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I passed the sauce and continued my meal.
Again.
Even after they decided that I was allowed to do whatever I wanted. They still went behind my back and organised something as absurd as making Lawrence my suitor. I hated this. I had no other choice but to get ready to steel my heart against Lawrence and all his attempts. It shouldn't be hard to do.
My phone buzzed. It was a text from Ethan.
You doing okay?he asked.
I want to see you. When I get back,I replied.
My heart was already taken by two people already.
Chapter seven
Kiss Me, Not Him
Ian
My throbbing dick was at the mercy of my hands. I stroked it gently, as I remembered her. I wondered how that mouth would feel on other parts of my body. Thanks for the lights in my office that day, I took a good look at her features.
Her breasts spilled out slightly. Her stomach had faint signs of abs that she had developed over time. Her hips were perfect. It was a shame I couldn't see what was behind her, but the rest was enough to fuel my imagination. Her body under my control made my member twitch in excitement. I continued my stroking, a little gentler this time. The softness of her body, under the influence of mine. Her moans, her whispers, her whimpers…if only she called my name. Just once, this process would have been a lot easier to imagine and achieve.
"Ha…" I threw my head back in pleasure as I remembered her hands pulling on my hair, while her tongue sought sanctuary in my mouth.
My bulge pressed down against her privates when she locked legs around me. It wasn't direct contact, but the heat I felt was enough to keep my member hard. I continued to stroke, imagining she was the one taking charge of my pleasure.
"Natasha…' I called her name softly; and in response, I got those gleaming green eyes to answer me.
I wondered what kind of face she would make. Would that defiant look remain on her face? Or something similar to what I was making? Pleasure completely taking over her face? I couldn't hold the thought as my climax took over.
"Ha… ha…" My breathing intensified as my stomach tightened.
I gave in to the release. Letting my juices soak my hands and dick.
"What am I? Some kind of teenager?" I asked myself as I forced myself out of the bed and straight to the sink to wash away my sins.
****
The hospital felt empty when I got there.
I had missed her. She didn't talk a lot with Ethan, besides the request to see him once she got back. I needed to apologize. But if I did, what next? Would I also tell her about Ethan? There should be no need to make her find three reasons or more to hate me. She was due to return two days after her trip to Maryland. So, I waited patiently for her return. Things were definitely going to change. For one, I knew she was not going to be changing in my office anymore.
Well, it would reduce the number of times that I leered at her. I would miss that. There was still something I wasn't able to understand: why was it very easy for me to talk to her as Ethan and not as myself? I sat down and went through the messages had I sent, using my fake persona. It didn't even seem that hard to do. I could just do the same thing.
"It will be weird," I sighed. "That isn't me in the slightest. Just an image of what we both have of Ethan. Besides if I had known, I would have told her from the beginning. Then again it wouldn't have worked because she only started working here because she wanted to work with Ethan in the first place. If her crush was married, there was not going to be a need to work for him, and she wouldn't have met me as a staff."
Don't you hate it when you present an argument to yourself and lose that argument against yourself? I gave up and decided to face her. The moment she came to the office and made any complaint, I would just apologize and start over again. Then maybe I'd tell her about the Ethan she was in love with.
There was a knock on my door and it opened. A certain blonde haired lady took a peak. Her emerald eyes glittered.
"Good morning, Ian," she greeted with a warm smile.
"Good- good morning, Natasha," I replied.
"Can I use your bathroom?" she asked as she let herself in.
I noticed the scrubs still in her hand. I didn't understand what was going on.
