Like what I used to do,I just gave him a missed call. Fuck! I was terrified. I was frustrated when he fucking didn't answer the fucking phone! Shit! I want to fuck now, I want him to touch my body and fuck me like last night. His dick was just long and hard and the finest dildo's can compare to that. I rode the taxi home and when I went home, I saw 3 missed calls from him. I lost the zest. I was damn tired to entertain him. Then he called again, shit. How am I going to entertain him when my flatmate is sleeping on the couch and I want to hide him for this poor girl is a saint, someone who would judge other women, a female chauvinist pig! There was no choice but to ignore his call. No no no I'm losing my chance on this fantasy guy. The next day, there was no call from him. He must have forgotten me intentionally. I went to the club that night and I wasn't thinking of him at all. Everybody was there. My ex-boyfriends, flings, my girlfriends, everybody. I didn't see the guy. I was just taking a look at myself in the mirror and he just appeared like a ghost at my back. He got closer, his hands slowly on my waist. He whispered to my ear, "Where were you last time? You didn't answer my call huh..." I didn't know how to react my boyfriend is at the same place this guy is flirting with me! I just stopped him and like the last time he got the signal that yes,  I have a boyfriend or boyfriends. I didn't want to lose him because I want him. I wanted him but the trust isn't there between us. So I said, I'm going upstairs just follow me. I just went to my boyfriend first because he might smell something going on... (cont'd.)