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Chapter 5
The next day
I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing.
Trunks answered it, sounding really sleepy.
"I'm taking the day off. Just shut up Cicily, and let me get back to sleep."
I could hear his secretary's angry tittering before he hung up.
I laughed softly, and I swear he would have jumped out of his pants.. if he was wearing any. I laughed again, and he looked at me like he was very aggravated with me. I just gave him one of my patented innocent looks and started getting dressed.
"What are we planning for today, Mr. I-have-to-deal-with-an-angry-secretery-when-I-get-back-to-the-office?" I asked, making a little bit of fun.
He ignored my little tease and said, "We are going to go to the park and sit under a tree on a blanket. Then I am going to show you how romantic I can be without making you take your clothes off."
I blushed, pleased, and smiled my most dazzling smile at him.
"Sounds like fun"
So we packed a tiny picnic and went to the park, where Trunks and me just sort of hung out, reading or talking or whatever. I couldn't remeber when we last had so much fun.
When we got back to the house, Sicily called again, and now I heard something I did not like. Her voice had turned from whining to seductive in five seconds flat. And Trunks was looking nervous. Definitely not good. When he hung up on her, I watched him, and I guess some of my thoughts showed in my eyes.
She... It isn't what you think, Pan! Don't look at me that way.. Trunks
pleaded with me.
But I had already known. Trunks had been involved with his secretary. Trunks reached out to me, trying to hug me, but I slipped out of his grasp and ran. Pan!
I went to the park, and sat on a bench, crying. Suprisingly, no one was there, so I was left alone with my pain.
Trunks
She just left me. Pan didn't even let me explain. Sicily didn't mean anything to me, even if I went out with her since she worked with me, slept with her longer. I loved Pan. God, but I did. And I had a hard time admitting it.
She disappeared somewhere, where I haven t got a clue. She hid her ki, so I couldn t track her that way.
Well, it didn't matter. I could find her. I had too.
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Chapter 5
The next day
I woke up to the sound of a phone ringing.
Trunks answered it, sounding really sleepy.
"I'm taking the day off. Just shut up Cicily, and let me get back to sleep."
I could hear his secretary's angry tittering before he hung up.
I laughed softly, and I swear he would have jumped out of his pants.. if he was wearing any. I laughed again, and he looked at me like he was very aggravated with me. I just gave him one of my patented innocent looks and started getting dressed.
"What are we planning for today, Mr. I-have-to-deal-with-an-angry-secretery-when-I-get-back-to-the-office?" I asked, making a little bit of fun.
He ignored my little tease and said, "We are going to go to the park and sit under a tree on a blanket. Then I am going to show you how romantic I can be without making you take your clothes off."
I blushed, pleased, and smiled my most dazzling smile at him.
"Sounds like fun"
So we packed a tiny picnic and went to the park, where Trunks and me just sort of hung out, reading or talking or whatever. I couldn't remeber when we last had so much fun.
When we got back to the house, Sicily called again, and now I heard something I did not like. Her voice had turned from whining to seductive in five seconds flat. And Trunks was looking nervous. Definitely not good. When he hung up on her, I watched him, and I guess some of my thoughts showed in my eyes.
She... It isn't what you think, Pan! Don't look at me that way.. Trunks
pleaded with me.
But I had already known. Trunks had been involved with his secretary. Trunks reached out to me, trying to hug me, but I slipped out of his grasp and ran. Pan!
I went to the park, and sat on a bench, crying. Suprisingly, no one was there, so I was left alone with my pain.
Trunks
She just left me. Pan didn't even let me explain. Sicily didn't mean anything to me, even if I went out with her since she worked with me, slept with her longer. I loved Pan. God, but I did. And I had a hard time admitting it.
She disappeared somewhere, where I haven t got a clue. She hid her ki, so I couldn t track her that way.
Well, it didn't matter. I could find her. I had too.