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Irreplaceable (Part 1)

By IamAmber

9AM. It was the same time I saw Andrea enter this coffee shop three months ago. I can still remember how she walked past me, put her bag on the empty chair next to her then she sat down. She smelled familiar I thought to myself, so I secretly took a side glance at her. Damn! I could not see her face clearly. My curiosity grew stronger when she took out her phone. This is it!

And so I heard her voice, the voice that haunted me for the past three years. The voice that I longed to hear every time I am feeling down and depressed, the voice that I wanted to hear when I was having sex with somebody else and wished that it was really her that I am with that time. My whole body froze. I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to walk out of that coffee shop but my whole body was fixed there and do not want to make a move.

She started the discussion with the guy she met up with. “Oh! A job interview. This guy is one lucky bastard for having her as his headhunter” I said to myself, while I wished that I was the person sitting in front of her. Thousand thoughts raced inside my head, how much I wanted to hug her so tight and tell her how I missed her. I was in the middle of my daydreaming when i felt a gush of cold liquid in my right leg. The next thing I knew, I was drenched with Iced coffee and Andrea was passing some tissue papers to me. I was too irritated because I had a meeting that day but somehow I felt that it was fated to happen, because Andrea offered her room in the hotel upstairs–

“Excuse me, is this chair taken?” My thoughts were distracted by some college student. “No, go ahead you can take it” I smiled wryly at her. “Thank you!” She said giggling. I shrugged. I stared at my laptop screen, I moved the mouse pointer from one tab to another then I logged in my yahoo account and saw 550 unread messages. I deleted all of them and found Andrea’s email on top of the read messages. There were 8 email messages from her that I did not bothered replying back since she returned to Singapore three months ago. I clicked on the latest one which was sent a week ago.

She left the subject blank and in the message body she wrote: “Dear Josh, I don’t deserve this for the second time around. I hate you for being such a jerk. -A.” I felt a pang of anger for myself. I hovered my mouse pointer to the ‘Reply’ button but I backed out the last minute. I clicked logged out instead.

I took a sip at my caramel macchiato, and I couldn’t help not to think about Andrea. Her soothing yet flirty voice, her soft touch, her sweet smile and her eyes– her eyes which tells so many sad stories. I could not contain myself every time she stared at me. I just wanted to hug her so tight now.

I remembered how I felt weird back when we were in the hotel lobby, my heart was beating fast, and even more when we entered her room. She passed me the bathrobe and I took off my pants. She gave me instructions, said something about the soap, about hand washing but my mind cannot process it properly because my thoughts then was fixed on her and how I wanted to “get dirty” with her when she was talking to her boss.

I was inside her bathroom, fighting the urge not to disrespect her with my lewd thoughts. But I could not help it– no matter how I respect her, I still have my fantasies about her. Oh god how I wanted to pull her skirt up, take off her undies and run my fingers in her pussy lips. I will then insert my middle finger inside her and tease her clitoris with my thumb. I would love to hear her moan as I start flicking my tongue on her mound. I can imagine that she will beg for more–

My thoughts were distracted when she came inside the bathroom. “What now?” She asked. She was so close to me that I wanted to pull her close and lock her lips with mine. “Do you have a hair blower?” I asked her and I cursed myself for asking such a lame question. I saw her cheeks flush and that made me want her some more. I wonder what’s going on inside her head, is it something similar to what I am thinking too?—

“Uhmmmm excuse me?” The same college girl interrupted me thoughts again.
“Yes?” I asked bluntly.
She smiled but did say a word. She handed me a note that says “Whoever you are thinking of or waiting for… She’s not worth it. I’ll make it up for you baby. 0917899xxxx- Maddy ”

I chuckled as I crumpled the notepad and put it inside my pocket. “What the heck!” I sighed as I shifted my thoughts back to Andrea.

– To be continued