Chapter-1

I've been staring at the email from the job I applied for in New York for the past five minutes.

I'm not sure if I should be excited or nervous if I actually get the job.

Four months ago, I completed my fourth year of university and received a bachelor's degree in arts. I've worked extremely hard for it, and completing my year has been the best thing that has ever happened to me.

I knew my parents wouldn't be thrilled for me. They fabricated excuses to not even attend my graduation. Only my older sister attended my graduation.

I knew my parents had no justification; they simply disliked the notion that I wanted to be a photographer and still believed it was not a good job for me. I studied painting and photography, and I believe I could get a really amazing career that pays well, but they have given up faith in me. I didn't want to be unhappy during my own graduation, so I blocked my parents from my thoughts that day.

I've applied for jobs in Seattle, New York, Orlando, and Colorado, and the only one that has responded is in New York. At first, I wasn't sure if I should only apply to New York.

But I decided to do it anyhow because it would be a great chance to get closer to my boyfriend, Ezra. I haven't seen him since spring break, when he came here to see me months before I graduated. He was very thoughtful, and we had a great time. I just miss him and want to be close to him again, like we used to be.

He could not attend my graduation, and I could not attend his either. It was the same day, so we couldn't celebrate together. After that, it was summer, and he told me he was busy, which gave me time to apply to several positions.

"It's now or never," I said.

I clicked on the email, and my eyes opened with delight.

Congratulations, STELLA MONET!!!

You have been accepted to work with us here in Manhattan, New York.

We look forward to working with you. Stella.

We'd like to see you here on Monday.

Other links, paragraphs, and security rules were supplied to me, but I didn't have time to read them all. I'm too thrilled to move; I'm sitting like a crazy person, beaming at the screen.

The first person I want to tell is Ezra, but it would be much better if I surprised him in New York.

I couldn't contain my joy, so I spammed my friend's group chat to let them know I was approved for a job in New York. New York is one of the best destinations for photographers, and now that I've been approved, it will be a significant change for me, and I'm eager to do all it takes to make my photography popular.

I should be in New York by Sunday to prepare for work on Monday, but right now it's Thursday...

I start to panic; will I be able to get an affordable ticket? Will I ever get my ticket on time?

While navigating through the buying travel app, I was breathing heavily and afraid that I wouldn't find an airline ticket in time.

Suddenly The ringtone on my phone startled me and I jumped. Why does it have to be this loud?

It was EZRA... I needed to act calm so he wouldn't know anything was up.

I take a deep breath before picking up the call.

"Hi, babe," I say calmly.

"Hey," his voice sounded odd, as if he were sick or fatigued.

"Are you okay?" I questioned her worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine, sorry," he said, clearing his throat. "I just wanted to know how you're doing, and the places you applied to for work, did they get back to you?"

Oh, I recall telling him I had applied to a few places but had not mentioned New York to him. Thank God.

"Uh no....not yet."

"That's fine; I'm sure you'll get accepted to any work; don't worry; maybe they are just taking their time to view your résumé."

"Yeah maybe." I lied. I tried to suppress my excitement at finally working in my ideal city.

We talked for over an hour, and it makes me sad that I wasn't there for him; he didn't sound pleased when he called, or I was overreacting, and he just woke up, which is why he sounded exhausted.

I miss holding hands, kissing, and fucking him. I miss him pounding into me, making me cum all over his dick, and then licking it off.

Thinking about this was already getting me wet.

I took care of my wet pussy, and after cumming from using my dildo several times, I considered taking a picture of it and sending it to Ezra, but then I remembered I'd be seeing him in less than a week.

I immediately realized I hadn't booked my flight yet; I was on the phone with Ezra before going to masturbate.

What is the fuck wrong with me?