Guilty (1/1)
It was raining outside. I was sitting on the couch sipping a glass of wine. It was quite relaxing after spending so much time in YG studio these past few weeks. It would be perfect if she's here. She is the one that I need the most. To hug,to kiss, to accompany me..."Should I text her to come over?" I took out my phone and texting; "yeah, maybe I should. Plus no one would know. Even her." Feeling torn inside, I still have the gut to text her to come. Because I believe no one would know. No one. Including her. Yes, her. '/meet you here, same time/' I texted her. She gets me. Because this is what I normally do for the past 6 months. *beep* I open up my text. The same text I received from her. '/I'll be there in a min. xx/' I can feel bitterness inside of me. I feel terrible. Feeling disgusted, I let my ego taking over. I put aside my phone and set it on a silent mode. In case she call me tonight. I don't want any disturbance. I went to the bathroom and preparing myself. I put some colonge on my neck, wearing white shirt and a blue and black chequered boxer. There is a huge mirror in front of me. I look at myself and deep down I feel dirty. I do not understand I'm doing this. Some part of me saying I should stop, the evil part saying I can have my own moment. I can feel my eyes are burning holding tears. Guilty tears. "Please don't let that day come. I don't want her to know. Yet. " I pray. The door bell rings. I take a deep breathe before my double-life starts. "You're here. Late as usual," I welcome her with putting a fake smile on my face. It hurts every time I did this. "Oppa!" She squeals. I hug and sniffs her neck. Quickly we both close the door and she's dragging me to our every week love-making bed. She's pushing me down and taking control of my game. As always. I let her do it. With a pair of seductive eyes, she look into my eyes deeply while trying to strip down her sleeveless turqoise blouse. She is trying to test my patience by unbuttoning it slowly. "New trick huh?," I give her a smirk. "Well, aren't you amuse by it?," she says. "Nope." I stare at her, seducing her to continue. "Then, I stop. Since you can't wait to-," before she finish her sentence I grabs her tiny wrist and pull her closer to me. Our pointy noses are almost collide with each other.