The morning bright sun peeking through the curtains shine on his face. It was noon and he is still in bed. Half an hour later he started to feel hot all over so he throws off his blanket. He laid in bed half naked, legs wide apart and arms by his side. He tried to wake up but he couldn’t. He feels like a strong big magnet pulling him to his bed.

If only I could stay in bed all day

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He opened his eyes groggily and sat himself upright. Stepping on the wooden floor, he stretched himself lazily. Pain struck him hard.

"Urgh! This headache is killing me."

Grabbing a glass of water and an aspirin, he gulped them down. He stood for awhile before deciding to take a shower. His whole body smells horrible. He smells just like the boy who stands with his hand up high in the train after basketball training. And he smells of Jack Daniels. He blamed himself for going to the party the night before. He never got drunk like last night. And he can’t believe he actually have to deal with his rival over some hot chick. Bloody hell! If it weren’t for that stupid wig haired big nosed man, I probably am in bed with that hot sexy chick right now.

After shower, he searched his kitchen for some breakfast or rather lunch, and realized how empty his fridge is. Damn! He forgets to give the girl next door some money to buy some grocery for him like every month. Calling Melissa from his cell phone, he rummaged around for his wallet. He couldn’t seem to find it anywhere.

"Lissa grocery?"

Knowing his routine, Melissa came within a minute, barging through the door without knocking. She was in a pretty tight pink dress and was heavily make up with pink eyeshadow and red lipstick. Her hair was in a tight braid. As usual she would bat her eyelashes and purred at him.

"Can u help me find my wallet? I had a late night and I can’t remember where I placed it."

"You never misplaced your things. The only time you misplaced was your car keys which you left at your car."

"I just can’t find it anywhere. I’ve searched in my pockets, under my bed sheets, in the laundry, everywhere but nothing."

"Did you put it in your car maybe?"

Did I? Why can’t I remember where I placed it?

After sending Melissa to check his car, Jaime called his studio asking the petite but big bosom secretary of any important appointments that day. Hearing her sweet melody voice reminds him of the night together at his place. How soft her skin is. How she moaned his name in bed. He remembered her disappointed face when the phone rings. He also remembered when her whole body reacts when he kiss her neck. And most importantly, he remembered how deep her fingers dug in his shoulder. He had sore shoulder for a week after that. Since then, he tried to avoid her. He doesn’t want any sore shoulder anymore.

Once he put down the phone, Melissa came running in the room with his wallet in her hand. She handed it to him with a smile. She was ignored by him, as usual, but on the positive side, she grabbed all that time to watch him. His deep-set eyes always captivated her especially when he said thank you. Sometimes she noticed a twinkle in his eyes when she brings dinner to him. Someone told her once that you could know a person through one’s eyes. If he is happy or sad, you could notice it just by looking at his eyes. Melissa agrees with that person as for the past year, she could know if he is happy or sad through his eyes.

However right then she could see that his eyes were in a worried frown. She sat next to him on the sofa and asked him, "What’s wrong?"

"My money’s gone."

Jaime threw his wallet on the coffee table and pushed his hair back. He sighed in frustration. Melissa checked his wallet to find it with no money. His credit cards are gone as well. She put it back on the table and placed her hands on his lap.

"Hey. Just make a police report and call your credit card company. I’ll buy your grocery with my money. You can pay back when you had everything settle."

"Thanks Melissa. You’re the best. And buy me a toothbrush too. I broke mine just now."

At the studio Jaime can’t focused on his job as he keep thinking about the day before. While photographing a model for a teen magazine, the strap snapped and his camera fell from his hands. His camera lenses broke because of it. He spent an hour more for that session and had to rush to another studio for another photography session. On the way to the studio, his car got caught up in traffic and he had to delay his appointment with the client. His client was shouting at him for been late causing him to feel really shitty for that day. While having his dinner with a girl friend, he spilled some red wine on his shirt. Off goes my favorite shirt to the rubbish bin. During his journey back home alone, the tyres of his car went flat on him.

Pushing through the doors, Jaime went straight to the kitchen and took off his dirtied shirt. Just as he was about to dump it in the bin, he remembered Melissa. Maybe she knows how to get rid of the stain?

Once Melissa arrived he told her about his problem. Then he told her about his day, how everything seemed to be a bad dream. Its liked he was having a bad luck day or something. Melissa on the other hand wasn’t interested in his day; she was trying real hard to scrub off the stain with bleach.

Jaime realized the tension in her face when she didn’t reply to his words. He also realized how pretty she looks without those make-ups. She had white flawless skin with rosy cheeks. Her blue-green eyes were round and wide. She had a dainty small nose which would flare when she was in frustration. And her blonde hair which she always braided it was long and soft. Is it soft? I never touched her hair before. She looks so beautiful. Jaime reached out to her and ran his fingers through her long hair. Her hair was silky soft.

Melissa felt shivers running through her spine. She felt warm all over. Without realizing, she got caught up in the hot rush and she let him take over her feelings. From a touch through her hair to a touch on her cheeks and lips. She just couldn’t hold any longer; she has been waiting for his touch for so long. She dropped the shirt on the kitchen counter and turned around. She slid her arms around his shoulder and their lips touch.

The next thing they know, they were already on his bed, sweating from the hot love-making. She lay still on his arm while he tried to figure out what had happened. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad day afterall. Then he heard it; a loud annoying sound. He turned to Melissa who was fast asleep and watched her tiny full mouth quivered. The sound was definitely coming from there.

"I guess I need to get rid of her too," he whispered as he covered his ears with an extra pillow he had.

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