I woke up to someone snoring next to me. I checked my Fitbit to see the time. It was 10 am.

I got up and went into the kitchen. I started the coffee machine and thoughts about all the events that occurred yesterday started to play on my mind.

From waking up from fake Josh's bed to choosing between Dimitri and Deb. Safe to say now my life was a cheap opera show. Thank God today is a Saturday and I don't have to go to work.

I felt my phone vibrating on the table. I opened my Whatsapp to see a message from Dimitri. With trembling fingers, I opened the message.

{I don't know the reason that you didn't choose me but I really wanted you to. I don't want us to stop whatever is that we were doing before it even started. I will be waiting for your message. And please don't listen to everything that Deb says. She was not a good person then and I think she is very much the same now. Please give me a chance. - K}

I read his message again and again.

Did I make the right decision choosing Deb?

It was a obvious choice like an incompetent Donald Trump that most people chose that I was going to choose her. She was my best friend for years and we have been through thick and thin.

But what if Dimitri (or Damon my subconscious said) was telling the truth.

I couldn't lie that there were some moments in my life during which I was doubtful about Deb.

Like when we were 17, she and Pearl got into a fight and next day Deb showed me and my parents long nail marks marring her skin. I remember seeing Pearl cutting her nails only a couple of days before. How can her nails grow so fast to cause that kind of damage? She was grounded but why would Deb lie about such a thing.

Then there was that thing with Damon. I had told Deb about my crush on him and she tried to convince me that he wasn't good enough for me. The next day I found Deb kissing him in her backyard and my heart had broken into pieces.

She told me that he came to her and she couldn't say no to him but then she started going out with him and whenever we planned something, she brought him along.

He looked a bit uncomfortable with her but never raised a voice.

Then that thing with Norah, was it true?

It was too much for her to think. She needed her coffee for that.

I walked towards my bedroom and nudged Deb.

"Wake up"

"No. I don't want to."

"How can you wake up so early after watching a movie till 3"

It was true both of us watched 'Frozen' and ate ice cream till late at night. Anyways today was Saturday and I didn't have work today but Deb did.

"Don't let me push you down the bed. You have to go to work." I said

"You are so lucky you don't have a real job," She said in a sleepy voice.

"Then what do I do in Mr. Richard's office? Just pig around and watch movies." I said in a hurt voice. I had my mother to criticize each and everything in my life. I didn't want her to do the same.

"Still, it is easy." She said waking up from her slumber and walking towards my bathroom.

I decided not to reply and walked towards the kitchen, sometimes conversations like this rile me up and the drama that happened yesterday was enough for me for weeks. I didn't want fights with Deb on top of it.

Deb came in her fresh set of work outfit which I used for my supposedly 'easy job'. She always had a pair lying around my house.

"I had fun last night," She said picking up an apple from the table and biting it.

"I hope a guy would tell me something like this soon," I said chuckling.

"Why do you need a guy?" She asked curiously.

"Yeah right," I said laughing. She sometimes ranted about stuff like this. That we were independent and had no need of boys. My inner feminist would do a fist bump with her but the sex crazed harlot inside me would gravely disagree with it. I shut down the coffee machine and went in search of my favorite cup.

"No, tell me. Why we won't be enough for each other?" She asked in a tone which I didn't recognize. But I knew where this conversation, a mind war between my feminist and harlot.

"Don't you have a boyfriend to ask all these questions to?" I found my cup near the refrigerator and poured the coffee in it. Its aroma was stimulating.

"I do but we are not that serious"

"Why? But you and Peter look so cute together!"

"I know but he is just some pet project I have, anyways he is not that good in bed"

"Deb, don't act like a typical cougar and cut that boy some slack"

"What cougar? He is just 6 years younger"

"Yeah right."

"Let it be. I need to leave, if I am late today I will have to suck off my boss again" She said chugging down entire contents from my cup and ran towards the door.

"Hope you don't have to do that," I said trying not to think too much about what she just said.

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In morning I made up my mind that I wouldn't think about him the whole day but obviously, it did not happen.

Now, thinking like that, I don't think my relationships are cursed, in general, I am cursed.

Even though a man shows interest in me, I am not able to be with him.

In past life, I must have done some really bad karma that this was happening to me. I remembered Dimitri's touch and again groaned in my pillow.

I must have slept with someone's husband in past life and she must have voodooed me with a lifetime of sexual frustration.

I spent the whole day in bed and watching 'Walking Dead' and thought about how I will survive a zombie apocalypse. Every time I had an urge to call him or to just reply to his messages I had to forcefully shift my hands away.

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Next day I woke up to my phone ringing. Without even seeing the caller id I picked up the call

"Hello"

"Hello. Who are you and why are you calling me so goddamn early" I said half asleep. I liked my sleep more than Kim Kardashian loved her butt.

"Uhhmm... Ashley.. It is me, Dimitri and I am sorry, I thought... but it is 8 am"

Hearing this I sat up in a hurry and immediately regretted it. Blood started rushing to my head and I again fell down on the bed and groaned.

"Ash are you okay?" He asked in the same soft tone with which he was seducing me yesterday. I felt something in my stomach clench.

"Yes, I am. Hi"

"Hi. You didn't reply yesterday"

"Yes. I am sorry but.."

"But you don't want to upset Deb" He completed my sentence in a cold voice.

"Yes," I admitted.

"Why do you let her affect your life? She matters to you more than your happiness it seems!"

"She is my best friend" I defended her.

"I like you Ash and I want to know more you, not just in the bedroom but as a person," He said what I really wanted to hear.

"I feel the same but Deb"

"Please be selfish for once, what she doesn't know wouldn't hurt her"

"I will have to think about it" As tempting as it sounded I needed to have at least one cup of coffee before I could even start thinking.

"Ok, I will wait for your call," he said in a positive tone,"I hope you choose me this time because I am not able to take you out of my mind" With that he cut the call.

Another decision.

I banged my head on the pillow.

Ok. Two updates in two days. Wow, I am proud of myself. I have entered Wattys2017 and I want to complete this work soon.

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