Novel & Cerita Pillow Chats

I pull up the chat stream, take a deep breath, and log in as the clock ticks midnight. My heart is pounding as I turn on the webcam with a coy smile. I absently comb my fingers through my hair as I watch the chat members arrive one by one. They log in, drop a little tip and a greeting, and I respond with the usual flirtations. For a few minutes, it’s just the usual suspects and me. My hope is sinking. Maybe last night was just a fluke. But then I hear another notification and my eyes light up with joy. Deep Pockets has logged in. Tonight, he wastes no time. He drops a hundred dollars and sends a message.

Quickly doing a victory jump, I scrolled through his messages. There weren't many messages. It was very evident that most of the chats were deleted on purpose. The most recent chat caught my attention. It said "Tonight?" And Daniel has replied back "yes"

' Cecelia sent a celebratory emoji. 'Cece, can we really freeload here?' Lillian asked curiously. 'Of course! The sucker already paid the deposit.' 'Cece, you're amazing!' 'I love this group name.' 'Wow, we should've met sooner.' Isabel texted and followed with a "wish we'd known each other earlier" GIF. 'From now on, we'll be one big happy family!' Leonard chimed in as well. I stared at those glaring lines of text, forcing down the nausea churning in my stomach, and quickly pulled out my phone to record the entire chat history.

It’s covered in hickeys, my hickeys. “What do you mean ‘pillow talk’?” He flops on the bed, giving me his back again. “All that stuff you said before,” he says, voice muffled by his pillows. Literal pillow talking. “Don’t worry, I won’t take them seriously. I know they’re just words.”

The most they did was exchange greetings. She pulled out her phone and tapped on a WhatsApp chat with her roommates. It was quiet in the group chat. Paige scrolled through the chat history and found the last message to be delivered the previous morning. They had dinner last night. After dinner, Paige and Chris left for home while her roommates went with Tanya. There had not been any new messages since. Did something happen to her roommates? The girls would typically chat and gossip in their group chat daily. Paige was worried.

and Alex feels like Patrick is mocking him. “Out of that whole list, you only saw the pillowcases?” Patrick said, catching his nose bridge. Alex must be stupid. “ Anyway, if you ever convince her to accept you, I suggest you change your bed linens. This woman really loves those silky pillows. I swear, every time she visits us, she always has one of those pillows in her arms." “Ok, ok..I get it!” Alex said and started to analyze the list. “Seedlip Spice 94” he said laughing. “I like that drink too” and he can’t stop himself from smiling. “Chocolate?” and he raised his head.

I passed Polly in the hallway. She was pushing a handcart piled with ten or so boxes, arms trembling. Seeing me, she stopped and lowered her head to let me pass. "Distribution going okay?" I asked. "…So-so," her voice hoarse. I nodded and walked on. After a few steps, I glanced back. She was still there, hands on the cart, shoulders slumped. The snowlight outside cast pale shadows on her face—white, almost bloodless. The next day, my assistant mentioned casually while dropping off documents, "Mr. Bassett… the employees secretly created a group chat. They call it the 'Cherry Victims Alliance.'"