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?”

Louis turns to look at me and

I snatch the phone from his hand and

quickly jump out of bed with my phone and run

Frances Louis, and it would be

happened?” I answer the

yet? Why take so

I look at Frances Louis and

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

want to go,

I have just come back from Santos, and now

“When shall we go?”

go there this afternoon. I will buy the ticket right away and pick you up at four in

something sticking behind me. The hot feel of the touch makes me almost drop

you explain why

him. Due to the height difference, his searing heat hits just on my belly button, making my legs

little sulky, clearly still angry about what happened

can I explain that

an accident. Do you believe it?” I say