In My Desperate Time

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to...”
Looking at dazed Frances Louis on the ground, I apology with a bitter face.
He stands up with a sullen face and his naked body comes towards me.
I blush, but I am more frightened.
I just kicked Frances Louis out of bed, and he won't let me go.
“Let me see who he is and you are in such hurry to answer it!”
Frances Louis steps over me and picks up the phone on the night table.
I really want to cry. I didn't get the phone. How should I know who is calling? The reason why I am anxious to pick it up is that I
am afraid Frances Louis would catch Lawrence Jordan calling me like before.
God bless me. Don’t be Noah Jefferson. Otherwise I am so screwed!
“Steven Song?”
Frances Louis turns to look at me and screws his brows.
Relieved, I snatch the phone from his hand and says, “my boss may have an errand for me.”
I quickly jump out of bed with my phone and run to the balcony.
I may have annoyed Frances Louis, and it would be safer to hide for a while.
“What happened?” I answer the phone.
“Haven't wake up yet? Why take so long?” asks Steven Song.
“Yes.” I look at Frances Louis and say dishonestly.
“There's a luxury show in Paris. I want to take you to the show. Are you going?”
Of course, I want to go, so I say yes.

What a wonderful weekend! I have just come back from Santos, and now I will go to Paris.
“When shall we go?”
“Tonight. We will go there this afternoon. I will buy the ticket right away and pick you up at four in the afternoon.”
Steven Song hangs up the phone. I am about to turn around when I feel something sticking behind me. The hot feel of the touch
makes me almost drop my phone from the window.
“Now would you explain why you kick me?”
Frances Louis turns me over to face him. Due to the height difference, his searing heat hits just on my belly button, making my
legs limp.
He is a little sulky, clearly still angry about what happened just now.
But how can I explain that my kick is just an accident.
“It’s an accident. Do you believe it?” I say fearfully.
“Do you?” He sneers. The meaning of his words could not have been more obvious.
“Master, I really didn't mean to. I am so sorry!” I beg him.
However, Frances Louis is much more ruthless than I thought and doesn’t buy my story at all.
His moves closer to me.
“Apology is not just about speaking. You have to do it.”
He lifts one of my legs, placing it at his waist, and stretches his big thing into my softness.
I shudder and my phone fall to the floor.
He sticks so hard that I have to cling to his body to feel safe.
Frances Louis seems to be really angry, and each stick he wants to torture me to die.
Until afternoon, I am exhausted and he finally lets me go.

“I'll fly later. I'll probably be out of Virginia for a week.” Frances Louis says to me, putting on his bathrobe and heading for the
bathroom.