Irreplaceable - Part 2

December 10, 2015 (2 years ago)
Posted in Story: Fiction, English | Categories: Erotic Couplings, Romance | Tags: , ,

Originally written by myself some two years ago. Part 1 was a repost from another site under a different user name. I just finished writing the part 2 today. 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.


I didn’t know what to do. My heart was beating fast. I have anticipated that Andrea is angry at me, hate me, even. I know her, she’s as gentle as a lamb when she’s fine, but she can be a fire-breathing dragon when she’s mad. How many times I did cried when I was alone at home (fuck yeah, I do cry over Andrea) when we argued about something and I just can’t win over her. She’s just too stubborn and opinionated. She’s smart, she’s independent, she’s fun loving, and risk-taker. I could go on describing her until I run out of words to do so.

I paced around my room. I felt the need to do something about Andrea this time. Without thinking twice, I dialed her number again and she answered it right away. I immediately spoke before she could end the call again. “Listen, Andrea. I’m a jerk, I know…” I sighed and continued, “I was and am too afraid… too afraid.” Long silence. I could hear the noise from the background on Andrea’s end, yet she remained silent. “I need you.” I sounded pathetic. Andrea laughed very hard in response to what I said. I got anxious by what she’s going to say next.

She kept laughing while in between those laughs, she asked me back, “You need me?” and without waiting for me to answer, she laughed again. I know I am in deep shit now. But since I made this move already, I should man the fuck up and settle this issue with her right away. “Andrea…” I started to speak again and she stopped laughing.

“Andrea, I’m taking a flight going to Singapore in the next days. I want to speak with you personally about this…” she cut my sentence and said “What? You? Coming here in Singapore in the next days? I’m not even in Singapore now! And fuck you very much, do you even think I will come rushing in the airport to meet you…” I scratched my head and thought, ‘definitely, I am in deep shit.’ “…I don’t want to see you anymore. I just don’t want to be in anyway connected to you. You can go and fuck off and I will no longer fucking care. Just get lost!” She ended the call.

I walked towards my bed and lay facing the ceiling. My heart was still beating like mad while I felt a pain crushing it at the same time. I could picture Andrea’s face as she spoke to me earlier. Her words cuts like dagger and what’s more painful was even though she was too angry with me, she said the words softly and calmly but full of conviction.

I went to the kitchen and took three cans of beer in the fridge. I brought them to the living room, turned on the TV and sat on the sofa. I opened the first can of beer and gulped all of its contents at one go. I stared into nothingness, the sound from the TV echoed in the room but it did not registered in my brain.

I did the same thing to Andrea three years ago when I broke up with her because I thought it would be best for both of us to just go on separately with our lives. I made a promise that I will still keep in touch with her, but she did not heard anything from me. Just the same, she sent me emails and messages, none of which I responded back. It was painful for me but it’s the only thing I knew that would help me move on as well – to just ignore her knowing that she will be fine on her own. After all, she is a strong person. Unlike me, I was nothing.

I opened another can of beer, gulped nearly half of it and then I went inside my room to get my laptop. After researching on the best airline going to Singapore, I booked a 5-day trip to Singapore. I needed to prove to Andrea that I meant it this time when I told her I need her. I need her because I love her.


4PM. I was standing in front of Andrea’s office tower, or so I guessed that place is where she is working. I did not contact Andrea after our unpleasant phone call two weeks ago because I wanted to surprise her. I stalked her and researched on where I can find her office. I also visited her old posts to see where she normally goes for dinner if in case I could not find her in the office. I even bought a fake beard to complete my incognito get-up.

I went inside the office tower and looked in the office directory. I found the name of the company where she is working and I felt happy that I am in the right tower. The good thing about her office tower is that it has a big reception and lobby complete with sofas for the visitors. There is also a cafe, which is good so at least I don’t need to go far if I feel hungry.

2 more hours and it will be her time off already. I made sure that I am paying attention to the people that were coming in and out of the lift. At around 6:30 PM, I saw Andrea step out of the lift. She was wearing a pencil cut blue skirt paired with cream-colored sleeveless top that she tucked in. She was speaking with a tall, white guy and both of them looked serious. They walked towards the lobby where I was seated and they stopped two meters away. I heard Andrea’s voice and I managed to catch a few words that she said. Fetch… Dinner… Drinks… Busy…

Another tall white guy in office attire approached them and I heard the three of them laughing. The three of them walked towards the door and I stood up so I could clearly see where they were going. The first white guy whom Andrea was with hailed a cab in the drop off and when he got in, Andrea and the second guy started walking. I stood up and followed them but kept my distance. There was not much people walking at that time, I could clearly see them two meters ahead of me. When they reached the crossing, they stopped and waited for the stoplight. The guy leaned over to say something to Andrea, and rested his right hand on her lower back.

“What the fuck was that?!” I thought to myself. I wanted to approach Andrea but I don’t want to spoil my plan. The pedestrian light turned green and they started walking again. They guy did not remove his hand from Andrea’s lower back, what’s more, he kept on leaning down to whisper something to Andrea. It clearly showed that they might be dating—or not.

They headed to one of the famous hotels in the city. I followed them inside and suspected that they might be having their dinner there but they stopped in front of the lift lobby, and while they were waiting for the door to open, I saw them kiss each other. A door opened and they went in, the guy’s hand still on Andrea’s waist. I felt a pain in my heart and I could not explain how painful it was. I sat down on one of the sofas in the hotel lobby; I felt everything at one go: my heart, broken; my feet, tired; my stomach, hungry; but I did not give up. I waited for Andrea.

12:30 AM. There was still no Andrea. I decided that I needed to go back to my hotel. My mind was racing with thoughts of what could be happening inside the hotel room between Andrea and the guy. I felt so fucked up. I was angry with myself and blamed myself why I did not approached her earlier. I took a shower and lay in the bed of my hotel. I didn’t have the appetite to eat even though I was so hungry. Tomorrow is another day, I told myself. And then I dozed into deep slumber.

There were soft knocking on the hotel door. I ignored it and shifted my attention back to my handphone, scrolling at Andrea’s Twitter account. The knocking continued. I stood up and walked towards the door and looked through the peep-hole. “Oh God of fucks!” I murmured when I saw who was standing outside my door. I immediately opened it.


She did not move. She stood there, looked at me and stared at me for almost forever and then she stepped inside my room, walked towards the window and removed her shoes. I closed the door behind me and followed her.

“Stop!” she said, without turning. Since it’s already dark outside, I could see her reflection mirrored on the glass window. Her expression was blank, whatever fuck she’s looking at outside the window, I don’t know. And I haven’t started figuring out yet how she found out where I was checked in.

She turned back and walked towards me. I could feel my heart as it pulsated inside my chest. She tugged her blouse that’s tucked in her skirt and pulled it off her head. She then pulled her skirt down while she slowly walked towards me. Now face to face with her, my heart suddenly stopped beating. I almost died when she reached for the clasp of her brassiere and removed it abruptly and dropped it on the floor. I reached out to hug her but she jerked her shoulders.

She then climbed onto the bed and positioned herself on the center. She looked at me and there I was, mind fucked, but I wasted no time and followed suit. I positioned myself on top of her, my elbows pinned on the bed. I looked at her eyes, but she looked away. I held her chin, she shifted her head and again, I looked into her eyes.

“Fuck you very much, Josh.” She said softly yet I could sense the hatred in her voice. I leaned to kiss her lips, but she did not responded. Once, twice, and thrice, I tried. But she lay still. I felt my heart breaking. Why is she doing this to me? Should I stop? Should I do what I have been longing to do to her now that she’s here with me?

I continued to plant butterfly kisses on Andrea’s neck and down to her chest. When my lips reached her nipples, I gently licked and sucked on them, one after the other. Andrea’s chest heaved as my hand fondled the other breast while I suck on the other. I moved down to her stomach and my tongue toyed with her navel. My hands crawled down to her hips and pulled her undies down. She slightly raised her ass so I could remove it completely. I then cupped her ass with my hands while my lips touched Andrea’s pussy lips. I kissed every inch of it softly until I reached her butt crack.

From there, I licked her up until my tongue reached her clit. For the first time tonight, I heard Andrea moan. What a motivation! Still cupping her ass, I lifted it while I flicked her clit with the tip of my tongue. I felt her fingers run through my head as she let out another moan…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

I was awaken by my phone’s alarm. Damn! I shook my head and tried to calm my senses. What? That was just a dream? Frustration creeped inside me again.


Tuesday, 8AM. I came early so I can wait near Andrea’s office and try to speak with her before her work starts. It was already 10 AM but there’s still no Andrea. I looked rather stupid just standing there. The guards have been looking at me from time to time. I waited for her, constantly checking her social media accounts to see whether she posted something so I can have the idea where to go looking for her. I waited there the whole day, and left the office lobby at 8PM. I felt the growing frustration inside me.

Wednesday. I was there again and I did the same thing the following day. That day was better in a way, because I saw Andrea step out of the lift alone. I walked towards her and her facial expression changed from pleasant to angry. “What are you doing here?” She said in a very low voice so as not to make any scene in the office lobby. “I told you, remember? I’m coming to visit you here…” I did not finish my sentence because she interrupted me and pulled me in one of the corners of the lobby because we are blocking the lift lobby. “There’s no need for you to come here anymore…” she stopped to wave at one group of people who stepped out of the lift and continued, “…I told you not to bother.”

She looked sharply into my eyes and sadness engulfed me. “I need to speak with you, Andrea. I w... Read More

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