City Lounge: Berlin (Book Four, Chapter Two: Saturday Morning In)

Chapter Two: Saturday Morning In:

I love it when I have days off on the weekend. Lying in bed next to Stefan made it so much better. I opened my eyes and smiled to myself. No Stephaine calling to wake me up this morning. As much as I like how much she cares about me, I just want times where I just want a quiet morning.

Stefan looked so cute when he’s asleep. I felt tempted to lean forward and kiss him. I shook my head to myself. Nah. I didn’t want to risk waking him up. Instead, I looked up at the ceiling. More

City Lounge: Berlin (Book Four, Chapter One: My Beloved)

Book Four: Berlin

Chapter One: My Beloved:


Friday night. I lay back onto my bed. Stephanie was out of town for the weekend. It was just going to be Stefan and me. He climbed on top of me and kissed me on the lips. I happily kissed back. I was the one who called him over.

“Hello,” I said.

“Hey, Emily,” Stefan said. “What’s going on with you?”

“Not much,” I said. “I’m just lonely.”

“Lonely? What do you mean?” he asked. I sighed as I pouted. (Kind of pointless to do that. He can’t see me over the phone.) More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Bonus Chapter: Girlfriend at Home)

Bonus Chapter: Girlfriend at Home:

I walked into the lobby and rose when I saw Simone sitting on the couch, waiting for me. I struggled to speak at first. She looked up and waved at me.

“Hi,” she said.

“You’ve been waiting for me?” I asked. “For how long?”

“A few minutes,” she said. “I just wrapped up another job and figured that I would pay you a visit.”

“I wish you would’ve told me,” I said.

“I tried to call but your line was busy,” Simone said. I rubbed the back of my head and chuckled.

“Oh, that was my mother on the phone,” I said. “It was a bit of a family emergency.” More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Fifteen: Heading Home)

Chapter Fifteen: Heading Home:

We got out at six. I couldn’t have been happier. I didn’t have to see them until Monday. One day of freedom of the week? I’ll take it.

“See you later!” I said as I walked out the door.

“Bye,” I heard someone say from inside the building. I started walking away. I couldn’t help but smile. Sweet freedom. Usually, I put in my earbuds and begin the walk to the bus station. Lately, I have not had the need to do that. I wanted to bury myself in the sounds of the city. I am part of Paris now. This will be my home soon. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Fourteen: Mental Escape)

Chapter Fourteen: Mental Escape:

At times like these, I try to escape. Can you blame me with my coworkers at times? This team is the worst. Believe me. I can only smile and go along until I am released. We spent the morning just talking. We have no clue what we are doing. The leader, he calls himself that, pretends to know. Okay, he does know. But the others… yeah.

To my relief, Paula and I haven’t been interacting. She’s been busy with the group. That’s fine with me. As long as I don’t have to hear her talking to me, I will be fine.

One less problem to work with.

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Thirteen: Day One of the Project)

Chapter Thirteen: Day One of the Project:

Just as predicted, the next workday was going to suck. Today, we met up with our groups. I was going to be stuck with the traitor. The best I could do was to avoid being alone with her. I cannot let today get to me. I had a great night last night. I will have to hang onto that if I was going to keep from going crazy.

I walked into the room where I was supposed to meet my group. Everyone looked up at me.

“You’re late,” Val said. I frowned at him. Really? He’s going to do this? Testing me already, huh? So lame. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Twelve: Happy Vibes)

Chapter Twelve: Happy Vibes:

Black lace panties. I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. Simone’s skirt slid down to her knees. I could feel a tent growing in my boxers. The skirt was tossed onto the floor. I stared at her with wide eyes. My arms ached to hold her again. My hands inched towards her hips. She pushed them back. I stared up at my beloved.

“No?” he asked. Her lips curved into a smile and grabbed onto my boxers.

“Not yet,” she said. I was about to ask when she shook her head. That was all it took to keep me quiet. Stop asking questions. Just go with it. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Eleven: Stress Relief)

Chapter Eleven: Stress Relief:

Leaving work for the day was always the best part. I got to get away from the idiots and go home. Sometimes to Simone. And sometimes alone. Alone, I just clear my head and lose the urge to strangle people. Which way was going to go today?

I made it to my apartment. By now, I had gotten used to coming home alone. This was actually good. I walked over to my couch and flopped down. No sooner had I laid down, my phone rang.

“Oh come on,” I mumbled to myself. I reached down for my bag and shoved my hand inside. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Ten: Another Stupid Day at the Office)

Chapter Ten: Another Stupid Day at the Office:

The next day was torture. I hate being at work. The job itself is not the problem. I am just stuck with idiots. Yeah. But, in order to stay in Paris, I have to go to work. I was already at my desk. More paperwork again. I just wanted to be left alone. Pipe dream, much? No sooner had I saw down, I heard a knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said. I looked up to see the boss standing in the doorway. Not too bad. The man is kind of cool. More

City Lounge: Paris (Book Four, Chapter Nine: Doing Nothing)

Chapter Nine: Doing Nothing:

We ended up doing nothing for the rest of the day. And it felt great! For once, we went back over to her place. I looked at her with a dreamy smile on my face.

“What?” she asked.

“You sure this is okay?” I asked. That question came as a challenge to her. Simone smiled and patted me on the head.

“Of course it is,” she said. Simone unlocked the door and took me inside with her. It felt like being home. Speaking of which, did I want to move in with her? My apartment was rented out to me because of my job. It wouldn’t feel right to make her move out of her place. More

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