In My Desperate Time

I don’t want to go head to head with Frances Louis, but there is nothing I could do. I have to walk past him to get to work.
He has seen me and I can’t pretend not seeing him, I can only say hi.
“What a coincidence! President Louis.”
Before I finish my sentence, I am dragged by him into the car.
Frances Louis slams the door shut, and for a moment the atmosphere inside is eerily quiet.
The low pressure makes me breathless.
Looking at Frances Louis, I notice that his face is sullen, too, and that his eyes are as deep as ink. I don’t know what he is
thinking.
I try to open the door, but it is locked.
“President Louis, I have to go to work, would you please...”
Frances Louis turns and asks me with his eye half-opened.
“Who is that guy?”
I know he is asking about Noah Jefferson.
He is my patron and I am not surprised to know that he doesn’t allow me to keep company with any other man.
“My high school classmate. We are just having lunch.” I say to him lamely.
Although what I say is true, why I still feel a little bit nervous?
This man's face grows darker. Frances Louis sneers and looks at me sideways, “Classmate? I heard everything he said that day
outside The Cloud Heaven. It was his coat you came back in that night. Now you are having lunch together and seeing each
other again, do you think I'll believe you're just classmates?”
I am surprised because I have never heard Frances Louis say so much words at once.
I guess I must have annoyed him. Men are more possessive than I thought.

“I liked him when I was in high school, and that’s the past, do you have any problem?” I say to Frances Louis with some
annoyance.
Anyway, I am just his mistress, and he has my body. Does he also want to have my heart?
I think my idea is ridiculous. Is it possible that a person like Frances Louis will be trapped by love?
“Jane Noyes, do you think that man will still like you when he finds out what you are doing now? You must know how
embarrassed you would be then.”
Frances Louis’s words stab into my heart like a sword.
He isn’t talking about my divorce. He is talking about the fact that I am now his mistress, the most despised “profession”. In the
mind of Noah Jefferson, maybe I am still the simple, proud girl, but life has quietly changed me.
I am not good for him, never.
The truth makes my heart pain.
“I know. I will pay attention to my words and deed.”
I say unhappily and unlock the door. Before I could step out, my body is pulled back by Frances Louis fiercely.
His arbitrary and angry kisses rush on me like rains.
He kisses me so hard and his teeth keep gnawing at my lip as if he wants to unleash his fury. I want to escape, but he holds me
closer, I can only let his kiss devour me like the strong wind and rain.
He loses me after a long time.
The area of the lip is painful and numb. I guess my lip may have been swollen.
“This is your punishment for sneaking out to work behind my back.”
Frances Louis opens the door and demands me to get off.
Damn him!

I stomp and curse, the go upstairs gloomily.
Steven Song is sitting in his office, enjoying the coolness of air conditioner and playing his phone. He glances at me, smiles and
says, “Did you meet Frances Louis?”