Page 7 of Up All Night
“I work every day too. I feel like I always work.”So much for this super sweet and sexy conversation, huh? If this guy worked every damn day and didn’t have time to screw a girl silly, what the heeeelllll was he doing on a dating app? Jacking off while talking to me?
“Too sad. We should relax.”
I knew better than to think a “together” was implied there. Live in Japan long enough and you know that “together” is never implied.
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“Sorry. I fell asleep.”
I stopped combing my hair as soon as I saw that message. A new day, a new round of my neighbor’s bed smacking against the wall while he and his girlfriend moaned their whole lives away. Seemed fitting that I would get a message from Hadrian while this was going on at one in the afternoon.
“It’s okay. You work today?”
“Yes. I work.”
“At the restaurant? What do you do?”Creeper Cyndi, that’s me.
“I do everything. Sometimes bar. Sometimes cook. Always chat with people.”
No wonder the guy was too tired to talk to me. He did this every day for who knew how many hours? The life of an immigrant isn’t easy anywhere.
As much as I liked what I knew of Hadrian, I started to lose hope that we would go out. If he had wanted to, he would have asked by now, right? That’s what I thought as I packed up my work things and headed down to yet another café to work on a book that was nothing but billionaires fucking their mistresses. Occasionally Hadrian sent me a message, and I swiped right on a few other hotties, but I already wrote this whole stupid idea off.
Even though I really, really wanted a… date. Yes. Date.
Ladies, you know how it is. Your body is screaming at you to do something, and it’s not happy when you respond with a big fatfuck you, we’re going solo yet again.I would like to personally thank Japan for having detachable showerheads in every shower, but many times it’s not enough. Sure, you get off because you know what you like. Sometimes your body is even happy for a few days afterward. Like a man, you jerk off, you move on, life goes on as usual.
And other times you’re dying for some actual physical interaction.
Like I said, it had been too long since I last knew what it was like to have a good looking guy fawn over my body and act like I was the hottest encounter they ever had. I wanted kisses. I wanted that look of desire as a man’s eyes traversed my body and imagined what it looked like beneath my clothes. I wanted a man to get hard when he looked at me. I then wanted him to fuck the shit out of me as my body finally got what it was screaming for.
This is the fate of a romance author. The lives of our characters are always way more exciting than our own. That’s why everything seems so fantastic. They’re all personal fantasies to some extent. We take our sexual frustrations and channel them into stories that may or may not make us money. Because if I’m going to be crying for some random dude to fuck me, I better be getting some money to compensate me!
Still, I couldn’t get my hopes up. I knew how this worked. I fancied a hot guy, he entertained me for a few minutes… and then said hot guy realized how hot he was and knew he could get someone hotter than me if he put a little effort into it. Unfortunately for me, even though I think I look pretty damn good, I don’t fall under a lot ofconventionally attractivebanners and people love making sure I know that.
So far, the only real prospect who had contacted me was Hadrian. All my messages to other men were met with silence, and the only two others to contact me first were Mr. Neckbeard and Mr. Japanese Fetishist. I was on a real roll.
But I guess any good attention was, well, good attention. I counted my blessings as I went about my day and tried to not let the fact that everywhere I went I was surrounded by canoodling couples make me feel worse.
Then I came home. My neighbor? Was on a fucking tear.
I honestly never saw his girlfriend, but I imagined a woman who walked bowlegged because her pussy had been pounded to death. Actually, she probably didn’t walk at all. I don’t think my neighbor ever gave her the chance to get out of his bed for the past week, let alone actually leave the building.
Must have been nice!
It was the perfect storm of being horny and having the fact that other people have hot, ridiculous sex shoved into my face. If the universe were a person, it was that asshole prep kid at your high school who wears the latest designer wear and always had the latest gaming systems at his disposal.“Sup, Cyndi? You want this? Well, you can’t have it! Hahaha! I’ma tie you up – totally not kinky though, of course – and make you watch me play the latest game you really want for yourself!”
The universe is a fucking shitheel.
I forced myself to listen to them have one thundering orgasm after another, my body on the verge of a revolt if I didn’t get some of my own soon.Theyweren’t necessarily turning me on. What was turning me on – and making me so damn mad – was knowing I couldn’t get it as easily as these fools could. That I had gone so long without. That the only people who messaged me on a fucking dating app in a city of over eight million people were two weirdos and a guy who was never gonna ask me out even though he kept responding to my messages.
Fuckmy feminine wiles! Fuck playing even a two-minute game of hard to get! I was going to hit the universe upside the head and get what I fucking wanted!
Some damn hot sex!
“Hey, what are you doing tomorrow?”I messaged Hadrian.
“Tomorrow I have day off.”
