The entire Thursday was a blur to me. I didn’t do much after the morning meeting and spent most of the day on the sofa with my laptop on the coffee table. I wondered is Jasmine was disappointed that she didn’t get naked cuddles.
Friday I was supposed to have my weekly session with Rebecca but I didn’t go back to the office. Told her I wasn’t feeling well so she was ok to do it virtually.
I let Jasmine listen in, although I probably shouldn’t have, and thankfully, Rebecca didn’t do her usual nonsense of badmouthing Jasmine.
After the session, Jasmine told me she kind of felt guilty that she caused me such trouble. But at least it was clear that my work performance had not been affected by the letter.
Over the two days, I diligently monitored my pee. There was no blood, so I suppose my kidneys weren’t damaged.
Perhaps I was lucky. Alan didn’t hit me as hard as Ann’s husband previously. Maybe he was weak, or maybe he was merely sending me a message. Yet I couldn’t help but wonder what I would do if I encountered him again. Would I fight back to defend myself? Or would I simply let him beat me senseless before hopefully somebody called the police. That was one sure way of getting him out of Jasmine’s life. But the risks were too great.
It didn’t appear to me that she was doing anything to accelerate the proceedings between them, but it wasn’t my place to rush her. Besides, I was getting pretty well taken care of by her, and sometimes Alicia, when she was home.
Alicia, on the other hand, kept teasing me sexually. I didn’t know what she was trying to do. I thought she had already moved on from me. To her credit, she didn’t call Darren over anymore this week. Perhaps she didn’t want me to feel obligated to pleasure Jasmine in my current state, and didn’t want to make her jealous that she couldn’t get his monster cock while I was there with her.
Honestly, I think I wouldn’t really mind if she did still see Darren during this period as our relationship wasn’t properly defined yet, as long as she told me about it. It wasn’t so much about asking for permission, but more of a courtesy I guess. Again, I guess the lack of possessiveness would probably be detrimental to the relationship. But right now, there wasn’t a real relationship.
Friday night I was feeling better so we decided to head out for dinner.
As usual, we went to Northpoint, but this time, went for Japanese food instead.
Being a Friday night, it was super crowded and by the time we were seated it was already 8. She had some udon thing, while I just ate sushi and some other stuff.
After dinner I decided to head home, having spent the entire week over at her place. My parents weren’t surprised that I was gone the whole time, they were probably used to me no being around much anyway.
The weekend was spent in front of the PC, playing games. I guess I needed something to take my mind off things.
At least I wasn’t pissing blood, and the bruised ribs were slowly healing. I needed to get back in shape for an entire week in the office.
Other than the expected “Are you ok?” texts, Jasmine didn’t text much over the weekend. It was in fact Bro EoS who had telegrammed me a couple of times and was rather concerned about the situation. I ignored him for awhile but eventually told him I was fine and he left it at that.
Common sense told me I probably should just leave Jasmine alone until she finalized her divorce, but somehow something kept drawing me towards her. I guess Monday might be slightly awkward since we were going to be in the office together.
The entire Thursday was a blur to me. I didn’t do much after the morning meeting and spent most of the day on the sofa with my laptop on the coffee table. I wondered is Jasmine was disappointed that she didn’t get naked cuddles.
Friday I was supposed to have my weekly session with Rebecca but I didn’t go back to the office. Told her I wasn’t feeling well so she was ok to do it virtually.
I let Jasmine listen in, although I probably shouldn’t have, and thankfully, Rebecca didn’t do her usual nonsense of badmouthing Jasmine.
After the session, Jasmine told me she kind of felt guilty that she caused me such trouble. But at least it was clear that my work performance had not been affected by the letter.
Over the two days, I diligently monitored my pee. There was no blood, so I suppose my kidneys weren’t damaged.
Perhaps I was lucky. Alan didn’t hit me as hard as Ann’s husband previously. Maybe he was weak, or maybe he was merely sending me a message. Yet I couldn’t help but wonder what I would do if I encountered him again. Would I fight back to defend myself? Or would I simply let him beat me senseless before hopefully somebody called the police. That was one sure way of getting him out of Jasmine’s life. But the risks were too great.
It didn’t appear to me that she was doing anything to accelerate the proceedings between them, but it wasn’t my place to rush her. Besides, I was getting pretty well taken care of by her, and sometimes Alicia, when she was home.
Alicia, on the other hand, kept teasing me sexually. I didn’t know what she was trying to do. I thought she had already moved on from me. To her credit, she didn’t call Darren over anymore this week. Perhaps she didn’t want me to feel obligated to pleasure Jasmine in my current state, and didn’t want to make her jealous that she couldn’t get his monster cock while I was there with her.
Honestly, I think I wouldn’t really mind if she did still see Darren during this period as our relationship wasn’t properly defined yet, as long as she told me about it. It wasn’t so much about asking for permission, but more of a courtesy I guess. Again, I guess the lack of possessiveness would probably be detrimental to the relationship. But right now, there wasn’t a real relationship.
Friday night I was feeling better so we decided to head out for dinner.
As usual, we went to Northpoint, but this time, went for Japanese food instead.
Being a Friday night, it was super crowded and by the time we were seated it was already 8. She had some udon thing, while I just ate sushi and some other stuff.
After dinner I decided to head home, having spent the entire week over at her place. My parents weren’t surprised that I was gone the whole time, they were probably used to me no being around much anyway.
The weekend was spent in front of the PC, playing games. I guess I needed something to take my mind off things.
At least I wasn’t pissing blood, and the bruised ribs were slowly healing. I needed to get back in shape for an entire week in the office.
Other than the expected “Are you ok?” texts, Jasmine didn’t text much over the weekend. It was in fact Bro EoS who had telegrammed me a couple of times and was rather concerned about the situation. I ignored him for awhile but eventually told him I was fine and he left it at that.
Common sense told me I probably should just leave Jasmine alone until she finalized her divorce, but somehow something kept drawing me towards her. I guess Monday might be slightly awkward since we were going to be in the office together.
Monday was a normal day in the office.
We went about our usual tasks after the morning meeting.
Jasmine and I had lunch at the hawker centre. After lunch we walked back to the office when she suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the shophouses.
J: Follow me.
I wondered what was going on.
We walked quickly along the shophouses.
Me: What’s going on?
J: I saw Alan.
Me: Are you sure?
J: Yes.
Me: Where are we going?
J: Not back by that way obviously.
Me: Are you afraid?
J: Are you?
Me: No?
J: Avoiding conflict the.
Me: If he touches you he’ll be in trouble. I’m sure he knows that.
J: I’m not worried about me. You’re the one who can’t defend himself. And willingly gets beaten up.
Me: I just don’t want trouble.
J: You’re being stupid. What if he isn’t alone? What if he’s armed?
I recalled getting ambushed by Ann’s husband years ago. But it happened at night, in a quiet place. Surely Alan wouldn’t dare to try something in broad daylight, during lunch time, in a crowded place?
Me: Is he?
J: Is he what?
Me: Not alone and armed.
J: How would I know? But I don’t intend to find out.
We practically traversed the entire row of shop houses, and ended up near the interim hawker centre.
Me: Now what?
Jasmine looked over her shoulder.
J: Shit.
I turned and saw what looked like Alan, and 2 other guys beside him. They seemed to be with him. They weren’t running, but walking at a faster than usual pace towards us.
Me: You sure that’s him?
J: You sure you’re not blind?
Me: It looks like him.
She pulled me into the MRT.
Me: Erm. How does this help?
J: The police?
Me: You mean transit security?
J: Those people with guns la.
Me: I’m sure it’s not that serious.
J: Who knows.
Me: How exactly are we heading back to the office this way?
J: Trust me.
We exited on the other side of the road. I couldn’t tell if he had entered the station or not, but we hurried back down towards the general direction of the office.
Me: You know he can always go to the office and make a scene right.
J: He can, but the police will come.
We managed to get back to the office without encountering Alan again.
Shirlyn had also just returned from lunch.
S: You two look like you’ve just had a workout.
J: Sorry. We were avoiding my ex-husband.
I wondered why Jasmine was being so forthcoming with her.
S: Oh. Sorry to hear that. Are you ok?
J: Actually he got beaten up last week.
She pointed at me.
S: What???
Me: I’m fine.
J: He’s a pussy.
S: Oh. Well, I guess he is pretty out of shape.
And now somehow they decided to gang up on me.
Cheryl appeared out of nowhere.
C: Who’s a pussy?
J: Mark.
C: Is he?
She related the whole story again.
C: Oh no. Should we be worried? What if he comes here?
J: I’m not worried. For myself. It’s just this pussy that I’m worried about.
C: Eh wait. I just realized something.
J: Ya la. I’m seeing him ok? Don’t ask anymore.
C: I knew it! And he still said nothing was going on. Liar.
S: He was protecting her.
This was another time I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. But at least Jasmine came clean about us. That was a good sign I guess. I suppose it meant she was serious about our future, if we even had one together.
I excused myself to go to the washroom, leaving the three girls to gossip about me.
I was washing my hands when the door opened and three guys came in.
A: Mark you son of a bitch.
Me: Fuck.
Monday was a normal day in the office.
We went about our usual tasks after the morning meeting.
Jasmine and I had lunch at the hawker centre. After lunch we walked back to the office when she suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me towards the shophouses.
J: Follow me.
I wondered what was going on.
We walked quickly along the shophouses.
Me: What’s going on?
J: I saw Alan.
Me: Are you sure?
J: Yes.
Me: Where are we going?
J: Not back by that way obviously.
Me: Are you afraid?
J: Are you?
Me: No?
J: Avoiding conflict the.
Me: If he touches you he’ll be in trouble. I’m sure he knows that.
J: I’m not worried about me. You’re the one who can’t defend himself. And willingly gets beaten up.
Me: I just don’t want trouble.
J: You’re being stupid. What if he isn’t alone? What if he’s armed?
I recalled getting ambushed by Ann’s husband years ago. But it happened at night, in a quiet place. Surely Alan wouldn’t dare to try something in broad daylight, during lunch time, in a crowded place?
Me: Is he?
J: Is he what?
Me: Not alone and armed.
J: How would I know? But I don’t intend to find out.
We practically traversed the entire row of shop houses, and ended up near the interim hawker centre.
Me: Now what?
Jasmine looked over her shoulder.
J: Shit.
I turned and saw what looked like Alan, and 2 other guys beside him. They seemed to be with him. They weren’t running, but walking at a faster than usual pace towards us.
Me: You sure that’s him?
J: You sure you’re not blind?
Me: It looks like him.
She pulled me into the MRT.
Me: Erm. How does this help?
J: The police?
Me: You mean transit security?
J: Those people with guns la.
Me: I’m sure it’s not that serious.
J: Who knows.
Me: How exactly are we heading back to the office this way?
J: Trust me.
We exited on the other side of the road. I couldn’t tell if he had entered the station or not, but we hurried back down towards the general direction of the office.
Me: You know he can always go to the office and make a scene right.
J: He can, but the police will come.
We managed to get back to the office without encountering Alan again.
Shirlyn had also just returned from lunch.
S: You two look like you’ve just had a workout.
J: Sorry. We were avoiding my ex-husband.
I wondered why Jasmine was being so forthcoming with her.
S: Oh. Sorry to hear that. Are you ok?
J: Actually he got beaten up last week.
She pointed at me.
S: What???
Me: I’m fine.
J: He’s a pussy.
S: Oh. Well, I guess he is pretty out of shape.
And now somehow they decided to gang up on me.
Cheryl appeared out of nowhere.
C: Who’s a pussy?
J: Mark.
C: Is he?
She related the whole story again.
C: Oh no. Should we be worried? What if he comes here?
J: I’m not worried. For myself. It’s just this pussy that I’m worried about.
C: Eh wait. I just realized something.
J: Ya la. I’m seeing him ok? Don’t ask anymore.
C: I knew it! And he still said nothing was going on. Liar.
S: He was protecting her.
This was another time I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. But at least Jasmine came clean about us. That was a good sign I guess. I suppose it meant she was serious about our future, if we even had one together.
I excused myself to go to the washroom, leaving the three girls to gossip about me.
I was washing my hands when the door opened and three guys came in.
A: Mark you son of a bitch.
Me: Fuck.
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
Bro shrouded, dun mind us alright? Dun feel offended. Just stating our views. We only know what u write, actual feelings are hard to put down in words.
Please continue your update.
I’m sure bro EOS is joking about meeting jasmine hahahaha.
It’s cool. My story has been controversial since I started it.
And yes, it’s very hard to express the feelings. I’m naturally not very possessive, and as most of you know already, pretty wishy-washy. I just go with the flow.
Anyway if EoS is meeting Darren, maybe he can ask him if Jasmine is still sleeping with him. I’m confident the answer is no.
Maybe he’ll get introduced to Alicia and Felicia.
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Originally Posted by
sexcision
Exactly bro, can also feel that from his writing that he is wanting a more exclusive relationship. But somehow or rather, he still can accept her riding another dick or can he?
To me, being exclusive is by default when both party feels that they love each other. They dun have to sign the agreement like what property agents do to be “official”
Yes, I would like an exclusive relationship. But that isn’t something she wants now I think.
To be honest, Shirlyn had a chance. But the second she said she’ll just be with me until Jasmine sorts out her issues kind of broke the deal. I felt that she wasn’t really serious after all, and only wanted me for the physical relationship I think. But, I could be wrong, she is probably just as non-possessive and wishy-washy as me.
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Originally Posted by
junior_cannibal
What’s open relationship? Non exclusive? TS is really screw up when come to relationship. If he really wants to have the so called open relationship, then learn not to be affected by the likes of Ann or even Jasmine when the latter still has other flings. I didn’t really feel that Jasmine loves him, she’s still more like using him like a dildo and he’s alright alright with that.
Yes bro, I agree I’m very screwed up. I’ve been screwed up since Isabelle left me when I was still in the army. Then Ann came along and changed my mindset. I guess there’s still part of me that wishes I was back in the old days.
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Originally Posted by
asean12345
You should really consider your relationship with Jasmine and all.
The effort you put in (emotionally) does not seem to have any relationship with Jasmine at all. She already open her house for you to stay and take initiate to express her love to you. If you really love her, you need to put more effort on woo-ing jasmine.
Likewise, I don’t understand why you don’t defend yourself against Jasmine’s husband? Do you felt guilty?
I wonder whether yesterday you take any initiative to date Jasmine or not. I hope you do.
I seriously think you’re misreading Jasmine’s intentions.
But you’re right, I need to put in more effort, and I’ll woo her when the time is right. Now isn’t the right time.
And why didn’t I defend myself? Part of me is guilty, but it’s not just that. I don’t want to invite unnecessary trouble by fighting back. I think most martial arts teach you to avoid fighting unless really necessary. Besides… He didn’t really hurt me. Yet.
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Originally Posted by
tiutiutiu
Bro @
Shrouded
, were you by any chance at Chinatown point earlier today during lunch? I happen to see a group that somehow fits the description
Yes, my office is somewhere around there .
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Originally Posted by
tiutiutiu
Bro @
Shrouded
, were you by any chance at Chinatown point earlier today during lunch? I happen to see a group that somehow fits the description
Yes, my office is somewhere around there .