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

snatch the phone from his hand and says,

of bed with my phone and run

may have annoyed Frances Louis, and it would

I answer

wake up yet? Why take so long?” asks

look at Frances Louis

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

to go, so I

a wonderful weekend! I have just come back from

“When shall we go?”

this afternoon. I will buy the ticket right away and pick you up

sticking behind me. The hot feel of the touch makes me

would you explain why you

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

clearly still angry

explain that my kick is

an accident. Do you believe it?” I say