In My Desperate Time

I'm so angry with him that I really don't want to be in the same space with him.

It's getting late now, and the wind is blowing strongly, which makes me feel a little cold.

Frances Louis drives slowly behind me.

I go faster, and he drives faster. I slow down, and he also slows down.

I feel uncomfortable being stared by a pair of eyes.

“Frances Louis, what do you want? Would you stop following me?” I turn to him and ask furiously.

“This is the only way home. Are you sure I'm following you?”

The man shrugs innocently.

His car goes like a turtle and he says that he is not following me?

Never mind. I can’t beat him if he plays rogue.

I can only stop and get in his car.

Frances Louis chuckles. He steps on the gas and it's totally different from the tortoise speed before.

As soon as we get in the house, Frances Louis pins me down on the table and lifts up the hem of my skirt.

“What are you doing?”

by him, looking

rut? Why is he so

so much. I can't sit by.” The man nibbles my shoulder, his voice low

want you?” I ask

condoms. Don’t you want to have sex with

What?

“Just in case…”

Louis swallows my unfinished

ignites my desire and takes off my

want to

see her standing in the doorway with an

Betty, you are

Louis probably also forgets

me stay here so I could make breakfast in the morning?” Betty

contradict her. He points at the bathroom

Frances Louis

smooth my dress in embarrassment, picking up the dropped bag

or he won't

and turns his head to

room. I feel awkward to go in, so I go back to my room. I have