All Chapters of The Final Return : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Life is crazy. You don't know what you're doing half the time. And even when you do something right, other people will screw you over. I have been on this earth for twenty-seven years, and I still find new ways to be disappointed. The soft, white, and fluffy fleece blankets are wrapped around me. My eyes flutter as I look around my surroundings. My clothes are scattered all around his room. I silently chuckle when I see his shirt hanging from the ceiling lamp. I have my alarms silenced because I must get out of bed before the guy wakes up. With quite purposeful precision, I get out of bed and pick up my clothes from the ground. I tiptoe around the room and dress up. The guy groans and moves around his bed. I turn my head and stay still. The panic in me spikes as I see him move. If he wakes up, then I'm screwed. I hate having conversations with one-night stands; it is always so awkward. But the panic subdues when he remains in his bed sleeping. Luckily, he seems to be a deep sleeper

I am annoyed at Calvin Gyamfi. Christine has put such a good word of him, and yet he couldn’t come to her birthday party. But I cannot be mad at him. Calvin is a very occupied man, so it's no surprise that he didn't come to Christine's birthday party. But he promised her. When it comes to being there for your siblings, you must know that there is a bond, unlike any friendship. However, that's why I am Christine's best friend. I need to present her with the best gift. Even though it isn't her birthday anymore. I am not an idiot, though. I highly doubt that the CEO of Danial’s Corporation will reply to me without thinking that I'm some liar. And even if he does, it could take months for him to consider coming to Toronto. But, if I can persuade him, then I’m sure that she’ll meet him again. I have a lot of planning ahead of me. But right now, I am comforting a moping Christine. Both of us are sitting on our favourite rotting bench in High Park. We always sit here to talk about stuf

FUUUUUUUUUUUUCCKK!!!!!!!!!! That’s the only word I can describe my mental state after my shift today. I am a mess, and I cannot even ask Christine for help: even though I tell her everything. So, I am pulling out all my straws. I can’t tell my co-workers because I know that they can’t keep a secret. So, there’s only one other person that I can trust. The drive was fast. But it feels too slow for me. Every traffic light I stopped at, every streetlight I went by, and every road I crossed feels like forever. However, none of that matters to me at that moment. Calvin was coming in a few months, and I don’t know how to properly surprise Christine. You may think that a few months is plenty of time, but I hadn't planned anything. And every idea that comes up gets worse and worse. I am going to Johnathan for a second opinion, and hopefully, I can get him to help me organize this surprise. Johnathan Rabinovich is Christine's closest friend. They’ve known each other for over two decades. A

One hour. I had been waiting for A FUCKING HOUR. I told Christine that she had to pick me up, and she said yes. I roll my eyes at how she failed with her end of the deal. Do you remember when I said that I have been on this earth for twenty-seven years, and I still find new ways to be disappointed? Well, this is one of these things. I'm not even sure why I'm surprised. Christine always does this. Yet I can't help but see red. Today was supposed to be different. My disappointment is immeasurable, and my day is ruined. I have spent months trying to make a perfect plan for Calvin's arrival. He and his friend have been in Toronto for about two days now. I remember being happy that everything was finally going to plan this morning. John even got to swap his shift with another coworker. Everything was perfect. However, the only thing that I didn't account for is Christine. You see, Christine tends to be extremely late to different events; this was no exception. I guess Christine to

I grab his hand and leave the club with the Adonis of a man behind me. We are not sober, but I remember that night. Unlike other nights, this is something that I will never forget. I wave for a taxi and I pull the man with me. We decide to go to his hotel. As the driver takes us, I sit on his lap and start heavily making out with him. His velvety tongue in my mouth makes me feel so hot. The driver goes over a speed bump and my head hits the roof. The man breaks the kiss and asks if I’m okay while caressing his head. The genuine concern in his voice is something I have never experienced and I pass it off. The pain is momentary, and he places big hands on my head with gentle care. I bring his face closer to mine and smile. He smiles back and his breath against my face lights something inside of me. “God, you are so fucking hot,” I groan into his mouth. He doesn’t have time to react as I caress his neck and make out with him again. Things get steamy in the car, and I can tell that th