“We’re gonna need a bigger house soon!” He says loud enough so I can hear him. He’s getting dressed and I’m in the shower. I quickly finish and I step out. I wipe myself dry and walk out of the bathroom with a towel only wrapped around my hair.
“Why do we need a bigger house? This is just fine.” I say as I walk past him to my dressing table. His eyes are glued to my body. I smile. I put some cream on and pull on a matching bra and panties. He sat on the bed froze; he was still looking at me. “Babe. You’re freaking me out now. You always see me like this, what’s the different between now and last night.” I say in a monotone voice. He snaps out of his trance and walks up to me. Grabbing my bum he pulls me closer to him and kisses me.
“You know what you’re doing to me” he says out of breath before kissing me again “and it’s making me crazy.” He pulled away and continued to get dressed. I laugh before also continuing getting ready.
“So, are you gonna tell me where we’re going?” I ask as we settle into his car. He wanted to drive today. That’s new.
“Nope.” He says smiling and starting the car. “But I know you’ll love it.” He drove off. Thankfully it was the sports car so we were able to breeze past the array of paparazzi outside our house. I was excited. On the way my phone rings. It’s Nicole.
“Yo! Ma bitch. How you doing?” she says.
“I’m not your bitch and you are not a pimp, Nicole.” I reply and we both burst out laughing.
“I thought I’d try out something a little different you know. Like you do every errmm two months perhaps.” She says.
“You sly bitch. How’s work going?” I say completely ignoring her comment.
“I’m good thanks for asking. I’m off today, remember.” She says. “You Forgetful Fanny.” She says completely convinced that ‘forgetful fanny’ is my real middle name. I laugh.
“How many times am I gonna say no to that name, Nicole. Unless you want me to come up with something better for you.”
“That beats all the things you can come up with. Anyways, enough with your true identity. What are you doing today? I’m bored off my arse.”
“The boyfriend?”
“He’s gone off somewhere saying he loves me. Who leaves their hot girlfriend home alone on the day she’s off work. I mean he could be getting some right now but no he’s ‘off somewhere’” she imitates his voice.
“Well, mines taking me somewhe –”
“Wait a minute. You supposed to be working today. WFT?”
“Oh. Errmm, we errmm woke up errmm late. So errmm yeah.” She goes into hysterics. It’s a while before I join in too and James starts to look at me funny.
“Okay okay okay. You’re telling me that you and Mr Hot Smexinton had a bit of late night fun and now you’re too tired to go to work.” She says in a nutshell.
“Pretty much.” I say casually. And we both start laughing again.
“So when I pull off something like what you’re doing now, what do you call me? Or should I say what are my ‘true given names’?” I would always insult her whenever she’d pull off something like this.
“It’s all love, Nicky! I love you and you know I do. So don’t make it seem like I don’t.” I quote myself from when I was drunk at one of our office parties and we are both laughing again, remembering the event clearly.
“Oh you know when to pull that out of the bag.” She says ending our laughing fits. “Anyways, I’m not saying your plans will go wrong but if they do, not that I’m praying for them to just give me a ring.”
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Runaway
RomanceSelina Clarke has been running away ever since she could remember. She ran away from foster homes, foster families, boyfriends e.t.c. Until one day when she get mysteriously fired from her well paid job, she meets a guy who refuses to let her runawa...
