Preface

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17 missed calls
9 messages

I run my thumb to tap open the call notification. I actually have already guessed the name that will appear the next second I tap notification bar, but I keep it in mind and try not to assume anything.

Masher 19/01/2016 9:31 PM
Masher 19/01/2016 9:35 PM
Masher 19/01/2016 9:45 PM
Masher 19/01/2016 9:47 PM
Masher 19/01/2016 9:50 PM
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Masher 19/01/2016 10:47 PM

I roll my eyes at the name on my call log. See? I'm correct, it can't be more accurate. Fortunately, I already anticipated those "dangerous" calls and messages, I did put my phone on mute mode. And apparently, he called me almost every 3 minutes because I never accept his calls. Serves you right, Mr.Masher!

I'm turning back to the notification bar.

9 messages

All by sudden, I wish the messages were from my retard brother. At least, I don't have to deal with Mr.Masher's dirty talk.

The next moment I open the message, my hope immediately fades away. It seems like my fortune cookie isn't in the same road with me.

I put my phone away desperately. I hate to receive those sms and calls from him, I hate his dirty mouth, I hate his dirty mind, and I hate more to admit that I'm curious. I shouldn't be reading all those messages and letting him turn me on. But it's also undeniable that he's extremely attractive and tempting. No, no, no! This is all wrong, it's completely wrong. He has a fiancé, he may not flirt with me.

I still hesitate to read his messages. My good girl sense convince me that I don't wanna read it. But "the real me" side thinks that just because I read the messages, doesn't mean I lose the game. I'm not planning on replying it though.

I just stare at my phone in silent. Five seconds later, the phone's already in my grip. I unlock it and start reading my inbox from him.

Hey, baby girl :*

9:54 PM

"I'm not your baby girl. And that emoticon is, ew," I mumble to myself.

Hey, darling. Accept my calls, plz? Don't hang me like this, babe.

10:01 PM

Ugh, stop calling me darling! You better go to your bitch!

Why don't you accept my call? Don't you miss daddy?
10:06 PM
Am I supposed to? Daddy? Who do you think you are?

I'll keep calling you until you answer it.
10:11 PM
You'll stop anyway.

I know you really want to answer those calls, but you have pride issue. You don't wanna lose the game, do you?
10:15 PM
Shit, did he just read my mind? I mean no, I'm not eager to answer his calls but yeah, I don't wanna lose the game.

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