Cameron was in disbelief. I saw the shock on his face as I made my way to a quiet space outside of the restaurant. I wasn’t anticipated going back to see his disappointment again. But our meal hadn’t even arrived yet when all this happened.
I saw hope in his eyes. The hope that we might get back together. I saw it the moment I walked in the door. I saw it, and I heard it. All those compliments were completely out of character, and that was not the Cameron I knew. He was expecting something, and that something was us being ‘us’ again. I was certain of this. Although our conversation was pleasant enough, I would soon need to ensure that we were on the same page regarding this relationship. I was a bit surprised that Kyle was right after all. How did the man know? Or was I so dumb not to realize what Cameron might feel? It was unimaginative and shortsighted of me to think that he might consider our casual hookup to be just that—just ca
New York, USA. The time was 2 PM, and the woman that I was waiting for was one hour late. She was never on time since the moment I could remember. Unless the events are extremely important, like meeting the President or some senator or other billionaires, Ophelia Stewards was never on time, especially not when meeting her own daughter. I knew this well. She had been consistent, and that was why I brought a laptop to work and waited at this small café near Central Park. I flew to New York once a month for business, and I had to meet her. She insisted on that. Despite always being late, my mother was a good company. Ivy league educated, speaking five languages, impeccable manners, stylist beyond words, and inherited massive wealth from my grandfather, a real-estate tycoon, as his favorite daughter. She was a socialite and a savvy businesswoman, and other than being my mother, she was
Palo Alto, USA After seeing my mother that day, that evening, I called to break up with the woman I had slept with. She didn’t take it well; she was crying and making a fuss. She threatened to tell Sienna, but she was silent once I told her that Sienna already knew. Apparently, the woman had this illusion about me leaving Sienna for her. What a pile of rubbish thought. No one could replace Sienna; not at work, not in bed, not in my life. I loved her, and especially with this ‘arrangement’ we had with our relationship, it was heaven ringing in my ears. I didn’t know why she brought into the idea or why she chose this instead of severely punishing me somehow or putting a break on our relationship altogether. She told me that her best friend, Nora was in an open relationship with her boyfriend, and they were happy. So, that was her inspiration. I knew a few friends tha
It was an early morning, 6 AM to be exact. The sun hadn’t even risen, and the cold was all I felt. I came to Jubilee Park a few times a week to just do some contemplation. I had coffee in a travel mug in hand. I wanted to have some time to think about everything that had been going on. Now I had meetings almost all day, every day, and life was moving so fast that I couldn’t comprehend the changes. Cameron was not as angry. He was not as angry as I assumed he would be. It was my fault in assuming wrongly about him—both about thinking he knew about Sophia and that he didn’t want more from me other than something casual or being friends. He asked me out on a date. When I told him I didn’t have much time to spare, he asked to join me on my evening run at Hyde Park after I told him I started to go back to ex
“I thought you didn’t mind that I pick you up at the office,” Cameron complained as soon as I met him at one of the Hyde Park entrances. “I had a second thought. Your office is close to Hyde Park, and it didn’t take me long to travel via tube, so I see that it was faster and more efficient for us to meet here.” I lied. In truth, my second thought was I didn’t want to be too dependent on him. I didn’t want to be that kind of girl that he picked up from work and pampered like a little princess. It felt weird. “It doesn’t take that much time. I finished work earlier than you. I could have picked you up.” He still insisted. “Maybe next time.” It was a small matter, so I cut him off. Cameron was uncharacteristicall
When I got there, Steven was more than a little tipsy. I met him at his favorite club in Soho. I met him at a bar where he was sipping a martini. I could see under the dim light that his face was visibly red. “How many glasses did he have?” I asked the bartender, and he showed me three fingers and went back to work. Oh, Steven, and I knew for a fact that he couldn’t drink that much. He was out after two the last time we hung out. “One Espresso Martini for me, please.” I had a need to be alert enough and intoxicated enough for tonight. Steven recognized that I had arrived and hugged me. He tried to speak over the music to my ears. “He kept asking me for favors and blaming me for not helping him in the meeting today. So, I have enough!” We cheered our glasses for that and drank some more.
I didn’t remember much that night. But I knew for a fact that the cab ride was quick because Xavier said we should go to his place instead of mine, which was probably over half an hour away. He lived closer to Soho, and I enjoyed him speaking something dirty into my ears while we were in the car. He knew his words that made me wet. We ignored the cab driver’s judgmental gaze. It was not like we would meet him again. Life was too short to refrain and be proper on a night like this, a night when everything seemed to exist only in the moments. And I always take that one of Oscar Wild’s quotes seriously, the one he wrote that life is a moment, and one should make it always burn with the hardest flame. I have foregone my sensibility a long time ago with that thought. I barely knew him, and I understood that tonight could end in endless possibilities, but I sen
Xavier gasped as I took him into my mouth. He rested his hand on my head. He didn’t control the rhythm, but the movement of his hand communicated how the action of my tongue influenced him. His breath shortened, and his grip held my head where he wanted. I took him deep inside my mouth, and my tongue twirled on his rod. My small hand could barely get around him, but I didn’t fail to pleasure him with it. His breathing was rasped and urgent. He wanted more and moaned for more. He moaned louder when my tongue did its little movement there. I looked up to see the man in complete surrender—his eyes were closed, and he gripped the bedsheet until his knuckles turned white.Xavier was being more insistent, but as soon as I sensed that, I ceased all action and moved away. And this time, his curse words were explosive. I stood up to my full height, tall enough to see the an
I finished my morning exercise at around 7 AM. Running around Hyde Park was a piece of work. But it was the exercise I direly needed as my schedule was occupied all day wrong. Cynthia will wake up soon. She woke up around 8 AM, and it was my job to buy my princess her morning black coffee. In this one-hour gap, I would take this time to reflect and think about the plan for the day ahead. The weather was too cold for my comfort, but the recent exercise warmed me up. Soon the sun would rise, the night was getting longer this time of the year when we were reaching the end of Autumn, and the morning exercise was getting more difficult as I fought with myself inside my head every morning before getting out of bed. Looking at the schedule on my phone, I had to see Cynthia the whole morning, then a lunch meeting with other investors to decide how we should approach the new startup pitching this a