Novel & Cerita Six Times A Day

“I’m not throwing a tantrum. I made it clear before. Everyone takes care of their own mess.” “They’re only ten!” Julian frowned at her. His eyes were cold and full of reproach. “They’re ten, not three! They can take care of themselves.” She remembered her past life. Before she went to the nursing home, she woke up before dawn every day. The three men in the Zane family all wanted different breakfasts. Making everything took at least an hour. She handled all the chores. The house was always clean, tidy, and in order. And what did she get in return?

She thought angrily. “But Luna, you have to eat at least three times a day for the herbs to work well in your body.” Grace said. Ivorie face palmed. This illness was changing the routine of her life. Now it was a must for her to eat at least three times a day. She released a deep breath before telling Grace to bring her dinner. It would be best for her to do as she was told so the pains and aches could disappear as soon as possible. After taking about five bites of her meal, she pushed it aside. She then decided to sleep early.

“If it’s only been good, I need to up my game.” More warmth filled my cheeks as I tilted my forehead to his shirt. He lifted my chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Just say the word, Mia. We’ll up it to three, four, five times a day. We’re going to need to work out a morning and night schedule.” He shrugged. “Maybe during the night, too, but I think it’s doable.” Ignoring his comments—because I was beginning to realize his jest was often only a cover for his truth—I changed the subject. “I’m smiling because we’re going home.”

“Because you lack basic knowledge even toddlers know.” “Ah.” I tuck the books under my arm. “Is this all?” “Not even close. Meet me at the training spot every morning at 3 a.m.—three hours before class. On weekends, we train twice a day, five hours each session.” She’s already scribbling something on a notepad. “What’s your diet like?” “My diet? I don’t… really have one. I eat whatever’s at the cafeteria or—”

'Sometimes the most productive thing that you can do is sleep,' I always abide by this quote which I once founded in Google and was so impressed that I wrote it down on a chart paper with red and black marker and pasted it on the display board in my room. For someone like me who needs almost ten to eleven hours of sleep, the idea of getting up at six in the morning after going to bed at two is almost like capital punishment and today being Sunday makes the situation doubly dreadful.

And I just realized that it was already 6 in the morning! “A new day has started. You’ve got less than 24 hours to decide.”

I sigh. “Counter offer. Four times a day. When I wake up, and then once every four hours. You’ll know the time based on what time I wake up. And Aaron can message on my behalf if I’m working.” I offer. It does sound a bit annoying, but messaging the guy I’m seeing a few times a day doesn’t seem that weird, besides if it makes him feel better I don’t mind. As long as he doesn’t try to limit my actions I can tolerate it. Besides, based on what Megan and Darrien have told me, if I help him feel secure he should back off a little eventually.

That Saturday was the day we fixed for the date. Saturday morning. I woke up when my alarm rang by 6 am. My veins stretched and bones creaked as I stretched myself on the bed. The alarm was still ringing and it kept quiet after a while, the moment I hit the dancing, big, red button on it.

June still remembers the incident over and over again until she fell asleep that night. June thought she had just fallen asleep, but her alarm had gone off, waking her up to get ready for the office. Weary, June reached over to the nightstand to turn off the alarm. She thought there was something wrong with the alarm, it couldn't be morning already. However, when June opened her eyes, it turned out to be half past six in the morning. The sun was still peeking sheepishly, but it was already time to wake up for June. She had to eat breakfast, shower, get ready, so she could arrive before seven in the morning at the office.

Jerry had cum four times since arriving at six PM, four hours ago, and he was feeling the effects of so much fucking. "I don't know how you do it, Scott. I feel fucked raw." "I've learned to pace myself," I said. "I only orgasmed three times in the same space you did four. The first few days when everything was new, I was more like you. I probably would have only gone twice more if you weren't here pushing my slaves to new heights. Three or four times a day is what I shoot for now. Once in the morning and two or three more times at night."