At the evening, Liam was sitting while watching Rose read her favorite comics online and giggling with every scrolling. He jumped over to her leaning his face and resting on her shoulder.
"What's so funny in those?"
"Funny you say? Nothing." He licked her ears as Rose felt a current radiating through her backbone. Her black eyes met him as he slipped his hand on the sides of her top.
"We can't right?"
"I know. I am holding back."
"Why?"
"Beacause if I start now I will regret it tomorrow morning and same goes for you."
"Then stop stimulating things up and do your work" Liam gave a gentle nod to her.
"There was a current page I was serving through and guess what I found an article about you. Is that all true? Possibly, no right?" Rose sat up back tucking a pillow by her belly.
Liam narrowed his eyes and asked "send me the page."
Rose grabbed her phone and clicked send to Liam's chatroom. Liam eyed the browser history as the page kept on loading. The Wi-Fi is a dumbass. Can't work freely.
The beautiful pause she felt on her throat when Michel passed by with a sadestic face on. The phone ranged twice and now she was convinced that it was not her phone that kept on ringing but was Michel's. He sat over the sofa and called the person. Erica stood in completely defeated girl.
"Did something come up?" The voice was filled with anger. He kept the phone on speaker as he took off the drak jacket which was quite simple.
"No. Did she run off somewhere? Do you know?" This voice. This complete complex voice. Erica was caught off-guard she was hasty to keep her mouth shut. As Michel looked over her.
"Who is she?"
"That girl before you met. Hugging eachothers back. Her name is Erica Homes. Her fiance his coming tomorrow to take her up for slavery works..." Mari stopped giving further more information about Erica and waited for him to reply back.
"What's more bothering? I wasn't even involved in with."
"Well, I guess that's work for you too. Thanks" the call was made end by Michel.
"Guess you should flee from here...." The words were late to be spoken Erica walked towards the door when Michel dragged her wrist and made her bump into his wide, well built chest.
The breath was good. GOD! He smelled too good as her nostrils fell almost lost of breath. "Were you listening to me? Lost kitten."
Erica turned her head to meet Michel's eyes. And only thing Michel could see that she was crying from the humiliation. He changed his position and moved up to stroke her beautiful small face.
"Don't think that you will escape the route you chose to walk with me. He probably will make lots of babies and make you work and beat you up to death. Little mice." Those steamy words made her cry even more. Uh oh! Ruined everything. . Didn't I?
"Professor Ashley said she won't permit me for the research." Oli said while munching down her burger. She was healthy too. Mouth full with that one last bite of junk food.
"You fat-ass, move sideways" Ploto said as he wore a reasearch coat.
"Shut up. You made it to the graduation and now everyone is looking after the new position to get but you want to run your sweet little mouse trap house?" Oli said with a witted eye.
"Better be a mouse and be paid than having thirty years on research junction and failing to keep the deal." Ploto's eyes were amused as he noticed that Oli was quite a bit more fatty rather than this new days.
"What's wrong with you? You look so skinny."
"Been a while hearing that coming out of your damn mouth."
"Oli? Oliya? Olilyyyy?" Professor Ashley called with her heels on and a pile of files she was carrying byntye arms. It was heavy.
Oli stood and flapped on her feet and took some of the files off her hand. "Thanks. I was chocking to death."
"Sure. Why were you calling me anyway?"
"Oh! about that Dr. Carlos called you to his office."
Dr. Carlos? Oh my god! My second crush called me to his office? Never happened that before. Her cheeks fell warm and her heart was racing like bull in heat who just saw a red cloth to in the direction of office.
"Ashley, you should be off for two weeks right?"
"Hey, adress me as professor. You nut" Oli stuck her tounge out and left the room with a humming tone.
"Dude? Did you call me?" Oli stepped half of the office and looked at Carlos with amusement. He gave her a scan from head to toe and the next minute he was busy in typing a whole long ass message to someone better to keep it with a letter? Damn! Those fingers.
"Sit."
"Sure. So?" She asked while looking at his well organised desk.
"Will take a whole hour. Got time?"
"Anything for you."
"Okay. Leave the college or apply for next year."
Crap. He is ill-fated to give her those freaky options.
"Play with me and get back what you started. Do you still hold a grudge about me noticing you taking a peep on us while I was making coffee for Ploto?" She addressed very bluntly.
"Oli!"
"Hey, I wouldn't mind if you say 'i am jealous of your colleagues.' you know?"
"End of the talkings. Excuse me." His attention diverted to the laptop and started typing again.
"Whatever, at least Liam will come to visit you I will inform it to him."
"Be my guest. We are here to research about the upcoming commitee survey's and here you….."
"Don't worry. I have prepared a new outcome this year." Oli said with a poking smile.
"Might be poor enough to catch up to Ploto Miss Oliya." He raised a brow to her.
"Tell you what? Don't call me over to your office to discuss such lame things. I don't want to keep on facing you and so that you can tease me. You asshole." The statement made Carlos look confused and ticked off.
He sighed and opened his mouth to call her in a decent, sweet way "Oli. I wasn't teasing you. You know I will never be able to satisfy you. Who wants to be loved after getting himself divorced?"
Oli stood and turned to walk as she gave him a middle finger and busted her anger by slamming the wood door behind her.