Mercedes-Benz

Monica paced back and forth in her bedroom, calling Blake. She has been trying to reach him for the nth time but no response. She's texting him, but with no success. Monica gave up once again and flunked down on her bed.

Blake stated he's having a great time with his girlfriend, and so… he must have caught up with Noelle? So, what was she, a disposal, a rubbish, a trash that should be thrown?

Monica laid down at her side, trying to figure out what was wrong with her. Is it because she's too flirty to make Blake deal with her? For Blake to be serious about her in a lot of time possible that he courted Noelle more than the girl he knew first?

"Am I ugly?" Monica asked. She shot straight up and looked at her bare face in the mirror.

No, she isn't. In fact, she was more gorgeous than that Noelle.

As Monica was giving up from calling and texting Blake, she headed to the bathroom to take an hour-long bath. Monica was about to pull out from her hot clothes when her cell phone started to ring. She ran straight to her bed and retrieved it to see… it was Blake!

She grinned, ear to ear, and she couldn't contain the happiness exploding inside her chest.

"Hi. I was trying to…"

"Where are you?" His voice sounded raspy. With her happiness tagging along because of Blake's call, it was changed to another tone. She sighed, and licked her bottom lips. What happened to him? Did he…

"I'm here at my condo. Why? Should we see each other or you're dropping by here?"

Blake sighed restlessly. He didn't say anything and stayed quiet.

"Blake. Did something happen today? You can tell me everything," Monica assured.

Blake composed himself for a while before stating, "I'm already at your door. Open it."

Monica was puzzled. She arranged her shirt and made sure her hair wasn't messy before coming to the door. Holding the phone intact, she swung the door open, and there was Blake, all good, but his eyes… was puffier. He has been crying the whole time.

He lowered down his cell phone and end the call. Monica looked at him with soft eyes.

"What happened, Blake?" She was worried. Only to him, and not to another man.

He took a step forward, coming inside the condominium. Monica stepped backward, being cautious by his silence. Blake closed the door and locked it. Monica's heart beat raced, and she asked, "What makes you drop by here? Is there something wrong?"

He's still leaning his forehead by the door.

"Blake, you can tell me everything. What happened?" She's getting anxious, and it's not good in her heart to be in such a state. Blake turned around, breathing heavily, and glanced a Monica emotionlessly. He bit his bottom lip and burst out crying.

Monica approached him, but he avoided her touch. He wagged his hands in front of her.

"Noelle broken up with me. I stayed there at the hotel thinking where I have gone wrong. And oh man, I was such a bastard for not thinking that it is because of you and my poor decision and judgment. I really suck, right? For breaking off to that graceful and beautiful woman just so I could have a night with you?!"

Clearly, Monica's worry washed away with regret and fury. Now, she has been blamed for what she is doing. Monica stood there, aloof, waiting for Blake to throw all his hate towards her. She wouldn't stand here as defeated as every girl would do.

"I just realized how much I've ruined myself to have another set of lips to taste me. And you, I didn't fail myself on choosing myself over that seduction, but I still fell on the trap. How can I fall on the trap you had made, Monica?! I was so angry at myself right now!"

His cries became heavier. He tried to point at her, but his ego and pride was falling apart. Blake had to deal with it so many times, and so, the only thing he can do no was to kneel. It isn't for Monica's forgiveness, but to suffer in the failure of containing his pleasure to just one woman.

"Blake…" Monica can't help having her eyes wet, too.

"Stand up there, you…"

Blake's walls had given up, and he had to release out his frustration over his tears.

…

Cole and Noelle gone into lunch after that intimate moment. He ordered some bento boxes, and they enjoyed it at the coffee table while having the normal talk about how their day went.

Cole asked, "You look really happy now, Noelle. Is it because you escaped from Blake already?"

Noelle chewed the crispy chicken meat for a while. Then, she answered, "He's an asshole. He doesn't think before doing it, in which I hated him for it. Men really does have a tendency to do things that are beyond their capacity. And when they already did, they'll keep apologizing like they never thought of it in the first place."

Cole held onto his chopsticks. He tilted his head to one side, asking, "Have you ever wondered if I am looking out for you?"

Noelle tasted the veggies first before answering, "I forgot my feelings for you a long time ago. I went to college, and in there, I… found someone else."

Cole got curious on who it was. Looking at Noelle, he asked, "Did you even wonder if he's here? I mean, your college sweetheart, of course."

Noelle shook her head. "That boy wouldn't come in here in this kind of filthy industry, Cole. Plus, he's educated and rich. How can he stay here filming intercourse scenes all the time? I mean… think of it, Cole. We're just here because we wanted to survive and when it happened, it become a life now."

Cole finished his rice and wondered, "Do you think you'll be here for a long time?"

Noelle chewed on the last bit of her meat first before formulating an answer. In fact, she's furious of her indecision. She doesn't have anything better to do than doing porn.

"I should. I still want to buy my own car. In fact, I am planning to buy it after I got my earnings from our short script."

Noelle shrugged, and had a lot of plans outlined for the rest of the year. And without Blake, it was the best motive for now.

"What kind of car do you want?" Cole questioned.

"Mercedes-Benz. I am planning to check tomorrow after work," she admitted.