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part 1

We reached the near end of the toilet before I stopped, surprisingly, y/n didn’t say much, she didn’t say anything at all, in fact. She just followed without questioning.

“Well, we’re here now, what do you want to say?” y/n said, breaking the silence and awkward tension that had enveloped us.

I opened my mouth, preparing to say all the things I’ve been practising every day in front of the mirror, in hopes that when I find her, I’ll tell her.

I hate you, how could you just leave me, how dare you come back, why did you leave me, what happened to us, where did we go wrong

So many questions, but so little courage.

I licked my dry lips, still thinking of something to say when suddenly, y/n’s phone rang.

She apologized as she took her phone out from her bag and pressed the answer button.

I don’t know whether she had deliberately showed me, or my eyes were just too godly and mighty, but I saw the caller ID and it wrote ‘Baby’.

I clenched my fist and willed myself not to cry, I won’t, not again.

She took a couple of minutes on the call, all the while not looking at me. I waited while I tried to calm myself down, counting to ten mentally in my head, clenching and unclenching my fists.

After a while, the call ended and she looked at me sheepishly.

“Who was that?” I forced the words out of my mouth as calmly as I could but y/n still felt the harsh tone beneath it and flinched a tiny bit.

“My…my boyfriend,” she replied quietly, looking down.

I didn’t know whether it was because of my drunken state of mind, or I had just wanted to do it, but using my left index, i lifted her chin up, forcing her eyes to look directly into my bleary ones, I couldn’t see her clearly, but I just somehow knew that she was starting to tear up.

“Why are you crying? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to…I just w— ”

I didn’t finish my sentence because y/n had closed them with a touch of her lips.

She started to move back but I quickly wrapped my arms against her tiny, lean waist and pressed further into the kiss, while leaning towards the wall behind me. It wasn’t rushed or anything, no one was fighting for dominance, it was more…lustful, like we were both pouring our feelings in deepening the kiss.

It went on for a couple of moments before we both broke free to catch our breaths. I was panting a little, due to the light headedness of the alcohol and well, the kiss.

y/n looked in my eyes, a glim of light shining brightly in her eyes, I thought she was smiling with happiness, but seeing her perfect, plump lips quiver slightly, I knew that she was hating herself for kissing me, and that she was scared what would happen next.

“Hey, look, i-it’s okay,” I stuttered a bit, lack of ability to speak when you drank too much I suppose.

I stumbled as I tried to get a grip on her but she backed away, trying to hide from me.

“I’m sorry! It wasn’t s-suppose to happen! I…You…We…” y/n said out rushed, engulfed in panic.

“It’s fine.”

A voice boomed out beside us.

We looked towards the source of the sound and y/n’s eyes widened.

From the way the man carried himself, with anger and hurt in his eyes and y/n almost starting to cry, I knew in an instant that this man was y/n’s boyfriend.

My stomach did somersaults as my body filled with guilt, I did this, I’m going to ruin their relationship, what the fuck have I done?

———

“y/n, the boss wants to see you,” Alex, a co-worker of mine said to me nonchalantly, leaning on my office door.

I looked up from my work and to him, sighing. Nodding a thanks to him, I stood up from my desk and walked to Luke Hemming’s office, an office away from mine.

I tapped on his door and entered after a faint “come in” was heard inside.

I stepped in and asked with zero interest in my voice, “What do you want?” and adding another two words that he always nagged me about after a long pause, “Mr Hemmings.”

He beamed with happiness from his black, leathered seat, a much more expensive version of mine, “y/n! My favorite secretary!”

I told him that he only had one secretary, and that was me.

He grinned even more and I wondered the same question I wondered the day I got this job, how the hell did he become my boss?

He looked down for a second and looked up at me, all seriousness replacing his cheerful side in a spilt second and I got taken backed a bit, surprised by how fast his mood changed.

“I need you to help me with something,” he said, voice turning deep and husky.

Weirded out by his sudden behavior, I quizzed an eyebrow at him and replied, “Okay?” but it came out more like a question to him.

“Please, only you can do it and have it done so well,” he pleaded me, gripping the edge of his table slightly.

“Sure, I guess,” I answered.

I mean, I can’t say ‘no’ to my boss’s request, now can I?

“Come here,” he gestured with his fingers and I walked towards him.

“Not close enough, I need you to see something,” he shook his head and gestured to get closer.

I did and was becoming weirded out and even more curious by the second, what the hell is happening?

I walked over his desk and stood behind him, asking whether it was close enough.

He nodded, totally absent-mindedly and spun around in his chair.

“I need help with this,” he pointed at his legs and looked at me dead serious in the eye.

I furrowed my eyebrow and looked down at the direction his hands were pointing and tilted my head ever so slightly to right, not seeing anything wrong with it.

I opened my mouth to question and clamped it shut as I realized what the fuck he meant and widened my eyes in shock, looking up and staring at him.

No fucking way.

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firstly, i apologise for the lack of posts on my account,

i’ve had a lot of things going on out of my lil cool ass blog & i’m having mid-years atm so i wanted concentrate on it even tho i’m certain i’ll fail. to make it up,

i’ll try to post two stories !! [ the same one tho HAHA just diff parts bc its quite long ]

enjoy 😁

sentence prompt: please be here when i wake up.

!! It wont be used here bc i noticed the story was getting a lil bit too long so i decided to make a part 2 !!

She’s here.

She’s actually here.

Not from my imagination, not from hallucinating.

I almost walked up to her and hugged the life out of her, but I didn’t.

Does she even remember me? I mean, it has been about two years since we last spoke.

Does she still remember the memories we shared? The moments? My favorite one was the kiss in the rain, our first kiss.

Well, not my first kiss but my first kiss that I shared with her. It was drizzling at first, I hadn’t want to go out but she sure as hell did. I remembered her laughing, Come on, Cal! It’ll be fun, I promise!“

We went, and it was then when I could no longer hold myself back from kissing her. She was just so beautiful, so perfect, like a gift from God himself.

I remembered two days before our fall out she had said,"I’ll love you forever, Cal. Forever and ever. We’ll even get married, I promise.”

Does she still feel the same? I hope so, I really, truly, fucking do.

She turned her head and it was as if the world around me stopped moving. She’s still beautiful, but even more now, if that was possible.

Her eyes caught mine and widened in shock, like I was the last person she’ll ever see in this bar, in this place, in this universe.

I gave a small smile, even though I just want to break free and kiss her pretty face.

She gave me an awkward smile back and nodded at me before returning to her previous conversation with her friends that I’ve never seen before and kept stealing glances at me every now and then.

Every time she had glanced here, I tried to keep her staring at me and tried to communicate with my eyes to her, we did that a lot in the past, like when guys were hitting her up (before we dated), she would give me eye signals, saying, Hey! Help me, now! and I would understand her perfectly clear.

I took in a couple of breathes and exhaled, I’m going to have to need a lot of courage. I drank a couple, maybe five?, shots before my vision become blur and my head felt dizzy.

I walked towards her with a sense of purpose; to win her back.

“— so yea, that was pissing and — ” One of her friends were talking before her eyes landed on me.

She immediately changed her posture from leaning against the wall to pushing her boobs together, making them more visible and standing in a way that her legs were also more visible.

I gave her a chuckle and said, “Sorry, but I’m kind of already occupied with one chick. Do you mind if I steal her for awhile?” before grabbing y/n by the waist and walked away with a very shocked y/n in my arms without waiting for the girl’s response.