Driving Me Crazy

K'S

d into the details, there was a knock on the door, and my dad motioned for the person to come in. A familiar fragr

the one feeling scared. My dad greeted her, saying, "You're on time, Izra." I couldn't he

otested, "What do you mean, his assistant, Sir?" Taking the lead, I replied, "It means I'm his son.

the report on this file on my desk in an hour, Izra." The mere mention of her na

y blood boil. I was thinking of how to take my revenge on her but soon my phone rin

ed the

H

are you? Wanna m

see you at n

es or witho

on my mood what I

heh

op. Tonight I have a meeting with a girl and I kn

tomorrow. I went to the elevator saying so. I look back at the employees and didn't find Izra there. Where the hell is she?

nd she still decided to leave. I felt really disgrace and ma

why, but something inside me urged me to approach her. As I neared, I heard her softly mutte

orated, and I found myself

se, and then, quickly wiping

ompleting the report. I'll do it

n submit it the day after tomorrow. And make sure you

n't want to give her a sweet time. I sat in my car and drove to my home. As soon as I reached my home I went inside and saw my mother. She smiled looking at me. "Good evening." I said respectively and she smiled, "Good

me." I said with a frown. She chuckled, "Yeah, being in th

and afrer getting fresh I took my black sweat shirt out and black jeans. I set my hair with gel and after applying some perfume I open my

y restaurant, where we sipped champagne and fed each other oysters. I could

back to her place. I wa

her arm around me. I could feel her breath

the moment I called you"