In My Desperate Time

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

Looking at dazed Frances Louis on the ground, I apology with a bitter face.

He stands up with a sullen face and his naked body comes towards me.

I blush, but I am more frightened.

I just kicked Frances Louis out of bed, and he won't let me go.

“Let me see who he is and you are in such hurry to answer it!”

Frances Louis steps over me and picks up the phone on the night table.

I really want to cry. I didn't get the phone. How should I know who is calling? The reason why I am anxious to pick it up is that I am afraid Frances Louis would catch Lawrence Jordan calling me like before.

God bless me. Don’t be Noah Jefferson. Otherwise I am so screwed!

“Steven Song?”

at me and

snatch the phone from his hand and says, “my boss may

with my phone and run to the

have annoyed Frances Louis, and it

I

wake up yet? Why take so long?” asks

look at Frances Louis

in Paris. I want to take you to the show. Are you

I want to

just come back from Santos, and now I will go

“When shall we go?”

We will go there this afternoon. I will buy the ticket right

phone. I am about to turn around when I feel something sticking behind me. The hot feel of the touch makes me almost drop my phone from

you explain why you kick

Due to the height difference, his searing heat hits just

still angry

that my kick is just

Do you believe it?”