The Lies Within
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Huling na-publish Sun, Dec 20, 2020
"I've been struggling all this time Joanna. You don't know how hard it is to stop myself from fucking you in front of my cousin and those two English guys", he whispered to my ear giving me goosebumps.
"It's the first time in my life I felt this helpless and frustrated....and jealous", he confessed.
I feel like I'm having a panic attack again. Is this how it feels when a gorgeous guy whisper sweet words in your ears before fucking you? I can totally do this every night.
"I'm speechless", I breathed.
"Let me do the talking then. Let tonight be the only night you will remember till the day you die", his blissful words echoing in my ears. I moaned letting him know how his dirty talking turns me on.
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What if you wake up one fine morning feeling like doing something that you have never done before? Like having a one-night stand.
As ridiculous as it seemed, JM woke up one Friday morning finally deciding to live her life to the fullest after having a heart-wrenching confrontation with her ex-fiancé and her almost lover the night before.
First mission: getting laid after few months of celibacy.
But instead of finding the hottest guy to complete her mission, she found herself stuck in a love quad-rangle with his 'almost lover', a 'boy-next-door' and a 'hot millionaire'.
Will she say 'I do' to all of them? Or will she just end up losing all three while trying to choose 'the one'?
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I was acting. When I laughed... When I said I loved him... When I held his hand in front of everyone, When I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes as if I were safe. He was acting too. When he whispered my name... When he held my waist in front of others... When he smiled at me like he was seeing something no one else could see. We both knew this was a fake relationship. An agreement, a deal, a shared play. But the problem is... Now, I don't know if I'm still acting or not. I don't know if I'm lying. I don't know if I'm fooling them... Or just fooling myself. So now I wonder: Am I doing this because it's my role... Or because I've started to want it for real? Are these my looks... Or the gaze of the character I'm playing? Did I fall for him... Or did I just grow tired of pretending? I feel at ease when he's near. Sometimes, I wish the play would never end. But does he feel the same way I do... Or is he simply better at pretending? When he placed his coat over my shoulders... When he stared at me under the pretense of thinking... When he held me when no one was watching... And whispered, "We're not alone." Did he mean what he said? Is he acting? Or is he just... too afraid to admit it? Too afraid to admit that he's started to feel something... That we've gone off-script And we are now writing scenes That never existed in the script. Maybe we don't really fall in love... Maybe we just slowly stop lying. So what happens at the end... When we can no longer tell When the lies began- And when they stopped?
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