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
I looked out into the gloomy gray London sky. It rained a little, as always. I thought back to that night with Xavier, a stranger. He gave me his number, but I hadn’t called him back. My phone just lay there on the table, and I considered texting him, but what should I say? How can I text a man after a night like that? Let’s have breakfast together again? Oh, breakfast. That man made an amazing breakfast the other morning. He was a complete gentleman from the start until I closed his apartment door and went back to my place to get changed for work. Every muscle in my lower body was still sore. It was something to be expected after that sort of heavy exercise. Should I text him now or wait for a few more days?I didn’t want to be that needy girl, and it had been only a couple of days after that night. And he mentioned that he w
“So, you got yourself a new booty call boy,” Kyle said with a clear sign of boredom in his voice. It was a mixture of disdain for my expected shenanigan and brotherly concern. He was once again dressed in a perfect three-piece suit. I always thought that he wore grey well. Kyle had always had impeccable taste. I still remember visiting his dorm room and finding an additional closet full of suits—arranged by colors. We didn’t interfere much with our love life or sex life for that matter. He respected my privacy and vice versa. And anything I told him was kept in secrecy. I trusted him more than I trusted the bank. I told him everything. And he was brutally honest in everything he told me. And this time should be no different…“Well, it was just a one-night stand…” I trailed off.“For now… I bet you have plans to meet again. With that description, you just told me. I believe an