I didn’t imagine going to bed with a man to be a déjà vu, but when that man was the same one I went to bed with times and again for years, I suppose a déjà vu was rather expected. We rushed into a cab and arrived at Cameron’s place.       I felt a sense of excitement as he quickly unzipped my dress as soon as we entered the door. The front door barely closed when my dress swiftly fell to the ground. I smiled triumphantly in my black underwear as I lit a cigarette. I observed as Cameron’s eyes turned dangerously carnal. He stared at me like a caged lion waiting to be set free. His right hand reached for his shirt buttons and unbuttoned them one by one until he was chest bare.       Seeing his skin and unrestrained muscles in the dimly lit corridor stirred up a strange emotion in my stomach, the need to be fulfille

 I had to see Sienna this evening. The thought filled me with joy. Finally, she was back in London. She was back to me. It had been years, and the idea of seeing her again filled me with joy. I could barely keep my cool, but I did hide it well—at least I thought I did. She was even more beautiful than I remembered. Sienna was gorgeous on that Friday night party at Cynthia’s and more so at our dinner, and even more stunning still when she huskily said my name as we made love—if I could call it that. I wanted to believe it was more than just rough mating as a result of too much alcohol. I wanted to believe that it was more than simply that—for her. Because for me, our time together meant so much. I hoped she could give me another chance. We ended our relationship years ago because of distance, and if she chose to stay in Britain, we might probably still be together. I could be the one that made her happy. And since she was back, I could ask her for

New York, USA.          The time was 2 PM, and the woman that I was waiting for was one hour late. She was never on time since the moment I could remember. Unless the events are extremely important, like meeting the President or some senator or other billionaires, Ophelia Stewards was never on time, especially not when meeting her own daughter. I knew this well. She had been consistent, and that was why I brought a laptop to work and waited at this small café near Central Park. I flew to New York once a month for business, and I had to meet her. She insisted on that. Despite always being late, my mother was a good company. Ivy league educated, speaking five languages, impeccable manners, stylist beyond words, and inherited massive wealth from my grandfather, a real-estate tycoon, as his favorite daughter. She was a socialite and a savvy businesswoman, and other than being my mother, she was

         It was an early morning, 6 AM to be exact. The sun hadn’t even risen, and the cold was all I felt. I came to Jubilee Park a few times a week to just do some contemplation. I had coffee in a travel mug in hand. I wanted to have some time to think about everything that had been going on. Now I had meetings almost all day, every day, and life was moving so fast that I couldn’t comprehend the changes.       Cameron was not as angry. He was not as angry as I assumed he would be. It was my fault in assuming wrongly about him—both about thinking he knew about Sophia and that he didn’t want more from me other than something casual or being friends.       He asked me out on a date. When I told him I didn’t have much time to spare, he asked to join me on my evening run at Hyde Park after I told him I started to go back to ex

When I got there, Steven was more than a little tipsy. I met him at his favorite club in Soho. I met him at a bar where he was sipping a martini. I could see under the dim light that his face was visibly red.       “How many glasses did he have?” I asked the bartender, and he showed me three fingers and went back to work. Oh, Steven, and I knew for a fact that he couldn’t drink that much. He was out after two the last time we hung out.       “One Espresso Martini for me, please.” I had a need to be alert enough and intoxicated enough for tonight. Steven recognized that I had arrived and hugged me. He tried to speak over the music to my ears.       “He kept asking me for favors and blaming me for not helping him in the meeting today. So, I have enough!” We cheered our glasses for that and drank some more.