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

phone from his hand and says, “my boss

bed with my phone and run to

and it would be safer

happened?” I answer

take

I look at Frances Louis

in Paris. I want to

to go, so I

come back from Santos, and now I will go

“When shall we go?”

afternoon. I will buy the ticket right away and pick you up at four in

to turn around when I feel something sticking behind me. The hot feel of the touch makes me almost drop my phone from the

you explain why you

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

clearly still angry about what happened

how can I explain that my kick

Do you believe it?” I