___ Bonsour - good evening parfaite - perfect Pelforth’s Le dîner - Pelforth’s Diner (restaurant’s name)
He sighs and lifts his head. I can see his eyes almost filled with tears, trying to hold back his cry, “Tell me, Avery. Do you really love me? Or do you pity me? Am I even worth your love?” He leans back to the chair, I clench my fist, “What are you talking about babe? Of course, I do. You know that. I am not here just because of pity. I won’t ever do that. You know how I feel for you.” “Then say it, Ava. Say that you love me,” his voice raises enough to catch some of the customers’ and staffs’ attention. “Let’s not do this here, please? I am sorry if I did something wrong. Okay?” I apologize, trying to calm him down. He probably notices so he tones down a little, “No, you did nothing wrong, but you won’t let me do something for you, either. It’s frustrating. I am a man, too, Ava. I can also give you what you want. I want to give you what you want. But you keep on blocking me.” His words strike my heart. Why haven’t I noticed all this time that I made him feel that way? I wa
(Dmitri’s Thoughts)“So, what happened to your little detour, huh?” a little deep but feminine voice is heard from my phone. “What do you want to know? I’m not in the mood,” I hiss while chugging the beer in his hand. “Oh, goodness, Dee. You’ve come all the way there, don’t tell me you didn’t get your girl back? That’s not like you,” the voice teases me in an annoying way.“Shut up! What do you need, huh? Mocking me?” I angrily say. “I am worried about you, idiot! Now tell me, what happened?” the voice gets a little louder. “I lost her. It’s over. I can’t bring her back,” I feel something dripping from my nose and my eyes. I sniff trying to hold it in. But eventually, I cry as I progress with my story. “What the-! Didn’t you tell her? Did you even try to win her over? Apologize, perhaps? Or maybe tell her what you did about the scandal, huh?” the voice continues to interrogate me. But those questions are just as irrelevant as my feelings right now. I let my true feelings out. Th
(Dmitri’s Thoughts)“H-how d-did you?”“W-what… w-why are y-you h-here?” “D-do you n-need a-anything?”These were her spoken questions. I glared at her making my intentions clear. “Ms. Jen Storm, you seemed surprised. Or should I say perplexed? Tensed? Baffled? Scared?” I straightened my before-crossed arms and stepped forward. “Why? Did you do something awful to make you feel like that?” I cornered her. “N-no, of course not, sir. I j-just didn’t expect you to v-visit here, I m-mean, you didn’t know my place, and you didn’t know me,” she stuttered, still going along with her act. I scoffed, “Oh, believe me, Jen Storm, I know you very well. And in fact, I am here to give you a payback,” I took another step that made her step back, bumping on the door behind her.“A p-payback, sir?” she began sweating. “Oh, wait, did I say payback? No, what I meant was back pay. Yes, back pay. That’s because you didn’t get it when you left the company in a rush. Why Jen? Was my benefit not befitti
(Dmitri’s Thoughts)I found myself drinking again in this bar early in the morning. In fact, it’s been months now since I experienced having sleepovers in this very VVIP room where Avery and I once went. The staff on this bar already called me a regular. A few months ago, I couldn’t recall myself visiting any bars, but after Avery left, I always felt like drowning myself in beer and alcohol will somehow alleviate the pain. A few weeks ago, I finally got hold of Jen Storm and was able to get my revenge for what she did to Avery. Did I feel good about it? Well, yes and no.Now, I could feel my phone vibrating over and over on top of this glass table near me. But I couldn’t bring myself to answer my sister’s bickering because my hand and body were so numb to do it. After some time, a familiar figure appeared before my half-awakened eyes. “Dmitri!” and here we go again. I could hear my sister’s high-pitch, annoying voice. “Goodness, Heather, why are you even haunting me in my dreams?
(Avery’s Thoughts) “Nous ne vous laisserons jamais tomber, madame,” I heard Madame Claudia talking to one of our VVIPs. I am currently at the reception area right now, still fantasizing and reminiscing about the wonderful night I had with my boyfriend, I mean, my fiancé. I look at the engagement ring on my left hand. Yes, Jeff, finally popped the question yesterday night. Everything went magical, and for some reason, we got really lucky because the restaurant didn’t let us pay in celebration of our engagement. To be honest, I never imagined myself being married after Seid and I broke up. Well, he was my first and long-time boyfriend, and experiencing such pain at that time made me lose faith in love. I exclaim, “Well, look at me now, I am definitely getting married,” I unconsciously blurt it out. I didn’t even notice my colleague beside me, so she bumps my shoulder and poke me on my side, “Congratulations, Avery dearest,” her French accent is really strong, but I am glad she
(Jeff’s Thoughts)I am happily preparing a meal for my future wife tonight. My uncle, who’s also my boss at the cafe asked me to pamper my woman. And I must admit, I feel like I’m on cloud nine until now. I doubt this feeling would ever disappear. I didn’t expect Avery to say yes to me with just one try. I thought she was going to decline my proposal yesterday night because for some reason, probably she’s not yet ready, or wants to go further on her career, but I was wrong.All this time, I thought I was just a rebound love for someone that she has never once mentioned or talked about ever again. I thought she didn’t like fixing herself because she just doesn’t care about how she looked, or she didn’t want me to invest too much in her because I am just a temporary love for her. But all my doubts melt away when she explained to me the reason why. For almost a year of living together as a couple, she wanted to have a frugal life so she could save up money and buy a property here and l
She groans as I do it, but I wouldn’t be soft now. I hear her whisper, “Take me, now!”Her words and her actions repulse each other, so I must go in the middle. I spread her legs and now have full access to her being. I aggressively suck her clitoris, and every part of it, I play it with my tongue as I reach a spot that makes her moan so loud. “Uh, ah…” her moans suffice my ego.So I continue licking, nibbling, and sucking and biting her clitoris and her whole private part. Then I begin to thrust her with my long tongue, and she begins to groan. “Uh,” her screams get louder. And her hands and legs are fighting me, but I am man enough to prevent her from moving. As I secure her left thigh with my right triceps. I use my two fingers to clip her clitoris before I enter it to her. As she feels the penetration of my long two fingers, she curses, “Fuck! Ahh!” she yells. She looks at me as if asking me to stop, but I avoid her gaze and remain tough. I play my fingers inside her and scr
(Avery’s Thoughts) I wake up feeling the pain in between my legs. “Shit,” I blurt out as I try to turn to the other side. My lower leg muscles cramp, while my vagina still feels soar thanks to Jeff's hard thrusting. Yesterday night was a wild one, and at last, I was able to give myself to Jeff. I slowly pick myself from the bed and try to sit down. When I succeed, I bury my head in between my knees and hug it. I need to comfort myself as I don’t want Jeff to feel guilty for what happened. I was the one who initiated it after all. “Did I enjoy it?” I ask myself. But my answer is far from direct response. “I love him,” I convince myself. My heart belongs to Jeff, that’s for sure. He already captivated me even before the… I stop myself from remembering. But my body, my body seems not myself. I lost control of my body long ago, that’s why I’ve been attending my therapy since we started dating. I did it behind his back. “I just… I just want us to be a normal couple,” I take a deep