hasn't even called me or sent me any message at all for the past three days. Can you imagine being in a rel

m here at my office alone catching up on all the requests and demands of our clients. It alway

, the thought brushes my mind. The sound of the coffee machine interrupts me

uld do first," I say. I reach out to each file and check the event's dates one by one. I have four clients for this quarter, "Jodie'

And now, even gender reveal? I won't be surprised if one day people would even celebrate their first menstruati

ckle as I entertain the naughty idea. I slightly slap my face with the pa

ame. I ignore it as I don't want to be interrupted when I am working. The phone continues to ring for quite

engulf myself with Jo

i b i t a r t

in Italy. I personally saw her artwork before she even became famous. Actually, one of her pieces is in my apartment right now. So when I heard a

shes my right shoulder and arm as a man's forearm crosses to my chest. A heavy panting and warm breath give a tingling

. I've always w

my senses. My instinct tells me to kick the chair using my r

in surrender. I see him do so in my peripheral view. My left-hand gr

beautiful rival, Artemis," s

y god Arthur, I thought you

his right arm around his waist, and does his signature gesture with his left hand.

, "You are one mean bitch, Ava!", continuing with

but that doesn't cut to my tas

I abandoned the name Arthur,

Greek goddess, representation of women and childbirth... the personi

tel-pink-dress as I listen to his comedic speech. I burst into

and then he crosses his arms, "Are you

ou never said you're coming home. So, I thought some crazy guy entered my offi

the center table. "Duh," he starts, "It wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, wou

uesday!

And you? Why aren't you with your self-righteou

nce contacted me!" I shrug my shoulder, "Well, except a while ago he

ted about what happened with me a

l it, "Then, let's have a dri

ended up telling him what happened in Pra

hy you're so horny earlier,"

is outrageous remarks, "M

your ears? Because I felt the tension in your body?" he continues to tease me. I spank him on

warm again. Blame my hormone for it, even the disc

ow old are you again? Even Kendra and I have better sex life than you. Why aren't you

even know if we are in a relationship at all. He is always at work. He seldom sends messages. Whenever we meet, it's solel

, and faces my body towards him, "Hold it,

with me?" I look him in t

his lips since he is tall. Unconsciously, I wet my lips and concentrate my gaze on him. But he blatantly rejects the idea, "Don'

d enjoy yourself. Meet people and explore yourself. Explore others!" he

e excitingly and whispers about a site he recently discovered. We both giggle and continu

up hair: in his magnificent navy blue suit and brown shoes. His arms are crossed while breathing heavily. That person, my friend, is my

inks the beer that is left from his can then crashes the beer out