"Hi." I startle the moment I hear that voice just three days after I rejected him at the cafe. I was this close to have that walk of winning-a-scene when his stupid phone suddenly rang that he excused himself to attend an urgent matter. Fuck you, for robbing that moment from me! I turn around only to see him standing tall in front of me. Instead of wearing a full suit, he's only in a dress pants and a white dress shirt. The first two buttons of his shirt were not done as the sleeves were rolled until they stop near his elbow. As usual, it's a tight fitting shirt that makes him look like Clark Kent about to transform to be Superman. "Can I buy you a meal?" He asks when I keep quiet, just staring at him blankly. Okay perhaps not blankly, I'm taking note of how hawt he is right now. FYI I just watched the latest Superman movie last night hence the reference. Drooling on Henry Cavill 🤤"Are you asking me for a date?" I arch an eyebrow as he chuckles. "Sure, if you're willing to." P
It's supposed to be one date.And suddenly I'm getting ready for our uhh wait, let me count first, (yes it has been THAT many) so okay, this should be our twentieth date. I was nervous when we got to our third date, because from the movies that I watched and the romance books that I read, the third date could mean progressing to make-out session. Or even sex. But he was such a gentleman -yes he was even though he's still an asshole at work from Serena's complaints- he didn't do anything. Not even a kiss on our third date; the picnic. Nowadays it’s like I already know what to do on Saturdays; to spend it with him. He would pick me up around 10 in the morning, we’d spend the day together and after dinner, he would send me back home. We finally kissed on the seventh date, after 2 months dating. It was a brief kiss at the end of our date, but enough to make me excited to wait for the next Saturday, where we finally had our first passionate kiss. I don't know if it's good since it's my
"I need to tell you something." I think it's important to let him know about this one thing before we proceed further, before we're too far gone. "Hmmm?" He asks with a flushed face. His lips are glistening with my juice. Honestly if I know he's going to ask me to be his girlfriend tonight I'd dress up beautifully instead of donning this stupid donut pyjamas. And if I know I'm going to lose my virginity tonight I'd at least put on a nice set of lingerie instead of this purple marshmallow-pattern cotton panties and a pink cotton bra. I look like a 15 year old. "I'm a virgin." "Oh?" He looked confused but then sits down in between my wide spread legs. "Oh." It has finally sinked in."So, do you want to stop? I don't mind. Really." He tries to convince me he's okay with it, even with his facial expression. I giggle as I shake my head, "I'm just letting you know, in case you don't want to sleep with a virgin." "Why wouldn't I?" "Aren't you afraid if I'm going to get clingy or som
It's been A year since we first met each other. And I'm back at my aunt's cafe for my summer job. Can't believe I will be attending high school in a couple of months! And yes, I'm still dating Augustine. In fact I've gotten bolder these days that I spend the whole weekend at his place. I've been lying to both my sisters and my besties by using the same old trick; saying that I'm staying at Carrie's while to my besties I keep telling them I have to help my sisters with chores."I had this one customer yesterday," I begin as I sit on the kitchen counter, watch him prepare our lunch, "Oh in case you're wondering why am I talking about her, becauseeee she has the same Baby Dior you bought me last month." He nods as he smiles, so I continue my story, "So, she sat in my zone that's how I managed to get closer to her. When I took her order, wait wait, she has this bitchy resting face when she walked in but when I took her order, oh-my-God! She has the sweetest voice when she speaks up, ask
"Deymmmmm guuuurl!" Carrie and Lydia scream in sync once the shop assistant draws the curtain. I am currently wearing a white wedding gown and blush furiously on this stand while both of them are sipping the expensive champagne, mesmerised at the sight of me in this masterpiece. I have agreed to Augustine's request to have a wedding, but only if we marry in January instead of this year. He took it without hesitation; he was so happy I can't believe I'm the reason of that happiness. Though I've made it clear that nobody can know about this until the wedding day itself, not even our family. But, uhh, Emily excluded. You see, Emily is real quick at connecting the dots. She somehow picked up the bread crumbs trailing all over and forced Carrie to let out the truth. Which eventually made me admit that I am the fiancee of my sister's boss. Our sister's boss. Thank God she's an actress she promised she'd keep it a secret. Though she requested if she can be included for wedding preparati
"I change my mind," he mutters slowly when I'm standing in front of him. He still has this serious facial expression but instead of just staring at me like he's been for the past few minutes, he runs his fingers on my face."Change your mind about what?" I ask, still don't understand what is happening. He rarely comes home like this unless we are in a fight or something. Though we hardly fight, because we love each other too much; those fights are nothing if it meant we are not seeing each other anymore. "About my meeting. I want you now." "Now?" Huh? "Now ‘now’ ?" "Now NOW." He replies as he hooks his hand on my body then carries me towards the bedroom. "But I have flour on my clothes!" I shout as I laugh. "We'll get rid of them anyway," he says in a low tone then throws me on the bed that I bounce twice. "Oh wow? Who's this?" He rarely throws me on the bed unless we spice things up with role play. He doesn't answer but kneels in between my legs after ripping my shirt that a
"I can't believe my son is gonna get married today." Mom wipes the tear drops on the corner of her eyes as she watches me adjusting my tuxedo coat. "You're killing me with the secrecy but it doesn't matter, I am so happy you're not going to die alone, Teen." She dabs the tissue again as I look at her from the reflection of the mirror in front of me. Two days ago I was THIS close to snap at Yvette Tanner. So close.But when she asked me if I'm okay, and called me ‘Baby’, with her soft velvety voice, my heart warmed as my cock stirred.I let it out by fucking her to my heart content. I was so disappointed that she lied to me since the past four years, I even promised myself to calm down and give her a chance to come clean before the wedding, and perhaps forgive her, see if we can continue this relationship with a new page. But she hasn't said anything, even when we're about to marry, in exactly twenty minutes from now. Is she going to keep lying to me? Until when? Forever? But I lov
"HUBBYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE!" Just like the past eight days, she shouts the same thing whenever she's back from wherever she went. It used to be BABYYY I'M HOMEEEEEEEE but she changed it the day after we got married. I haven't told her I know about the lies. I am still giving her the chance to confess, because I guess, I guess I really love her too much that I don't want to face the reality, if she's going to walk away after the confrontation. I've imagined marrying her since years ago, and now that I do I think I'm going to hold onto that Hubby title at least until we're back in New York. Let's just enjoy this honeymoon with the last bit of memories I can put in my mind before everything goes tumbling down. I've thought about playing the game; to pretend I don't know anything at all. But I know myself better, and I refuse to live the rest of my life in hatred and resentment. I've already wasted four years of my life, I'm not going to be an idiot to spend the rest in denial. Though