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 screws his

I snatch the phone from his hand and says, “my boss may have

bed with

and it would be safer to hide

I answer

Why take so long?” asks

I look at Frances

in Paris. I want to take

want to go, so I say

I have just come back from Santos, and now I will

“When shall we go?”

I will buy the ticket right away and pick you up at

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

explain why

difference, his searing heat hits just

sulky, clearly still angry about what happened

explain that my kick is

Do you believe