The dinner meeting was successful. At first, I figured the man might be a bit cold to me because of the titbits of gossip I heard from those who have met him before. However, it turned out he was nothing like those stories I was told. The man I had a dinner meeting with is one of the best men I have ever had the pleasure of meeting. I tried calling Jewel thrice, but she didn't answer my call. On one of such, she busied my call. Though I had bad thoughts about it, I decided not to voice things out that much. Could it be because I cancelled our date plans, so I could work? But I called to tell her on time. And not only that, she's supposed to understand that I'm only working for our future. Yet, I know she has every reason to be angry with me. She looked happy when I told her about the date. Cancelling the plans we had was a bit too much. It took all my will not to break the dinner meeting, so I could return home and check on my wife, to see how she was doing, and know why she hasn
The music was blasting when I came into the party. The entire place was crowded with people, but my eyes scanned for Day. He's not in the VIP section, where he usually stays.Baddy isn't here. She was the second person I checked for after Day. However, when I didn't see any of them, I strode over to the bar. The desserts on the table weren't that appealing. I doubt I would have felt the same had Baddy been here with me. She has a way of making me feel good. “Hi,” the bartender smiled at me when he saw me. “What do you want this fine evening?”He's dressed in a blue shirt and black slacks —same with the other waiters. “A glass of water,” I replied, not in the mood to have anything else.He looked shocked by my order, but he didn't voice it. He just smiled before he went over to get the glass I requested for. I tapped my fingers to the beat of the music coming from the speaker. I nodded my head as I glanced around once more. “Here you go.” He placed the glass of water in front of m
“What? How did you know? What happened? Why did you think so?” He motioned towards the waiter, who rushed over to pour more drinks into his cup. “How do you know he was cheating on her?”The way he sounded, made me furrow my brows. I wondered if it was normal for him to sound that interested in my story.“I saw— I meant to say, my friend.” I gulped down the water in my cup and placed it back. The waiter rushed over to fill my cup when he saw it was empty. I didn't say a word as I watched him fill the cup and leave. Day slowly sipped his drink as he watched me. Though he wasn't urging me, I can see from his eyes —which looked so much like Miguel's —that he wanted me to continue.“She went shopping with her friend, and caught her husband having lunch with his ex, whom he claimed he had nothing to do with.”Speaking of what happened earlier made it seem like I'm relieving everything that happened. My heart felt like it was about to break. “Did you ask— I mean, did your friend ask her h
I gently knocked on the door and stood by the side to wait for Star. The moment she came out, she glanced around the place as if she were searching for someone. I waved a palm on her face, “what's wrong? What are you looking for?” I removed the mask from my face. “What of your husband?” She asked, looking a bit guilty. The way she bit her bottom lip, and how fast her eyebrows fluttered, made me raise a brow.“Miguel? Why are you asking of him? Isn't he back?” I folded my arms with a scowl.Could it be that he's still with his ex?“No. I mean, did you see him tonight?” She asked as she continued to look around. “At the ball? Why will he be there?” I yawned, “are you okay?” She blinked, “Hmm. I thought… No, forget it. Let's go inside, it's late.” She took my hand in hers and led me into the house.I didn't question her further, but her questions confused me. Why did she ask about him the moment I returned? Could it be that there is something she's not telling me? I stared at the ba
“If you never regretted getting married to me, you won't treat me like trash, Miguel.” I felt tears prick the side of my eyes, but I sniffed to prevent any from falling. “I don't think you feel anything for me. I'm just a toy for you to play with whenever you are bored. You feel nothing for me. I'm not like your ex who has everything. She's beautiful, mature and sophisticated.” I've always been a naive kid in his eyes, and I will always be one. I doubt he will ever see me as anything else.Had it been his ex that he got married to, I doubt he would have treated her the same way he treated me. I bet he would have adored her instead of putting her through the hell I went through in his hands. “That's not true!” He stared hard at me. “I don't regret ever getting married to you. I was indeed a douche to you when we got married, but that was until I got to know you. You are more beautiful than any other woman out there, Jewel.” His voice shook, and his eyes got darker. I wanted so badl
The look in his eyes was nothing but pure lust. Though his breath was a bit hurried, he rose from the bed with a smile. “That was wonderful, Jewel.”“Let’s say, I learned from the best teacher,” I rose to my feet with a seductive smile on my face – don’t ask, I know it was.His eyes racked through my body, from my head, down to the towel I tightly wrapped around my chest before his mouth curved into a satisfied smirk. He bit his bottom lips, “come here," he motioned with his hands. I did as he asked, but not before removing the towel I tightly tied to my chest. His eyes hungrily stared at my body. The heat in those eyes can’t be mistaken. It was hot, prompting me to gasp at the intensity of his gaze.I climbed on the bed, making certain that his eyes were locked solely on me and on nothing else. It felt so great to be the centre of his desires. Not even his ex can boast of being here with him. I licked my bottom lips as I watched him watch me.It was like a certain play — foreplay ev
Miguel went on a business trip after the night we spent. He has been in Europe —Poland to be precise — for close to a week. We converse on the phone. And every night before he sleeps, he video calls me. Though I still have my doubts about his relationship with his ex, he has not given me any reason to question most of his actions. It has been a week since he left, and he's returning today. He promised to pick me up on his way back, so, I'm at the cafeteria, trying to buy some snacks before I leave the building. He called an hour ago to tell me he had boarded a plane. I don't know how long it will take for him to arrive in the country. However, I kept my phone on the table should in case he calls or sends a text. P and I ordered doughnuts and soft drinks. I was the one who paid because I promised to buy lunch for her weeks ago. Since then, we have not had the chance to eat lunch because she's either having classes or running home to meet her boyfriend. She moved in with him a wee
P was reluctant to follow me, so I had to drag her past the few students who were also having late lunches just like us. One thing I like about this campus is their way of brushing things off. Unlike my high school, no one spared us a glance as I dragged her out of the cafeteria. The moment we were out of earshot, I let go of my hold on her clothes and faced her with a pissed expression on my face. “What is it?” She folded her arms, with a brow raised at me in question. She didn't look too pleased that I dragged her out of the cafeteria —because of her lunch and Mr Matt. I doubt she's as pissed with me for leaving her lunch behind as much as she's infuriated with me for cutting off her conversation with Mr Matt. There is no doubt. She won't ever act on her infatuation with our handsome lecturer. She is just admiring him — nothing else. I glanced around to be certain there were no students around. We are outside the cafeteria, in a place where our voices can't be heard, no matter