turned on the light. I covered my eyes to defend the assault. I’d sat in the darkness for so long, the slight presence of light felt like my eyes were being pricked. She walked to me and crouched down, “Why are you sitting in a corner?” I just stared at her, unwilling to answer. “You know the last time I found you in a corner you were around ten.” She pulled me into her arms and hugged me, “Honey please. Being like this isn’t good for you.”

Third Person POV Giulia was already seated in the corner of the dimly lit bar as I entered. The room reeked of stale beer, and the floor was sticky. Seedy-looking people played pool, eying me as I passed by, tattoos snaking up their muscular arms. “Nice place,” Giulia said sarcastically as I took my seat.