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?”

at

hand and says, “my boss may have an errand

quickly jump out of bed with my phone and run

and it would be safer

happened?” I answer the

wake up yet? Why take so long?”

at Frances Louis and say

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

to go, so

just come back from Santos, and now I

“When shall we go?”

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

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

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

is a little sulky, clearly still angry about

that my kick is just an

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