I messed up big time

The next morning I woke up in a vivid dream like scenario. My boyfriend was next to me as images of the preceeding night flashes through my eyes.

I giggle quietly.

We've gone to the bed next, my legs were giving up as he threw me on the bed to fuck me in different positions. I did not squirt yesterday. That was record. Because all I had were five neat and clean orgasms as he filled me up with his seeds three times. He had a really good seed count too, more than normal.

I turn my sore body to embrace him in the odd position he was sleeping. My boy is tired as hell. We've done the doggy style, crab style, I rode him a couple of times and he too never held himself back.

We were fucking all over the room. It was as if our hands couldn't be kept to ourselves. I have never craved him so much so that I purposefully made my whole body sore and aching.

As I hugged him, he stirs in his sleep and was awake.

"Shush, go back to sleep. It's only 6:40." I inform him, saying he had one more hour of sleep to catch before his regular day started.

I was however dissatisfied because we couldn't use the knee pads last night. I would definitely want to try them on with him within this week.

....

He waves to me cutely as he's squeezed my body into his before. He was off to his college again while I had to succumb to the lifeboat of a profession I've chosen. I suddenly realised that if I quit this career for him or even for myself, my bank account won't look juicy in my eyes anymore.

I had to curate my interests to the directors and porn industry makers and experts that I'm only allowing him to fuck me in a side feature, or it's just no one. I'm sure they'll agree, I just have to say he isn't the Skiez they'd think he is.

I watch him pull his bike up the road and exit the colony doors. I was dressed in his pants and my bed robe. I was so comfortable, but I was limping my way back into my house.

I've brushed my teeth, taken a bath and dressed into a neat pair of clothes that gave me the mood to write a dignified script.

This script was of a girl protagonist, a crazy woman with loads and loads of money searching for the perfect gigolo. She lands on a guy in the bar, he was a young bartender. I shall spare my viewers of his details, but he mentions he needs money to cure his sister's inborn illness.

However, he follows this middle aged rich lady to the house while he recognises his sister works as the nanny of this rich woman's child. He almost cries out, he didn't want to believe his eyes that his sister was working for the same lady he accepted to become a gigolo for. The series, as I planned must occur within 30 minutes of the movie as they secretly fuck each other while the nanny(his sister) was still there.

I liked the theme so far, I just had to give a heads up to the production team to keep the background apt as per my imagination.

Well, I will sell this idea and patent it for 12,000$.

Nothing more, nothing and never less.

I've finally finished with the details of the script, a day long's work had come to an end at around 2 pm.

I stretch my body, I've worked roughly for three hours I think. My body was telling me to walk around as I walk around my whole house in solitude.

However, I curiously tumble upon his room.

Now, as a curious girlfriend, I would definitely not miss the opportunity to check up on his laptop. I also wondered if he ever had a password system on when near me.

But the laptop did not have a password.

I was thrilled.

He had a file full of links to his videos and shot recordings and another heavy system file of his own fresh recordings. He also must be in possession of a couple of hard drives. I was so proud of my man being so hardworking.

"Important." I spell out a file's name.

I felt nothing wrong clicking and exploring it.

However, it was a compilation of his best of the best recordings which I think are still unreleased. He must have worked so hard, gathered all these various artists and took their erotic photos and videos and everything.

I was so thrilled and aroused just by the thumbnails that appear upon the file.

Although, I've committed the biggest mistake in my life.

I accidently pressed on two buttons that were "Delete" and "enter."

Simultaneously.

I almost had a heart attack.

I thought I would find them in the recycle bin right away. But as I kept refreshing the recycle bin, it was showing that it was empty.

By now, I was a panicking mess. It also showed no action was to UNDO. The undo option wasn't working, I hoped that was my last straw to retrieve the accidentally deleted files.

What do I do?

I messed up so bad. I almost had tears running down my eyes at this point.

Within an hour, he tiredly comes home with his college bag as well as his duffel bag for his camera and equipment.

"Hey, baby girl." He approaches to kiss me, to gain some energy from me.

"Hey," I greet him softly.

"What's wrong with you? Too tired from last night?" He cheekily says.

"That too, but... I did something terrible. I accidentally deleted a folder in y-your laptop." As I said that, he was staring harshly at me. He runs towards his room. I've thankfully kept the laptop open and did not do anything else.

He does the same thing over and over as I did.

It wasn't of any use.

What's gone was gone without retracing it back. He suddenly slaps his forehead, he runs his fingers through his hair in stress.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry." I wanted to hug him and apologise.

"Ravine," he turns around, stopping me from approaching him further, "Those were my life's most beautiful files. I'll never get them back again. They were from the moment I chose this profession." He says. I bite down on my lip.

It makes me even more guilty. My breath hitched as I see him give me a cold shoulder and walk past me.

"Aaron, Aaron baby I'm sorry. I'll never touch your things again!" I run behind him. But he was way to fast down the stairs. He strides towards the door and leaves in an instant, without his bike.

He's walked out so quickly, I couldn't even hold him back.

I messed up big time.