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?”

turns to look at me and screws

from his hand and says, “my boss may have

with my phone and run to the

Louis, and it

happened?” I answer the

take so long?” asks

look at Frances Louis and say

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

want to go, so I

weekend! I have just come back from Santos, and now I will go to

“When shall we go?”

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

Song hangs up the 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

you explain

Louis turns me over to face him. Due to the height difference, his searing

is a little sulky, clearly still angry about what happened just

how can I explain that my kick is

accident. Do you believe it?”