Rolling Love | On Hold

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"......" "..."

"......" "..."

"Why is it you?" Nichole's voice was taut.

"I went to a dinner party, got drunk, asked Mason to pick me up. Now he is at the roadside buying water for me. "

Nichole thought this was so ridiculous it would make people laugh.

She sneered. "Are you waiting for him to take you to dinner?" Hazel's tone was deliberately irritating. "What now? I'll be with him ... ..."

Raging, Nichole hung up the phone. She angrily got up and pulled the phone line out. Finally it was quiet, nothing could disturb her.

Over the whole night, Nichole finally completed her work.

She didn't even shut down the computer on the table. She didnt want to get up. At the moment, a ray of dawn light could be seen through the window. She thought she would close her eyes for a bit to rest before going home to work, but she soon fell asleep.

In the faint blue light from the computer screen, the woman's face looked soft and fragile. Nichole did not if it was in her dream or reality, but she heard a faint sound at the door. Someone walked in the room, shut the computer, and it seems.... . also gently brushed her hair over her shoulder.

Nichole wanted to open your eyes, but suddenly Hazel's voice flashed in her mind: "What now? I'll be with him. . . . "

Nichole's woke up and straightened in her chair.

Her hand touched something, Nichole immediately heard the sound of something being knocked over.

She heard the sound of broken crockery and hastened to look down. A cup full of coffee had been swept to the ground, the aroma of coffee filling the room.

Nichole's was still not fully conscious, she heard a low and melodious male voice near her ears :"Is this how you reward me for coffee?

Nichole's body froze. When she really reacted, the uninvited guest was leaning toward her slightly. He was standing next to her chair, leaning over, his lips almost rubbing her cold temple.

She could smell a smoky smell mixed with the smell of cigarettes, belonging to the man's breath. She stiffly sat there , stunned by the person being so close to her, as he leaned forward to reach for the tissue box on the desk.

He drew a few sheets of paper towels and wiped the coffee on his suit.

"Charles?" Nichole had completely woken up.

Half- raising his head as he wiped the coffee stains from his suit, Charles, without the slightest embarrassment smiled: "Sleep well?"

Not good. Not good at all.

As she silently squatted down to pick up the pieces of porcelain from the floor, she asked only: "What brings you here?"

Picking up the broken shards, she lifted her head, her eyes met the eyes of the man standing in front and she forgot what she was going to say

As she squatted on the ground, he leaned over her, his fingers on her lips.

Nichole could suddenly hear her heart thudding.

The man's finger across her lips, was this tenderness or bullying her? She quickly stood up straight to avoid his hand.

Charles smile in the eyes, his eyes reflecting the sunlight from the window cast. He looked down at his fingertips, then pointed at her: "You must have slept very well, your lipstick is smudged.