WOO-JIN
With my door ajar, I watched how she was into it.
She cleaned the kitchen island with her eyes glued to the TV. Didn't miss anything.I watch her every reaction.
Her eyes go wide when a character on the screen says something heartfelt.
Her lips part when the character does something nice. Her eyebrows lower when it's a sad scene.
Her lips set into a thin line when she didn't agree with something.
Her lips formed into a smile when the characters kissed.
Her eyes go wide, her eyebrows go up, and her lip parts- that's when she doesn't see the plot twist coming.I could not stop smiling.
I could not focus on my work.We hear the bell and I quickly pull up live footage on my computer screen from outside the gates. A delivery man on a bike. I take a screenshot and walk out, pulling back Daisy just as she's about to open the door. She looks at me confused and I shake my head, "Stay here." She nods and for once, does what I tell her to do.
I walk out cautiously, the footage playing on my phone this time. The guy just keeps a package on the floor and he's getting on his bike, driving away.
I open the door to pull the package in. You can never be too sure of what it could be. She yells from inside, "What is it?!" I stay quiet and take my knife out, slowly and precisely, cutting up the plastic tape.
I pull open the cardboard flaps and there's a velvet bag inside.
I take that out and pull open the strings, doing all of this very slowly with a very impatient and curious girl inside my house.This could be anything.
A hand, an eye, a spider.
There were just too many possibilities.I take the silicon-feeling thing out and it's shaped like a rose. And there's a card inside. It was from this bizarre website called sexybuddy.com and on the card it said, I read it loud, "We hope you like your new sexy buddy and have an erotic evening. You're special and deserve some stress relief." And right inside there's another thing. A tube.
Lube.
"Oh, it arrived!" She yells excitedly and makes her way to me with my cut-up briefs in her hand that she uses as rags. At least she cleans now.
She takes the rose-looking thing from my hand and the tube and smiles at it widely. Then she takes the velvet bag and frowns, "There should've been a charger too." And there is. A short white wire, both ends type C. She smiles when she finds it while I watch her with my arms crossed on my chest, "What the hell is that?" She shows it to me like a little child, all up in my face, "My new sexy buddy!" With a click of a button, it vibrates to life. The little circle in the middle of the rosebud going crazy. My lips part and I am pissed, my voice was leveled, "You bought a toy?" She nods, "Duh! I left my old one in my apartment." Then she leans back and flutters her eyelashes, "Thank you for buying.""I didn't buy it."
"Sure you did, you paid hundred-and-two dollars yesterday, plus twelve dollars more for shipping. You're the best."
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Mr & Mrs Carmelo
RomanceDaisy has been a stripper all of her life against her wishes. With an annoyingly genius brother to take care of, she is ready to do whatever it takes to give him the life he deserves and he wants the same for her. He goes to the point of credit card...