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?”

look at

hand and says,

bed with my phone and run to

have annoyed Frances Louis, and it would

I answer

yet? Why take so long?” asks Steven

look at Frances Louis and say

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

to go, so I say

from

“When shall we go?”

go there this afternoon. I will buy the ticket right away and

hangs up the phone. I am about to turn around when I feel something sticking behind me. The hot feel

would you explain why you kick

face him. Due to the height difference, his searing

is a little sulky, clearly still

that my kick is just an

an accident. Do you believe it?”