"Want to know how I felt with the thought of another man's touching what's mine?" His finger edge deeper inside of me, tears dripping down my face, light sobs echo throughout the room.
"I was envious." My fingernails dug into his skin, sobbing agai...
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Dawn Drakos Seattle, Washington. . . .
This isn't how I pictured my evening.
It was late, In the headquarters of my company, nearly everyone went home. I had nearly a week of work ahead of me and I'd only managed to get the design of blueprints for the hotel for only about six floors.
And there were thirty-six floors.
"Bastos," I said under my breath, I couldn't just say no. I'd always had a hard time saying no, and god I'd really wished that habit slipped away once I left college.
My stomach rumbled so loudly, It was heard over the rain hitting the glass windows of the building. An aching pain ran through my left hand, it always starts to hurt when it rained.
I didn't have any snacks at hand and I have no change for the vending machine, the last bit of cash I had with me I gave to a homeless woman. My right hand ached and the pencil in my hand wanted a break as much as I did.
My hands fell on the cold floor, papers scattered across the floor. Hesitating to either call it a night or at least finish five more floors. I could finish it, I had the idea planned out for this, and having the prints ready was something I needed a week to do.
My phone pin, drawing my attention. Ares's name flashed on the screen. Unlocking it, an image popped open. It was a photo of a succulent lemon bougatsa, and just beside it was a wine glass filled with Cabernet Sauvignon, rich red wine.
Ares: this could be yours.
An internal groan slips from, using my favorite greek desert and red wine. Damn him. I knew he was at our favorite dinner right in the heart of Portland. A small dinner owned by a lovely greek woman.
Dawn: Damn you, you know I'm stuck at work.
three dots jumped on the screen, my eyes still stuck on the photo, muffling a groan.
Ares: Aw, too bad too sad. More for me :).
Sometimes, I forget that he is a twenty-seven-year-old man and not a man child he's been pretending to be for the last twenty-seven years of his life.
Dawn: I hope you choke on it, love ya :)
Another three dots jumped on the screen, I nearly put my phone on do not disturb to take my eyes off the very tempting photo.
Ares: How rude, this is why I have some and you don't loser.
Man child, I was tempted to call Ren begging him to drive and get me a slice just to rub it in Ares's face, I didn't bother to text back but that didn't mean Ares wouldn't stop texting me.
Ares: don't ignore me.
Ares: I thought you loved me, *rolling eyes emoji*
