Mr. Right, Spoil Me

Everything will have a first coincidence but for the same coincidence to happen twice, then it no longer was a coincidence.

Once, they were besties and shared all their deepest secrets. They were always together in school. They were like bees and honey. They even shared the same dress.

Sarah knew fully well what kind of person Cynthia was. Quiet, never gets involved, doesn’t stand out in a crowd and kept in her heart what she wanted to say.

It was very difficult to have an honest exchange with her unless you are sufficiently “clean”, meaning that you do not interfere with who she wanted and what she wanted to do.

Otherwise, there will always be a barrier. Just like now they were apart because of Bruce. This was the grudge that will forever persists.

When she saw her at Randall Group for the first time with the look of animosity, she knew immediately all the memories of them together had vanished.

Cynthia walked towards Sarah and stood by Bruce, in her mouth was laden full of mockery, “Don’t you think that I want to wait for him to be sober before I say these? I want to say it in front of him. Sarah how could you find the courage to hurt him to this extend?”

Sarah laughed when she heard that last sentence, “Why are you so certain that I was the one who hurt him? Didn’t you see it a year ago? I was almost dead and knelt down begging each one of you, how did you all treat me? I know that you like Bruce but I’m also your good friend. I treated you with true kindness. How can you be so biased?”

Cynthia had a sudden expression of panic, as if she was trying to evade something.

Sarah continued, “Do you remember my eighteenth birthday? I was drunk and you don’t know I went to the restroom. In the cubicle, I heard my best friend speak ill about me to the person who I liked. She even told him that she liked him. She was willing to be a hidden lover, someone who will arrive when needed, friends with benefits. Cynthia, this is you!”

When these were said, Cynthia went on the offensive, “Then why don’t you say it out earlier? Why? This is my choice, is that wrong?”

“You’re not wrong, you are willing to become a whore, a slut, an unethical plaything, this is your choice.

At the moment, the ambulance arrived.

The next morning, gentle breeze came through the window sill bringing along cool and soft air into the room.

the hospital bed. His eyelashes moved slightly

semi-conscious.

to murmur

to crack open and a ray of light stabbed directly into his eyes. He came to his senses.

his eyebrow. He realized the lady sleeping beside him at the edge of the bed. Her weak

“Sarah?”

shocked, how come she

arranged her

she was taking care of him last

frowns, her eyes were sunken and slightly green, enough to see that she was exhausted.

as if his head was about to explode like a balloon. This was

get out of bed. He carried

catch a cold and it was obvious

intently at the person on the bed, looking at every detail, her eyebrows, touching her with

notice her. She was elegant,

was you who took care of me the entire

he kissed her. His heart was full of warmth. He held onto her

he overdid it and the woman opened her eyes in a daze. She woke up.

“You’re awake?”

asked him, rubbing her

her to continue to

need. This is your bed, how can I use

realized that she was on the bed and lifted the blanket. She couldn’t find her shoes and her hair was in a mess… the

and the glass door vibrated. The