Wicked Cravings. The Human Mate

them down, dug through my bag and retrieved my pocket mirror. My black eyes looked tired but sharp. My lip-gloss was a bit smudged from batting my lips together all morning. I lifted my bla

Robertson's on Monday. Their case was really giving me a tough time. I couldn't comprehend why someone would get married to a man she knew dreamt o

seemed too keen on avoiding the subject altogether but I suspect that my mum's pregnancy wasn't exactly a bed of roses. She probably to

ce door and walk in. She was smiling her 'I have something big to tell you smile'. Her red lipstick was brighter

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r my desk and handed me her phon

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rising journalist of the century. She's working for Vogue magazine n

hotos public. I don't enjoy the extra att

Anyways, pick you up at your place? Or a

ot going out tonight." I speak while I pick

riend pick the perfect venue for her 25th

r-week nights in a row. I don't know about you Suzanne but hitting the ground running this entire week has taken its toll on me. I'm stay

night. Lots of cute guys hit the

at me. She hates the resolve in my tone and is trying to th

wenty two years old, you sure beh

ng, "I know you meant that as an insult,

se just then my desk phone buzzes. I replace by br

I speak int

but doesn't forget to mouth the words pick

ce calls out to me from t

are briefly at the phone at the desk to conf

u busy?" Her words rush out of he

mum?" I settle i