The Date Planner

1. 21. 1 Interrogation (Part 1)

That weekend, we stayed in bed. At least, most of the time. It just seemed like we couldn't get enough of each other.

And Monday arrived a little too early than I wanted it too.

Leaving for work wasn't easy but somehow we parted or tried to at least.

We texted all day with all the innuendos and lot in the mix. By the time lunch rolled in, Clinton had already came to whisk me away.

And that is how I found myself in a hot car-sex session half hour later.

I usually avoid such scandalous methods and would rather wait until I'm home but somehow Clinton is very convincing and I'm just too weak willed to actually say no to him more than twice.

I totally blame it on our wandering hands.

Whenever we're in reach of other, we just can't seem to stop. Ever since that night at his mansion, it seems like a whole new level of intimacy has formed between us.

Despite the fact that we're having sex or not, we're always touching.

By the time I arrived back, I was already in a daze. I was so distracted the whole day, I almost caught Liza in a mid-dash to strangle me.

Yeah, unfortunately she has taken the brunt of my absence lately at the office. Not only hiding my whereabouts from our boss but also doing all my work under tons of pressure.

I feel for her but whenever I try to ease her work she just ends up pushing me and telling me to get a life.

Something is strangely up with her.

She's been spending more time at work, doing overtime. And now that I think about it, I can't help but wonder, who is she?

Unfortunately, I've been busy lot myself hence not had a chat with her for a while. I immediately make a note to self about talking to her as soon as she seems free and calm enough to talk.

And that's how my day just flits by without notice. And the whole week. I just get in and out of my apartment to retrieve my change of clothes and off to Clinton's.

Although we've covered a lot of surface area considering we sneaked about in restaurants, malls and about any place you can think of, in the last week.

I couldn't make myself leave him and head to my apartment. So after almost a week, I finally think I've way too much overstayed my stay and leave on Monday because honestly I seriously question is it safe to have so much sex?

After a whole day of texting and more texting to Clinton at work, I actually go back to my apartment.

I think I missed it a little too.

I think to myself, smiling as I enter the apartment.

I head towards my living room when I notice something strangely odd.

My apartment is always pristine and in clean condition but today what seems odd is that it is trashed. Not in the literal sense but mostly.

There's an ash-tray at my coffee table and bits of alot of ash, here and there. The pungent smell of beer evident in the room and now that I notice it, even smoke.

Oh My God.

There's a too much familiar jacket flung over the edge of my couch as well and I immediately know, who's there.

No wonder he's been silent for so long.

I follow the trail of ash and disgust around my apartment to the kitchen, furious as hell with his behaviour when I spot him, smoking.