Old Days Break Free [ON HOLD]

10

Who Lied to Whom?

Lorraine's POV

"Why? Out of all scenarios. Why sex scene? I must be going insane." I muttered in frustration as I walked through the hallway of my company building.

My heels echoed with every step, matching the persistent rhythm of my thoughts.

For the past few nights, I’ve been plagued by sex imagination about Jezreel.

It’s baffling. Every night, without fail, she’s there. I don’t understand it.

During the day, it’s Athena who occupies my mind.

She’s the one I consciously think about, the one I tell myself I care for.

Yet, when I close my eyes, Jezreel sneaks into my subconscious like an unwelcome guest.

"Maybe it’s because it’s been nearly four years since I last had sex," I reasoned, shaking my head in disbelief.

But that didn’t explain why it was Jezreel.

Why her, of all people?

I couldn’t stop the nagging questions that followed me wherever I went.

It wasn’t as if I’d been obsessing over her in my waking hours.

And yet, there she was, always lingering in my dreams.

"Why Jezreel?" I asked myself again as I pressed the button for the elevator.

The silver doors reflected my troubled expression.

"It’s because she was the first. She was the one who took my virginity, the only person I’ve ever been intimate with. Maybe I just miss the sensation—the feeling of being wanted, of having someone appreciate my body." I sighed, trying to make sense of it all, but nothing about this situation felt logical.

It was all emotions and memories tangled up in a knot I couldn’t unravel.

"Maybe…" I trailed off, my voice filled with uncertainty.

"Ugh! This is driving me crazy!" I clenched my fists, swinging a mock punch through the air.

My frustration was palpable, radiating off me in waves.

I was so tangled in my thoughts that I didn't even realize the elevator had stopped.

"Ma’am, are you okay?" A soft voice cut through my haze.

I jumped slightly, turning to see one of the janitresses standing behind me, a concerned look on her face.

She was petite, barely reaching my shoulder.

I hadn’t even noticed her there, too lost in the whirlpool of my own mind.

"O-okay lang," I stammered, embarrassed. How long had she been standing there?

I’d been talking to myself like a madwoman, and now that I was aware of her presence, shame crept up my spine.

I could feel my cheeks heat up as I quickly tried to compose myself.