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    I texted Fene briefly and waited for a few minutes, but she hadn’t replied yet. Uncertain, after a day passed without any news on Saturday, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I was taken aback by all the changes that had urred in Fene.


    She was no longer the vulnerable girl overshadowed by bullies. She had a sessful career, her beauty had blossomed, and she had be skilled in lovemaking.


    The thought of other men being intimate with her makes me mad. Each time I imagined her with someone else, a mix of anger and pain surged in my chest and neck.


    How many men had touched her? How often did she engage in lovemaking? Did her ex satisfy her every time? How many times did she reach climax in one session? Who took her virginity?


    These questions consumed my mind, fueling a burning jealousy within me. It felt like a fire burning with kindling and charcoal, consuming my heart.


    Fene seemed to upy my thoughts constantly. Memories of our childhood, our first kiss, and our prom night kept resurfacing, especially the night we made love for the first time.


    I missed her.


    As my phone notification rang, I set down my beer ss and picked up the phone from the sofa to read Fene’s reply message:


    ‘Hi, Laird. Today went great!’


    ‘The office event was amazing, but it was more tiring than I expected.’


    ‘How was your weekend?’


    A smile graced my face as I read her message. I replied, my focus solely on the phone, disregarding the TV ying in front of me:


    ‘Today was dull. I missed drinking with the famous model.’


    ‘d your event went well.’


    ‘Tell me more about your day.’


    I watched as Fene typed a response. Sipping my beer, I noticed the Red Sox scoring a home run in the third inning on TV. Cheering, I nced back at my phone. The message tone interrupted my focus once more; it was from Fene:


    ‘Well, there was a weing party for the new owner of my model agency.’


    ‘Then my new boss had all the models showcase their talents for the selection of the main model to rece Yuri Wu.’


    Reading her message, I furrowed my brow. Maybe Fene forgot that I wasn’t familiar with the model industry. I didn’t know who Yuri Wu was, and her message was somewhat hard for me to grasp. Sensing there were more stories behind her texts, I decided to switch off the TV and dial Fene’s number.


    “Hey,” I said as she answered on the fourth ring.


    “Hi, Laird,” Fene replied.


    “It seems like you have a lot to share about today,” I said with a wry smile.


    “Uh, yeah. Sorry, I find it hard to exin in writing.” Fene’s softughter echoed through the phone.


    It seemed like the old Fene still lingered within her. She always felt morefortable speaking than writing, which was reflected in her academic essays being rated poorlypared to her verbal presentations.


    The hope kindled within me, hoping to rediscover the Fene who once cared for me and mend our rtionship to its former state.


    “It’s alright. I understand. Even though I’m really curious to hear your story, unfortunately, I can’te to meet you.”


    “Why is that?” Fene asked.


    “You seem tired, and I have a morning meeting with a client tomorrow. That’s why I decided to just call you.”


    Fene fell silent for a while, then cleared her throat.


    “Alright. I’ll start with this morning’s event,” Fene said calmly.


    For over half an hour, I listened to how Fene’s day unfolded. There were several key points I could grasp.


    Firstly, I might have a newpetitor. Fene’s new boss, n, seemed very interested in her. Secondly, Fene would be extremely busy until next week with preparations for a party event. Thirdly, Fene would be even busier if she signed as the main model at her agency.


    “Hey, that’s good news. Do you need help reviewing the contractter? Maybe we can negotiate some risky uses for you,” I offered my assistance.


    “Will you help me? Oh, no, wait. I don’t have the money to pay for your services as awyer. You must work at an expensive and prestigious firm,” Fene teased. I chuckled for a moment.


    “Not that expensive. I’m still a newwyer,” I humbly replied.


    “Don’t you have your own firm?” Fene asked.


    “Of course not. It’s not that easy to open your own firm. I need a partner, capital, and a reputable name to be trusted by clients. I’ve only been awyer for six months, just so you know,” I chuckled lightly.


    “Well, I’m sure your name will soar as awyer. With your brilliant mind, handsomeness, and integrity, I don’t think it will be long before you’re on TV handling big cases,” Fene expressed her belief.


    Once again, I could onlyugh at Fene’s daydreams. God, somehow Fene always managed to amuse me. Her imagination, the determination she held, and her way of speaking sometimes left me astonished.


    “No, you’re mistaken. I don’t intend to continue being awyer, especially not in my father’s firm,” I said with a faint smile.


    “So, you’re working at your father’s firm now? In New York?” she asked, puzzled.


    “Yup. He opened new branches in New York, London, and Singapore. I’m just adding my name to the list ofwyers in this branch. It won’t be long; maybe another year,” I exined slowly, realizing I was sharing my dreams with Fene.


    “Oh, I thought you were going to say you wanted to be a Red Sox athlete.”


    Once again, Fene’s words and visions of me left me amazed. I chuckled at her statement. My body rxed again, and Iy back on my sofa, still holding the phone to my ear with one hand.


    “That dream has long been shattered since I failed the athlete selection back then. Remember?”


    Memories of the tough days in the summer trying out for athletic training shed through my mind. I felt the bitter taste of significant failure, but I epted it. Instead of stubbornly pursuing what my father opposed, I followed the path he opened for me until now.


    “The only one willing to ept me with my baseball hitting ability was Harvard.”


    “Oh, Harvard. Is that where you learned to satisfy women?” Fene teased.


    My eyes blinked at Fene’s words. A smirk returned to my face. I vividly remembered Fene’s moans when she reached climax beneath me.


    “Why do you ask? Are you also keen on going to Harvard for that?” I teased her softly.


    “Hm, I prefer self-learning. Jumping straight into practice has enriched me with experience.” Fene spoke again, this time in a softer tone.


    The memory of Fene’s hand on my cock immediately elicited a reaction in my body. Coupled with jealousy as a trigger, I felt my body igniting once again.


    “Is that so? So that’s why you were able to satisfy me so much?” I asked with a thin grin.


    “Yes, I remember it,” Fene whispered in my ear, tormenting me even more.


    “What do you remember?” I challenged her again, raising an eyebrow.


    “I remember I had given you the highest pleasure.”


    God! I now had a glimmer of hope once again.


    “Do you remember the moments when you reached orgasms repeatedly in the early morning?” I asked to confirm.


    “Oh, don’t worry, Laird. I can tell about it all night,” Fene sighed over the phone.