"Baby, it won't be a nice idea for me to live with you," Dominick said. We are both laying here in his bed. His chest rose and fell normally. While my nose is dug to his armpit. I can't get enough of the smell of it. It is like inviting me to sniff it all day long.
It's been like an hour since we finished having sex. Dominick came in me five times. And as I gaze outside the window, it is already dark. I wonder what time it is.
Dominick doesn't have a wall clock or any source of time. Well, except for his phone and watch. He doesn't want too many decorations and ornaments in his apartel. What he wants is that simple house with decors that he felt he will be needing only.
But the great thing about Dominick is that he is not a cheapskate when it comes to me
"And what time do you think is now, young man," and of course just by the tone of it. You know who it is. None other than my Dad. The biological one. Daddy William. "Time for us to sleep!" I said in an enthusiastic voice while giving them a half shrug. Hoping that everything would subside and would forget as nothing happened. I am here now at our kitchen as usual where we would always do our family forum or whatnot. Felt like this table in our kitchen and our kitchen itself is like our headquarters whenever we will be having important family matters to talk to. "Again," Daddy William took a heavy breath. "What time is it now?" He asked. Mommy Elise just looked at me while she is pressing both of her knuckles. "Time to sleep, I guess...?" I said uncertainly. I know that he is asking me what is the real time but I don't see any object that cou
Morning came and I don't have the strength and endurance to wakeup. Was just here closing my eyes and wandering things how works. The ray of light is touching my face but that's okay. Sun is a great source of vitamin d anyway so, that won't be much of a problem with me. Because my only problem is that how am I gonna supposed to say that I had resigned from the D.K Company that I was interning with? Pretty sure by now at any moment, Mommy Elise will knock on my door. Like it is not my cup of tea to pile lies after lies every now and then. Also, I am not saying that I don't lie and portraying to be a saint.
"I'm sorry, but that's all I can give you," Dean Carl said. "B-But one day is not enough to find a company that would accept an intern like me?" I said. Dean Carl agreed to my request to change my intern company. But yet, here is the consequence. I have to find a company that will accept me within this day, nonetheless, I will be back to my first assigned company or fail this subject. "Morgan, I am not obliged anymore in that matter," he said. Dean Carl then arranged his table that is now surrounded by paper. "B-But--" he cut me off. "Remember that you are the one who requested this to me and in return, does your part. Not everything in here is spoon feed. You need to work also," he said. My eyes then looked at his ceiling. How would I do this? My face frowned. One day won't be enough for sure. I mean, like who would entertain me? I bet I wi
In life, even if how smooth or how rough it sails, there should be one specific day and time wherein you will be alone. For what reason? Well, the reason for it, for me, is that it will be the moment for you to seize your moment. Win or lose, you did your part, a'right? Plus, in each loss or wins, we should always recalibrate our thoughts and should encompass to what our heart is saying. The mind could be pure evil, dark, and cruel but the heart will give you hope, light, and clarity. That is why we are given a heart and a brain. A heart to forgive and a brain to think. And by means of that, we are all capable. We are what we choose and we live what we choose. To cut the long speech, I am currently here at the milk tea shop at Qyvei City. Drinking and sipping my Butterscotch Milk
Night came and my knees are still trembling. That Damon shit is real. He is really threatening me and he does what he says. His mind is unpredictable. He thinks out of the box. His actions were made to scare anyone who disagrees with him. He is a clear manifestation of a demon living on earth. How come does he sleep at night peacefully? How come does he felt contentment as he saw someone suffering? "Dinner is served, everyone. Come down now before the food gets cold," Mom said. I slowly rose from the bed thinking what could he possibly do next to me. I'm not praying that he will do something bad to me but I must admit that I am afraid that he will mean things when he says that he wi
"Keatton we will be going within an hour for now. Get ready and get dressed, darling," Mom said. Little did they know that I have not taken any amount of sleep. "Yes, Mom," I said. As I went to my bathroom, I can't help but to clutch my chest. The water that comes out from the shower is peaking through my bones. It's cold. The coldness of the water makes me want to freeze. We have an hour to prepare before heading to their company. I personally won't like to call it as "our" company because I have never contributed any amount to it. Like, it makes me cringe to call someone mine or part of it wherein I haven't owned it ever since. And as usual, I did my morning routine. Scrubbing my body to remove dirt, shampooing my hair, and bubbling myself with my favorite shower gel. The scent that I am always obsessed with is str
"So, what can you say?" Mom asked. "Never knew that this is such a view to remember," I said. "How could you not show me this for the past twentysomething years?" I joked. Mom laughed. The building is indeed modernized. "Just stay right here for a moment. I will just follow your Dad," she said as she walks away from me. "Yeah sure," I said. The building consists of four floors. And we are currently on the third floor which happens to be the floor which my mom supervised. The fourth floor was for Dad. Everything seemed fine and very call center vibe. I mean, of course! After all, this is a call center company. I love the fact of how my Mom organized this floor very well. The ceiling is painted pure white while the lights are inserted on it. Like the typical bulb or light that we see in a hospital.
"You did enjoy my kiss," he chuckled as he cut off our kisses. "Damn you, Bryan!" I wiped my lips using the back of my palms. Tears rolled down in my face going to cheeks. Bryan's eyes looked at me worriedly "W-Why? What's the matter?" He said. I gave him a punch in the face. Blood swelled from his upper lips. He then touched it and look me in the eyes. "I am getting married and yet you do this to me," I said. Why the fuck did I not contest him? Perhaps I was carried away by my sinful need. "I-I thought we were enjoying the kiss? I never thought that you mean what you say when you told me that you are getting married?" He said. He grimaced as the tips of his lips touched the upper portion of his lips. "Damn, Keatton. You make me want to steal you away from him," he huskily said. "Never thought that you would grow wit