Season: Summer
Weather: Partly cloudy. It's the low before the onset of another heatwave said to hit us tomorrow.
Day of the week: Saturday
Date: 11th February, 2024
The two men cooked dinner for us all last night. From what they said, it sounded like they were planning to take turns cooking in my apartment every evening unless they were busy. They had very calmly divided up my housework and who would be coming to visit and keep an eye on me or keep me company.
I could only look on in amazement and the strength of best bro bonds. After such a fierce argument last night that had almost devolved into fisticuffs, they had suddenly become all cheerful and chummy again after my nap. It didn't make sense to me and I wasn't planning to mull over it either. They could do as they liked.
This morning, they had both gone into the office to deal with some work that had been neglected because they had been keeping me company in the hospital. This prioritisation really had me shaking my head. Company work was obviously more important than my individual health. The company was big with so many people depending upon them. What was one small worker like me?
Team Leader: [Jane, you have to hurry up and come back to work as soon as possible. I'm going to start pulling my hair out and make myself bald if you can't come to calm those guys down. Our work efficiency is going to drop at this rate and it'll be all your fault!]
My team leader sounded really frustrated and stressed in his message last night. I didn't know how I should reply, and so just sent him a simple, [I'll try...]
[No, take your time getting better. I'm sorry. I shouldn't let you get stressed so that you can recover faster. Pretend I didn't send you the earlier message. Just focus on getting better soon.]
Nevermind. My team leader was like that. Sometimes he forgot that he was team leader and totally treated me as an equal.
It was true though. I should focus on getting better so that I could return to work sooner rather than later.
I rolled up my sleeves to begin cleaning this morning when I realised that the place had already been cleaned. The men must have done it last night. Not an excellent job, mind you, but it was passable.
And while I was inspecting their work, I remembered how they had both snuck into my room last night and given me a goodnight kiss. Each man pecked a different cheek.
Ah. My head felt like it was going to explode again. I had been too sleepy to think much of it last night, but now that I remembered it again, I was rendered motionless. Motionless and burning red, frozen in place with a hand to each cheek.
I was so lost in thought and confusion that I didn't even notice when they entered the apartment bringing a takeaway lunch for all of us. Until two shadows overshadowed me, took a hand each and brushed a kiss against my cheek again.
Ah! Ah! Ah! No! Why did they have to do this to me? It's not that I wasn't attracted to either one of them, but unattainable dreams should remain unattainable and out of reach, you know?
It felt so nice to have people treat me kindly and nicely as if I was special, that I felt like I was drowning in marshmallow clouds of fluffiness. But this kind of treatment wasn't right for me. I didn't deserve it. I didn't dare accept it. I wasn't clean. I was already dirty. I wasn't as pure and innocent as I looked. They were barking up the wrong tree.
I was so scared that I almost fell over, only to be caught by two strong and broad arms. My red face only grew redder and I felt like my head was swelling. I couldn't talk. Not for a long time.
Both men seemed concerned at my tears but when I couldn't seem to bring myself back down to earth to interact with them properly, they took advantage of me by bullying me. They took turns feeding me and holding my hands and stroking my arms, back, head... And it was so nice. It felt so nice to have so much attention and have people care about me. At the same time, it made me want to dig a hole to bury myself in it.
Two men. Greedy much? Want to die?
I ended up choking on my food and drinking over a litre of milk to try and quell the coughing. And then I threw up some of the milk. Ugh.
What was I doing? What was I thinking? My brain kept racing ahead into those plot hole ridden racy novels and webnovels of bosses and little workers. Threesome material.
No, no, no. Get a grip. Get a grip.
I couldn't be greedy. I couldn't accept either of these men, let alone one. It wasn't right. Wasn't proper. They deserved better. I was not that girl. Not that kind of girl. A better person. I needed to remember my place at the bottom of society and not make any waves. If I jumped up too high, that evil guy back home would surely find out and cause trouble.
By the time I found my tongue and wanted to tell these two guys straight, they had already opened their laptops on my little dining table to continue catching up on work and discuss work matters. I could only fret by pulling the serviette tissue in front of me into little pieces while finishing my lunch.
And then, blast it all. I fell asleep on the table, resulting in the men carrying me back to bed and both giving me another kiss.
I've recently had surgery. Multiple surgeries. Don't overstimulate me. I can't take it!