Maybe This Time Novels & Stories

This time, harder than the first time. . . .

Again. Maybe I would open it slightly now. Not now. Not today. But maybe soon.

A message. Or maybe a trap.

Not this early * * *

Maybe it's a good time to discuss things between us. To be continued---

Maybe this one time I am going to trust this man and he won't disappoint. Everyone deserves second chances, right? ***

I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Good,” i muttered. Now, I can continue with the rest of my plan. ~~~~~~~~~Night~~~~~~~ I glanced down at my phone, then lifted my head to look at the building in front of me. This is definitely the address. There is no way there will be mistake. I stared at it for a moment, my brows slowly drawing together. “…It’s a club,” I muttered under my breath. Not just a club, but, a gay club at that. I exhaled softly, still trying to process it.

This time, I don’t break. This time, they will.

Unknown POV I lost track of time while I burned cigarette stick after stick. The once dark sky is now preparing for a new day. I walk slowly away from the window feeling cranky from lack of sleep and stiff from staying in position for too long. It's a new day and I'm really excited about what I planned on doing today, I really hope it goes well. The loud ringing of my phone had me stopped surprised. "isn't it kinda early" "what do you want?" I asked into the phone clearly not in the mood to handle the person on the other end.