What is he doing here right now? It's only 4.20pm, why is he here? Isn't today Monday? He's always home late on Mondays, sometimes he's only home when I'm already sound asleep, so why? "Yeah?" I shout back from my room as I zip my suitcase. Instead of using my business-trip suitcase, I'm using the two biggest one I have, dumping everything I own that can fit into them. If I can fit my bed in it, I'd definitely throw that in too. I don't know when will I be back, or if I'll ever come back, that's why I'm bringing everything. Just in case."You packed everything." He sounds disappointed. I pull the smaller suitcase among the two towards the door, approaching him, "Can you help me with the other one?" He sighs, "Yeah sure." I pull it out, straight to the main entrance. A second later I hear him with my other suitcase. "Nin," he calls me when I'm about to open the door. "Hmm?" I turn around, did I l

It's almost 12 and I'm seriously so sleepy I've been yawning a lot that my jaw starts to hurt. But no, I must be strong. I can NOT sleep before him. I must avoid being unconscious near him as much as I can these six months. The episode of how I lost my virginity can't repeat itself. But he's been sitting there reading that thick document as if he's studying for finals tomorrow. Last time I checked he has like another quarter of the whole thing, I wonder if he's going to finish it tonight because I reaaaaaaaly want to sleeeeeeeeeeeeep.Maybe I'll just lie down a bit, my back hurts from sitting on the bed since the past three hours. "Maaaaamaaaaaa Niiiiiiiinaaaaaaaa," I can hear Kai's calling me in a sing-song mode. Uhh what is he doing here in the middle of the night. "Wake up, Mama Nina," he whispers into my ears then giggles, thinking it's funny to wake people up like this. "Go to sleep Kai.""Wakeeee uuuup, it's mownin!" My eyes open instantly upon hearing the word morning. Sh

"You're going to learn how to say thank you tonight.” He suddenly lands his other knee on the bed, caging me in between them. "I don't force people to have sex with me," he lowers down his body, his face is so near to mine I can feel his breath on my skin, " ‘they' are the one who beg me for sex." All those voices from different women saying please-please-please, yeah. I remember them now. "Tell me, are you going to behave or still be a bratty princess like you've been all week?" The way he asked creeps me out. His voice, his tone, is so gentle I feel like something real bad is about to happen. Calm before the storm."When people give you something, you say thank you," he smells my hair, as his cheek touches my ear. "If you want something, you say please," he drags his nose lazily downward, stopping at my neck, inhaling my scent before humming in satisfaction. He always do this every time he buries his face on the crook of my neck. "And when you promise someone," his face is sud

"Are you forgetting something?" He whispers into my ear, his sweaty body falls on my petite frame making me groan in pain, "You're heavy! Get off me!" "Tettt, wrong answer." He annoyingly hugs me, rubbing sweat all over my naked body. "You're wet, get off me Toff!" I push him with all the energy I have left but he's just laughing, so I switch my strategy and try to escape him instead. I managed to get only half of my body while another half is still stuck under him. "Say it and I'll let you go," he tries again. He is so irritating. And demanding. But there's only one way out and I have to do it because I can't handle the sweat anymore. It's too eww. "Thank you for making me come Toffer my best friend." I say it all in one breath, in a robotic tone. "Aa aa aa," he shakes his head, not agreeing with what I said, "You're missing the important part." I sigh, "Thank you Toffer my best friend for making me come seven times." He lifts his head showing his grinning face, "You're welco

Four months ago after May found out about me losing my precious thirty years worth of virginity to my best friend -yeah I'm leaning towards keeping our friendship at the moment- I told her more details during the lunch we promised to have the following Monday. Fast forward four months later, it's like a ritual for us to have lunch every Monday, though this time we talk about everything, not just focusing on my sex life. May would come in his black SUV with his driver Gunther to pick me up at my office, and we'd go wherever she wishes to have lunch at. Being friends with a heiress is definitely the best since she insists to pay most of the time but I made it another ritual for every first Monday of the month, I'll be the one who'd take the check, no questions asked. So today we're sitting at a pizza place that has a beautiful terrace, because May insisted on enjoying the beginning of Fall in New York. Plus the trench coat she just got from Burberry needs some flaunting, as she claim