He was very angry. He was looking at me like he wants to either rape me or punch my face.
"I can expla- "
He cuts me off.
"You have been a very very bad kitty. You have no idea what I've been through."
His grip on my neck tighten suffocating my food...
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Emara Stone
*Earphones in*
I'm smoking while I'm runnin' on my treadmill But I'm cutting up roses Could it be that I fell for another loser
*Volume up*
Get that cigarette smoke out of my face You've been wasting my time While you're taking what's mine, with the things that you're doing
*Ignores the world*
Baby don't do it... 'Cause you got me in my feelings Talking in my sleep again Drown out all our screaming
*Sings along*
Who's tougher than this bitch Who's free-er than me You wanna make the switch Be my guest baby
*Sounds like a crying dog*
I'm feeling... all my fucking feelings
I open my apartment's door while I wave my hands along with my shoulders with the beat. I start to remove the shirt's buttons seductively as I sing "All my fucking feelings." Though I know I probably look like Phoebe trying to lure Chandler Bing.
I throw the shirt on couch finally detaching it from my skin as it feels burning hot since hotty touched it. I can still feel drunk butterflies colliding in my stomach, I didn't really stop smiling since I left the office. I can't believe I made out with my boss in his cabin.
I look at my phone in case he called and I missed it or he left any messages but I see zero notifications. Maybe he is still in the meeting.
I take a long shower as I perform my private concert in my bathroom infront of the shampoo and shower gel bottles and then clap for myself. Thank you.. Thank you.
I walk out from the bathroom again check for any missed calls or message but there were none. Maybe he is still in the meeting.
I make schezwan noodles along with a salad for the dinner. My heart sinks a little deeper in my chest as I see no notifications again. Now I am starting to freak out as it is already 9'o clock and still I got no word from him. Does he regret? Or I was a fling?
What if he is waiting for my call like I am waiting for his. I decide to call him as I get impatient. I wait for the bell to ring but nothing rang.
'The number you have dialed is currently switched off or unavailable pleas-'
I throw my phone on the bed and squeeze my pillow as I cry silently knowing I am nothing to him. Maybe I was just a short period of wild enjoyment for him.
