Stalking The Author

"I wish I'm a ghost." I slumped on the sofa while sipping my cold beer.

"Okay... I can be your genie, you got two more. Hit me with your best."

I throw a pillow at her which she catches expertly.

"Anyway, why would you want to wish that?" Gemma, my loyal cousin asked as she patiently stays by my side and listens to my crazy talk.

"Why? so I can latch onto my honey bun bun, obviously!"

"You are one deranged woman." She laughed and continue mixing her vodka orange with a tint of lemon before she drinks it slowly.

"Tell me you don't think he's hot!"

"I don't think he's hot." She said repeating the words within seconds, making me rolled my eyes at her.

"Fuck you, Gemma. You're just jealous!"

"You're not even drunk Ella, and you're delusional already! your mom and dad will drag you back home if you kept on harassing the guy."

"Oh! I missed mom and dad."

"You missed her cooking." She teased knowing my belly is too weak for mom's homemade fried chicken.

"Erm, yeah mom's cooking for sure, and I know you do too! just imagine the crispiness and the juices that flow when we sink our teeth into those drumsticks." I smirked and take a big gulp of my beer, making her laughed again.

"And I'm not harassing him! I haven't even called him this week. Some people have to work you know." I squinted my eyes at my cousin who's also my best friend, we even have matching tattoos.

"It's still Tuesday, you have plenty of time before this week ended." She shook her head while giving me the look.

"You know me best!" I winked and clinked our drinks before she continues the work on her laptop and I was back to reading Brice Durant's newest book.

I was resting back on the sofa and sipping my drink slowly while my mind was deep into his book. I was biting my lip, reading in anticipation of what's to come as the suspense build. Then I was curling my toes when the sexy scenes were described explicitly for my virgin corrupt mind.

"You're reading the nasties aren't you?"

"What? no, how could you tell? even if I am, so what? I'm twenty-three, I'm old enough for these kinds of books."

Gemma laughed at me and continue typing on her laptop. She's a personal assistant who has a boss that's making her slave for her work. It was way past office hours and she was still typing on her laptop.

"You should really consider your life choices Gemma, that boss of yours is taking advantage of your willingness to slave for him."

She smiled and drink her vodka as if it was coffee that's going to run through her veins.

"I'm working my way up the company's ladder, I'm not like you who has parents that approved their only daughter career path."

"What? I'm a very well-known artist in my field. I just need the right time and an agent with the same vision as mine."

"Ella, you're only doing portraits of him! how the hell do you call that a vision? you have a borderline stalker tendency."