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
I was messed up. Really, I was truly messed up. I was on the phone with Sophia the morning before I had to go out on a date with Xavier. I still texted Cameron from time to time. And I couldn’t put my foot down on which direction I should dictate my personal life to be—it felt all over the place. Last night with Kyle, we ended up sitting down over a few drinks and discussed precisely this topic of contention—should there be limits to sexual liberation in an open relationship? I never joined any debate club, but I did sit through Cambridge Union debates multiple times. I even watched their old debates to make sense of things. I remembered that one debate with the infamous porn star Anabel Chong coming to the Union and defending the freedom of sex after she filmed this one project with 251 men within 10 hours, effectively breaking the record that year that that adult movie came out. I was half horrified and fascinated. To be honest, I couldn’t fat
Xavier did invite me to dinner. And we were meant to go to dinner at a small cozy restaurant near his place. We were supposed to do that. But I stopped by his place for a casual talk, and suddenly that dinner was completely forgotten. “Ahh…oh gosh…yes…yes. Just like that…hmm…” I gasped for air and more air when his tongue played with my sensitive part. I couldn’t think of anything else. All I could feel was him. His hand on my breast and his lips stimulated my senses. I was so wet for this man. As soon as I entered the door, we were all over each other. He kissed me as a greeting at first, but those eyes communicated something more, and it was me who grabbed his face and kissed him again. That time was longer and more passionate. I missed the taste of him. Like patrol on fire, our passion erupt
Sienna had not text me back all afternoon. I didn’t mind as much. Well, I thought I didn’t mind, but the thought of what she was doing kept occupying my mind. She hadn’t told me when she was free this week to go for a run, so we hadn’t made anymore arrangement. Maybe, I could remind her of that.I knew way too well that this was a rare second chance to get back with her again. It wasn’t an ideal situation that I would have wanted for us, but still, a slim chance is better than no chance at all. I met Ernie for a walk along the River Thames earlier, and that bothered me more. My little brother called to ask for more money again, so I asked him to meet me in person and explain what was really happening. He must be desperate because this time, he dragged himself out of bed in the early morning to walk and talk with me arou
I followed the address Yvonne sent and stood in front of another wealthy area of London, the beautiful area no other than Mayfair. I chose the afternoon slot and knowing full well I only got four hours with her. That was quite generous, actually. We didn’t hang out that much since college. And I wasn’t sure when I emailed her that she wanted to hang out with me anymore. But maybe she realized something like I did at this age that real friends that you can trust are difficult to find. I pressed the bell and waited. It didn’t take long for the white wooden door to open. Yvonne greeted me with a bright smile. Her signature long red hair was vibrant under the rare afternoon sunlight. “Hello! Long time no see, Sienna! I’ve missed you!” She rushed to hug me, and I smiled at her warmth. Yvonne was alw
I didn’t expect to talk about Joseph to Sienna. He was my past, my presence, and hopefully, my future. It was too difficult to open up talking about this to anyone. People were judgmental, and I didn’t like anyone to step in to talk about my business. But this was Sienna. And she talked about her trouble first. I didn’t expect her to talk about her life to this depth, either. But again, we switched from tea to Chardonnay for quite a while already, and that definitely influenced her speech.First, she talked about her difficulty with her long-distance relationship, then she revealed her girlfriend’s infidelity, then this idea of an open relationship. I understood the concept well and simply nodded through this whole affair. Well, if it worked for her and her relationship, then I guessed it worked. What made me raise my eyebrows was her renewed relationship with Cameron. And what made me drink a whole glass of wine in one gulp without a pro
Yvonne described her relationship with Joseph as an addiction, and I didn’t know if I could use the same word with my feeling about Xavier. As I lay here on his bed and let him pound into me, I didn’t know if I could call it an addiction. I screamed his name over and over. I scratched his back as he was more rough and forceful, and I welcomed every stroke with my legs spread wider. He was different. And sex with him made me forget wanting to have sex with anyone else. Cameron stopped texting for days anyway, and I didn’t even care to text back. My mind kept thinking about Xavier, and it was his bed I had slept on these past nights. We were all over each other, and I couldn’t get enough of him. I found him so desirable with his college hoodie and jeans. And so, every day after work, I came here to his room, stripped nak