CopyCat Cafe: Dinner For Two

Continues from here. The rest of my Sunday was spent relaxing, only a few times I thought about my silly mistake of letting HER get to me. It was obvious to me that Simon wasn’t holding it against me given that he’d accepted the dinner invite so quickly, but that was hardly surprising, he’d lived... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Kat fights back

Continues from here. I stood between the kitchen and the dinning room table dumbfounded and silent. It had nothing to do with the fact that I was standing in her house barely dressed, she’d seen me half naked before. It had nothing to do with the fact that Simon and I had spent the night... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Home Visitation

Continues from here. So after another week of procrastinating, a week of Sonya telling me to go for it, and a week of my mind telling me things I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear I was preparing to head off to Simon’s place. In some ways I was feeling better about going than I... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Kat helps herself.

Continues from here. When I said I last time that I had to close the door quickly, shutting Simon from my vision before I gave into my sexual desires I wasn’t kidding. In all honestly I hadn’t planned on letting him kiss me I also hadn’t planned on kissing him back and I definitely hadn’t... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Coffee With Simon

Continues from here. I did spend the next day wondering if I’d made the right decision. I guess it’s only natural to second guess yourself when the decision you made seemingly goes against everything you agree with. I did consider ringing Simon and telling him I couldn’t make it, but I didn’t make a habit... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: Kat Agrees To Dinner

Continues from here. I’d spent most of the week moody descending towards annoying apparently, from what Sonya told me more than once. At work she tried to send me home on more than one occasion but I refused, there was no point being moody at home with no one to share it with and I... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: A new beginning?

Continues from here. It had been six long weeks since I saw him, he hadn’t even been bringing the kids in on the weekends. Don’t for a second get me wrong I still longed for him, longed for his touch, longed for his warmth and above all longed for his company, I'd exposed a wound... Continue Reading →

CopyCat Cafe: The End?

Continues from here. So where was I? Oh that’s right Simon and I were in the kitchen of my cafe, he had come in to apologize for the outburst his wife made less than an hour before. I had told him that the only way Sonya was able to get rid of her was to... Continue Reading →

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