70 : "Wrong Move"

70 : "Wrong Move"

Wrong Move

70

G A G E

I hit the doorbell continuously that I think I just break it, as I nervously kept glancing at my watch. It's already one in the morning but who cares about how late it is? I began to knock too but no one's responding to it.

"Fuck." I cussed. "Open up." I knock again.

I quickly pulled my head up as soon as I see the door swinging open and she looks at me in shock but I know that I woke her up.

"Gage?" She asks me.

"Hey." I greeted. "Did I wake you?"

"You didn't." She answers.

She gazes at a clock, probably, hanging inside her living room. "It's late, what are you doing here?"

I sigh, "I need a drink or two."

"And.... You're here because?" She asks, fixing her silky pink night gown, showing off her beautiful long legs by that skimpy panty-like silky shorts.

I try to smile. "Looking for someone to drink with me."

She laughs softly. "And you really had to come here inside my condo. How'd you know I was here?" She arches her eyebrow.

"because I hear