ha'

when the sound of my sister's annoying

for school," she blurted out, barging

tively pulled the blanket tighter around me, tr

t away, exposing me to the unwelcome brightness of the morning. I let out a frust

aid with a hint of fr

, we are fucking late

W

have to drop you off early too" she explained "Get up

from the start of a new week. As I shuffled towards the bathroom, I couldn't help bu

onday blues. Yet, even amid the soothing water, I couldn't shake the underlying feeling of disdain for

y and that's why they forced me to come stay with my sister. Accordi

d job, and married the perfect man or at least she thought he was. While I on the other hand was a stark contrast to her

an impatient dog. She always had this need for everything to be punctual and perfect, as if she

cracks in her personal life. Her failing marriage was a secret she had yet to uncover, she thin

gure emerging from the room. There is Desmond the man who didn't let me sleep on time last night. Our eyes

s if intentionally avoiding my gaze. It was a fleeting moment, but

e Mary a peck on the cheek, the sight of them

solely focused on her phone, tell me why wouldn't

ond asked, when she sc

n as possible, Natasha you ha

washed over me like a tidal wave. It seemed like her dedication to work trumped everythin

s if her entire existence depended on being there. It was hard not to feel a pang of resentment, kno

n a comforting breakfast. And there, amidst the aroma of freshly brewed coffe

and Desmond have a funny relationship, in front of his wife he acts like I

eaned against it, my eyes fixed on Desmond. "He

are late for school also" Desmond

here," I said as traced my fingers dow

Desmond moaned

is belt and brought down his trousers to his kneel level. "

down his boxers, giving me better access to his already hard c

s we heard my sister's voice from the livi