In My Desperate Time

As soon as I walk in, I feel urgent to back out.
I thought it would be a dinner party or something with a few people at most.
I didn’t expect to see so many people.
I stand there in a daze and don’t go out for a long time.
Everyone turns their eyes on me, which makes me even more nervous. To put it mildly, I am Frances Louis's mistress, and to
attend such an event with him would make me feel embarrassed.
“Don’t be nervous, just stay with me.”
Frances Louis cocks his head and whispers in my ear. He doesn’t even look at me. How does he know I am nervous?
I look down at his coat, which has been pulled out of folds, and sheepishly let go.
Seeing his intimacy with me, everyone shows an ambiguous smile. I keep walking and feel my hands and feet out of place.
I almost walk by the same foot with the hand.
But I find that my nervousness seems unnecessary. No one seems to look at me differently. Yes, I don't have a “mistress” written
on my face. I calm down with that thought.
Frances Louis takes two glasses of wine from the waiter and offers me one.
“Don’t drink, just pretend.”
I nod, holding my glass and surveying the scene around me.
It should be the dining room of this hotel, surrounded by a lot of food. So late at night, and these people are eating?
I feel a little strange.
We keep walking forward. When we pass the first man, he toasts to Frances Louis and says, “happy birthday, president Louis.”
Today is Frances Louis's birthday? No wonder these people are still here so late at night.
I turn to look at him, feeling nervous.

Today is my patron’s birthday and I have no idea about it. I am so unqualified to be a mistress, because I don’t know how to
please my boss.
“Thanks.” Frances Louis graciously clinks glasses with the man and leads me on.
As we walk toward the center of the crowd, I see a group of girls forming a circle. Inside, there are two men like two moons
standing in a circle of stars.
The two men are handsome. One is handsome and a little ruffian, and the other is stylish, I can feel his muscles bouncing even
across the shirt.
“Frances, you are finally here. What a birthday party! You're the main character but won't show up until eleven o' clock.” The
ruffian man comes out from a crowd of women and complains discontentedly to Frances Louis.
The muscular man also comes and ridicules, “You don’t know. What's the point of having a birthday without a beauty?”
“Maybe this little beauty has sent herself to your bed...”
The ruffian man doesn’t finish his sentence but the crowd begin to laugh.
I am not stupid. Of course, I know what he means. I give him a black look.
There is no expression on Frances Louis’s face. He doesn’t seem to mind their joke.
That crowd of women, seeing Frances Louis, gather around and pounce at him.
“Mr. Louis.”
“Mr. Louis, why you come so late?”
“We haven’t seen each other for a long time.”
These women push desperately towards Frances Louis and easily push me away.
Anyway.
I am hungry, and I can just take this opportunity to eat something.
“Jane Noyes.”

Before I could move, Frances Louis calls out to me.
I turn to him with a bitter face, but his two handsome friends stand beside me and smile at Frances Louis., “What, do you want
the beauty to save the hero? You'd better enjoy coming to girls' country.”
The women are exaggerating like playing a drama. They rub against Frances Louis so hard that they could have tied their hands
and feet around him.
“Mr. Louis has always been popular with these ladies, and there's no one in this country who wouldn't want to be Mr. Louis's
woman. I suppose you wouldn't mind since you stay with him.” The ruffian says to me smilingly.
All women in this country want to be his woman? But I don’t want to. If I have not been cornered, I would never have something
to do with him.
“That's what these ladies look like. I'm tired of seeing them.” The muscular man adds by my side.
“Ladies? If you don’t tell me. I would think I have come into a brothel.” I roll my eyes.
“Get out of the way.” Frances Louis says deeply.
This is the second time I have heard him say it, but it doesn’t seem to work.
Although Frances Louis is terrible, these women don’t seem to be very frightened. Maybe their desire is greater than the fear.
I could feel clearly that Frances Louis’s face is getting gloomy. But these daredevil women don’t want to get out of the way. No
one would let anyone around Frances Louis. They have surround Frances Louis in a tight circle.
Frances Louis suddenly smiles and says to the woman standing in front of him.
“What’s your name? The daughter of which company?”
That woman is very enchanting, her figure is tall and sexy. She is definitely an amorous beauty.
Shame on him. He just pretended to be immune to t women, and he can’t resist the temptation.
I spit on Frances Louis in my heart

The woman who is called by Frances Louis is excited, as if the emperor has chosen her to sleep with. She answers hurriedly,
“my name is Fontaine, I am the daughter of Fontaine Group.”
Frances Louis nods, then he takes out the cell phone and dials a number.
“Purchase the Fontaine Group in Santos.”
His simple words make the woman’s face turn pale.
She grabs Frances Louis in fear and implores, “President Louis, I am sorry. Please don't. Please."
I feel pity for that delicate and touching face. Frances Louis is still calm and cold. He looks at these women and says, “All of you,
who still want to climb onto my bed?”
As soon as he says this, people scatter like birds and beasts.
There is only the daughter of Fontaine Group standing there with a look of despair.
Frances Louis manages to escape and comes towards me. There is a variety of women's perfume on his body, which smells
very pungent.
“Mr. Louis, why are you so cruel to these women? Just be nice.” The ruffian man says, but there is no mercy in his eyes.
They say that people of high society are the most ruthless. I have seen it by myself today.
“I am not like you. I don’t want to mess up with them.” Frances Louis rolls his eyes to him and takes me to the crowd.
I am starving to death. Later, I can’t hear what Frances Louis is talking about and people begin to have double images in my
eyes.
Am I going to die, because of hungry?
“Frances Louis, I am hungry.”
I say to him weakly, my limp body leaning against Frances Louis.
I am so hungry that I am talking like a mosquito, and I am not even sure if he heard me.
Frances Louis says something to a man on the other side, then helps me to sit down.

I see him move his lips towards me, I don't know what he said, and then he leaves.
I am surrounded by food. I can’t think too much and begin to eat desperately.
I finally regain some strength after eating several pieces of meat.
“Look at the way she eats. She must come from some remote countryside. How can president Louis bring such a woman here?”
An acerb voice comes into my ear.