That weekend, we stayed in bed. At least, most of the time. It just seemed like we couldn't get enough of each other.And Monday arrived a little too early than I wanted it too.Leaving for work wasn't easy but somehow we parted or tried to at least.We texted all day with all the innuendos and lot in the mix. By the time lunch rolled in, Clinton had already came to whisk me away. And that is how I found myself in a hot car-sex session half hour later. I usually avoid such scandalous methods and would rather wait until I'm home but somehow Clinton is very convincing and I'm just too weak willed to actually say no to him more than twice. I totally blame it on our wandering hands. Whenever we're in reach of other, we just can't seem to stop. Ever since that night at his mansion, it seems like a whole new level of intimacy has formed between us.

Next morning waking up was a task in itself.Liza got ready way too early like it was a usual routine for her. She woke me up after she was ready to go and dragged my ass to my car before driving it to my apartment.God bless such friends, I swear.Liza obviously further dragged my ass back into my apartment and ordered me to get freshened up because we needed to eat breakfast as well before heading to the office. I had to groan in protest but all in vain as I know she's stubborn as a wall so I had to oblige. Also, she's been taking a lot of workload on herself. I think it's about time I remedied that aspect of her life. And also get serious about my work. Lord knows, I've been having a vacation for the longest time ever while also being on the job. Weird, right? I know. Somehow, we still manage t

After the everything that happened that night, I tried with every being of my fibre to forget it even though I didn't want to.I wanted to remember the taste of his lips on mine, the tenderness of his touch and kisses, the eagerness, the passion but I shouldn't be doing it.I've the best boyfriend a girl could ask for. And yet here I'm trying to collect the remnants of my best friend's touch that ignited something so deep within me, I never thought I was capable of feeling.Next day at the office was a blur of files and work, work, work. I buried myself into my work like never before, breathing in every detail and giving it all I can until my body screamed at me to stop.By the time it was time to go home, I was already drained out of everything to actually drive back home.I moan in protest as the thought of driving back home enters my mind.Eyes closed, head leaned back on my chai

 JASON'S POV It's been five years.  Five years since I saw her, five years since I heard her laughter, five years since I left for good. She never came back to me.  Not when I left, not now or ever since that fateful evening she was at my apartment; staring off into the space. I could practically see her soul dying on my floor. Clinton's voice booming through my penthouse, loud and raging like a faint noise in the background as my ears ringed with the dead silence of Justine's colorless face. Her face, pale and ashen as if she had seen a ghost. Body paralysed as she stared off into the distance behind me. A few seconds later I realized she's looking at my half naked companion. Katherine or Kaitlyn, I don't remember her name. I just remember the feeling of bliss and that few seconds of euphoria, anything to forget he

She looks beautiful.I don't have to ponder on it much, it's quite obvious. Eyes bright and a matching smile, this confident lady who looks exactly like Justine is someone I don't think I've had the pleasure of meeting.And the fact that I'm already sweating my armpits out, is not helping my situation.Her sudden appearance seems to have taken me by surprise but not her.She was definitely expecting my arrival, guessing from her relaxed demeanor.She's anything like the girl I've always known and yet something different.It's noticeable straight away. This version of Justine is a far cry from the one I knew five years ago.What happened?It is the only question that seems to linger in my head as her unflattering gaze meets mine, not breaking for a second.My hands are clammy by the time I return her smile hesi