ately straddled at our favorite locale in the kitchen, reminiscing about how horrible the week has been. I know I had said that my monthly cycle weeks are disastrous on

from taking Angel to and from school. He wakes up early to prepare her and drops her off at school, and then he proceeds to his work. In the evening, he sends the chauffeur to pick her up from school and take her

uch, but then I guess this is how someone feels when they discover that they have stu

ued in my lane and reported the issue to him. But what did I do instead? I decided to play the smart guy. I knew how susceptible he was regarding matters about Angel, but still, I cho

t month to make our first payment. I don't want to visualize what will ensue if we don't get the money to make that payment. My family might become homeless, and I can't bear that. Getting another job will be

ips that spoke to me with so much resentment and abhorrence the same day evening! I can

, like it occurred this morning, and I am finding it arduous to not flush it out of my mind. I so freshly recall the feeling of his touch and the sweet ta

meant for me or why I permitted it? All I know is that it felt sweet, it felt... so beautiful, it felt surreal, and I savor

his warm breath caress my nostrils. I want to feel myself melt in his hands and taste his lips once again. I want to explore his mouth a

ike talking, especially to annoying unknown persons, I reject the call and sip my already cold coffee. Yuck! It's so horribly

silent mode. My head is already full as it is; I will call back whoe

l relieved. I wasn't even cognizant that I was anxious all the while, because they were not y

yesterday and the day before. Certainly, Adrian does not want to see my suffocating face. The thought of how disgruntled he is with me changed the flavor of coffee

ith my eyes closed to the healing. I need someone to whisper to me that things wil

heavens, but as if my prayers touched the hearts of the heave

f the kitchen, my entire being almost

DY

ht of Monday. That cursed night, he yelled at me with so much bitterness. Since the

g himself on a stool next to me an

n? I mean, after relieving me of my main duty in this h

want to add salt to the injury once more, and besides, I deserve this. Instea

?" He asks after eyeing me

on the spot. I can feel my body start reciting the déjà vu due to his touch, but I instruc

into my orbs. I may be right or wrong, but I have a sense that he is not that mad at me. He is not t

e,

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