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 me and

phone from his hand and says, “my boss may have an errand

quickly jump out of bed with my

and it

I

take

look at Frances Louis and say

show in Paris. I want to take you to

want to go, so

back from Santos, and now I will go

“When shall we go?”

ticket right away and

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 phone

you explain

turns me over to face him. Due to the height difference, his searing heat hits just on

little sulky, clearly still angry

I explain that my kick is just an

you believe it?”