RACHEL
1 November, 2018
Night 9:30pm
I was sitting with Oliver, watching a game of tennis. I don't know how it's played, what are the rules and I was getting bored. He love tennis and he roots for Federer.
I put my legs on his thighs and start disturbing him. He got irritated, pushed my legs down and switched off the television.
'What's the matter?' he asks 'You want to go out for a walk? Are you getting bored here?'
'I don't want to go out. I feel tired, I feel like going home.' I replied, by placing my head on his chest.
I can feel his hot breath passing through my hair. His strong perfume turns me on, I don't feel like moving away from him. I want to hold him tightly, close to me and never let him go.
' Come on. Let's go out for dinner? ' He said, brushing my hair.
I'm tired but, I don't want to say 'no' to him.
'We will go to Chilli pots? ' I asked, giving a cute smile to him so that, he won't say 'no' to me. He agreed to go there.
Chilli pots is the best restaurant in the whole Cloverfield. It's run by a Indian guy, Ranjith. I had been there twice and I love it. Ranjith is an awesome cook, he loves to try new varieties in cooking.
Me and Oliver went to the Chilli pots. We order 'Pron Porota' and sit on the table, waiting for the food to come. 'Pron porota' is a special dish made by Ranjith. It's a combination of Indian food style with the American style. Oliver was sitting nervously. He never dates to try new food so, he was a little worried about it.
Ranjith came to our table. He started talking to me, he shared few stories about India. He said, he had an arranged marriage. He married a girl whom he had never met before. He knew nothing about her at the time of their marriage and later, he had to love her. He was going on telling his story, I was laughing at his jokes but, Oliver was looking out, at the streets, through the window.
Ranjith was hitting on me. He was praising me for my looks, my taste and the creative stuffs I do. I realized, he is similar to other Indians I had met before, all perverts.
I remember the time when I was active on social media. There was a guy named Kitto, he used to text me daily. He used to send Hi, Hello, You look beautiful, Good morning messages. I never replied to it, I ignored them seen. For a whole months, for thirty day.m, he used to daily send me good morning messages and greetings. He was a jerk, a fool too.
Food came on our table. Me and Oliver jumped on it. He took a small bite of it and looked at me. His eyes said, he liked the food. We ate the food within minute or two. We then, left the restaurant, we decided to walk. It was a beautiful night, fool moon, silent roads and cool breeze. We were walking on the road, holding hands.
'I can't do this anymore. I feel tired when I have to come to your house every night and then, in the morning, I'm in a rush. I feel exhausted, during my job.' I say, looking at him.
Oliver smiles looking at me. 'Why don't you move in with me?' he asks.
'No-No I can't. We don't know each other, you don't know me.' I replied.
Oliver laughs again. He jumps in front on me, came closer to me. I can feel his breath and his strong perfume.
'I trusted you with my keys on our first day. I know whom to trust and whom, not to. I'm a bloody cop.' he said.
I can see me in his eyes. He moves closer and closer to me, our nose touching. He kisses me on my lips and I can feel it, I wanted a kiss for him. I wrapped my hands around his vest and continued kissing him.
Night 9:30pm
I was sitting with Oliver, watching a game of tennis. I don't know how it's played, what are the rules and I was getting bored. He love tennis and he roots for Federer.
I put my legs on his thighs and start disturbing him. He got irritated, pushed my legs down and switched off the television.
'What's the matter?' he asks 'You want to go out for a walk? Are you getting bored here?'
'I don't want to go out. I feel tired, I feel like going home.' I replied, by placing my head on his chest.
I can feel his hot breath passing through my hair. His strong perfume turns me on, I don't feel like moving away from him. I want to hold him tightly, close to me and never let him go.
' Come on. Let's go out for dinner? ' He said, brushing my hair.
I'm tired but, I don't want to say 'no' to him.
'We will go to Chilli pots? ' I asked, giving a cute smile to him so that, he won't say 'no' to me. He agreed to go there.
Chilli pots is the best restaurant in the whole Cloverfield. It's run by a Indian guy, Ranjith. I had been there twice and I love it. Ranjith is an awesome cook, he loves to try new varieties in cooking.
Me and Oliver went to the Chilli pots. We order 'Pron Porota' and sit on the table, waiting for the food to come. 'Pron porota' is a special dish made by Ranjith. It's a combination of Indian food style with the American style. Oliver was sitting nervously. He never dates to try new food so, he was a little worried about it.
Ranjith came to our table. He started talking to me, he shared few stories about India. He said, he had an arranged marriage. He married a girl whom he had never met before. He knew nothing about her at the time of their marriage and later, he had to love her. He was going on telling his story, I was laughing at his jokes but, Oliver was looking out, at the streets, through the window.
Ranjith was hitting on me. He was praising me for my looks, my taste and the creative stuffs I do. I realized, he is similar to other Indians I had met before, all perverts.
I remember the time when I was active on social media. There was a guy named Kitto, he used to text me daily. He used to send Hi, Hello, You look beautiful, Good morning messages. I never replied to it, I ignored them seen. For a whole months, for thirty day.m, he used to daily send me good morning messages and greetings. He was a jerk, a fool too.
Food came on our table. Me and Oliver jumped on it. He took a small bite of it and looked at me. His eyes said, he liked the food. We ate the food within minute or two. We then, left the restaurant, we decided to walk. It was a beautiful night, fool moon, silent roads and cool breeze. We were walking on the road, holding hands.
'I can't do this anymore. I feel tired when I have to come to your house every night and then, in the morning, I'm in a rush. I feel exhausted, during my job.' I say, looking at him.
Oliver smiles looking at me. 'Why don't you move in with me?' he asks.
'No-No I can't. We don't know each other, you don't know me.' I replied.
Oliver laughs again. He jumps in front on me, came closer to me. I can feel his breath and his strong perfume.
'I trusted you with my keys on our first day. I know whom to trust and whom, not to. I'm a bloody cop.' he said.
I can see me in his eyes. He moves closer and closer to me, our nose touching. He kisses me on my lips and I can feel it, I wanted a kiss for him. I wrapped my hands around his vest and continued kissing him.
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