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The next day I woke up and smiled at the last night's memories. He's hasn't given me a chance to not trust him, so I guess I like him or I like his company, I don't know

I quickly brushed my teeth and went downstairs. He was sitting on the sofa and working on his laptop. I know how to use that thing, I did it in my school but never owned it. Memories.

I work on it in my office, but it's so so hard.

"Come here" he motioned to me with his two fingers.

I walked towards him and he pulled me to his lap after keeping his laptop aside.

"How did you sleep?" he asked.

"Good. You"

"Good"

"What time is it?" I asked him while he played with my gloved hand.

"9. Why?" He looked up.

"I have work. I'll meet you later" I stood up.

He pulled me back.

"Let me go bubs" I whined.

"What day is it?" his voice muffled as he had his face in the crook of my neck.

"Um.... It's -Yesterday was? Friday. So it's Saturday" My cheeks burned.

He kissed my neck and bit it.

What was that feeling again?

"I still want to go back to my place," I told him.

"Why?" He grunted.

"I have got a lot of presentations to make. I need to do it" I said, stroking his hair.

"Are you sure?" he asked as he suspected something.

Dang it.

I need to show him my magic.

Small eyes and pouted lips.

"Please bubs" I added softly while I fisted his hoodie in my hand.

"okay," he clenched his jaw.

I-I didn't want to make him angry.

I was going back to my place because I felt overstayed. No one has given me their attention and care, so it was hard to digest his. I needed time to sort my feelings. I-I wanted to get away from him for some time. His care was overwhelming me.

Also, I didn't want to be a burden on him. What if he leaves me? What if he's pitying me? I can't handle it again. I don't want to get close to him and then be alone again.

I took my purse and went back to the guest room. I took a pair of undergarments that I always had with me and showered.

I started keeping my undergarments with myself when my bra's strap broke and when I had stained myself while on periods.

Prevention is better than cure.

I wore that same outfit that I had earlier: A black hoodie and denim jeans. The hoodie had a hole in it from the corner, but I couldn't do anything. I had to find some shops with sales.

I reached down and we ate breakfast in silence.

The area where I lived was fairly good, still, I didn't want him to drop me. I took the cheapest option, a bus after receiving a lot of his glares.

His clenched jaw was scary.

Reaching home, I ran to the toilet and emptied my guts.

After a long time, I had eaten so much. My body couldn't take it.

I flushed the toilet and brushed my teeth.

The wave of tiredness hit me.

I couldn't stand properly.

Not again. I hate when I feel dizzy.

What's happening to me?

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