City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Twelve: Queen in the Night)

Chapter Twelve: Queen in the Night:


I waited by my front door. I hadn’t stopped talking to Paul on the phone. No, I didn’t dress myself up either. Somehow, I didn’t feel like. I mean, this sort thing just happened. Nobody really plans for this. I didn’t plan for it when we first had sex. Now, it’s happening again.

“Where are you now?” I asked.

“I’m outside of your door,” Paul said. My lips covered into a cat-like smile.

“Really?” I asked. I looked out the peep hole. Low and behold, there he was. Paul stood in front of my door with the phone to his ear. I smiled as I opened the door and hung up. More


City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Eleven: Ride in the Night)

Chapter Eleven: Ride in the Night:


I didn’t know why I was doing this. Sophie gave me the directions and I was out the door. I just grabbed my wallet and maybe some clean underwear for the night. I don’t know what I was expecting that night. Sophie sounded so thirsty when that conversation veered into sex. Don’t get me wrong. I like sex as much as the next bloke. But hearing Sophie say all of that just makes me…

I shivered. I couldn’t get too focused on all of that. Somehow, I had to see where this was headed. I’m not expecting too much. I just want to see what’s going to happen. Good thing the buses were still running. More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Ten: Paul’s Pretty Little Thing)

Chapter Ten: Paul’s Pretty Little Thing:


I have always been Paul’s girl. He’s the only one that I am compatible with in all ways. I stared at my ceiling.

“When was the last time you had sex?” I asked.

“What?!” he asked. I smiled to myself.

“You know,” I said. “When was the last time you got any?”

“I don’t know,” Paul said. “You?” I sighed as I laid back onto the couch.

“It’s been so long for me,” I said. “You remember the first time we did it?” I heard that long pause on the other line.

“Paul?” I asked. “Are you alright?” More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Nine: Spring of Love)

Chapter Nine: Spring of Love:


I can’t remember the last time I felt this happy. I had never had phone conversations that went this long with any of my previous girlfriends. We didn’t have to talk much, Sophie and I, we just had to be on the phone.

“Hey Sophie,” I said.

“Yeah,” she said.

“Do you remember our first kiss?” I heard her giggle over the phone.

“Of course I do. Why wouldn’t I?”

I leaned back and smiled. “You looked so cute in your uniform back then.”

“What are you talking about? I could barely keep that shite clean. I was always spilling something on it.” More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Eight: I am My Own Woman)

Chapter Eight: I am My Own Woman:


A thought crossed my mind as I sat in my living room, watching telly. Why does everyone keep trying to control me? I will be thirty soon. I can take care of myself. Mum has tried to plan out my life for herself. And looks where it got me. I’m just happy I got out before I was thirty. I couldn’t stand any of them. My mates have been asking me questions all afternoon now. I’m tempted to turn off my phone to ignore them, but then I would miss Paul’s texts.

I rubbed my forehead. More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Seven: My Mate, Jay)

Chapter Seven: My Mate, Jay:


I was supposed to be going home. But then, Jay came along. Oh, boy. Whenever he comes along, all of my plans end up going out the window. He always manages to find me somehow. How did he find me this time? Let me tell you.

I was trying to go home when I had the idea to take my usual shortcut because I was just that lazy. It was supposed to be simple. Just walk down the alley, cross the street, walk past the old sandwich shop, and make it back to the flat.

It started out that way. But then, my mobile buzzed. More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Six: Old Times in Love)

Chapter Six: Old Times in Love:


As I slept in my bed, I began to dream about the days Paul and I were dating. I will never get tired of bringing it up. He was the love of my life. I still don’t know we broke up. He doesn’t know the answer either. It makes me sad, really.

Enough about that. Onto happier thoughts.

College was the best of our years. Sometimes, we didn’t spend that much time with our mates. Why would we need to? We had our own little world to dwell in. We pulled each other closer in each day. I basked in every minute of it. More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Five: Street Performance)

Chapter Five: Street Performance:


I turned down the corner of the street when I heard loud music blaring further down. Hm? Is there a parade today or something? Curious, I followed the sound. I noticed two other people were following the sound as well. The music sounded like 90’s hip-hop from America. I couldn’t remember the artist off of the top of my head, but I know the song. I noticed a woman walking by with a baby stroller.

“Excuse me,” I spoke up. She turned her head.

“What’s going on today?” I asked. “Is there like a parade or something?” The woman shook her head and walked on. Okay then… More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Four: Free on Her Own)

Chapter Four: Free on Her Own:


I’m free. I’m free! I felt like running around London. I was finally free! But now what? I didn’t think about that at the moment. I was too busy enjoying being free. No stupid ass boss to ruin my life. No annoying coworkers to put up with. No soul-crushing work that mean nothing. No stuffy walls around me. I was free!

I made it to the park and flopped down onto the grass. The sky looked so blue today. It’s always looked grey to me until now. I reached up as if to grab a cloud. What could I do with my time now? More

City Lounge: London (Book Three, Chapter Three: Out on the Streets)

Chapter Three: Out on the Streets:


I think I might have created a monster. Sophie wrote to me saying that she was going to quit her job today. I didn’t know how to reply to that. I just gave her a thumbs up and hit send. I do not have a good feeling about this.

I walked over to my nightstand and opened the drawer. Aw, damn. I’m out of fags. When did that happen? I frowned to myself. Do I really have to go out today? I threw back head and groaned.

Then, my mobile buzzed.

I picked it up and there was Sophie again. She’s probably texting me with the results of her mission. Either she’s gone through with it or changed her mind. More

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