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?”

to look at me and screws

and says, “my boss may have

jump out of bed with

Frances Louis, and it would be safer to hide

I answer the

wake up yet? Why take so long?” asks Steven

Frances Louis and say

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

to

just come back from Santos, and now

“When shall we go?”

ticket right away and pick you up at four

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

you explain why you kick

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

a little sulky, clearly still angry about

I explain that

an accident. Do you believe it?”