Let it Rain | Olivine | Book2 | WLW

Chapter 10 " her "

Every day it's getting weird to address my feelings this way. I never felt for a person like this; I never had multiple relationships apart from my husband. He is my first-ever boyfriend, an old school of me as it may sound until we decided to get married and have kids. Our plans go well, including our dreams. We made it come true in our very best efforts until he came distant again. It happened before I found he was cheating on one of his business trips. His co-worker sent an email saying he was the only concern.

Snapping my thoughts, then there she is, so soft, so vulnerable, young, and very charismatic as hell—a balance of feminine and masculine. She is very charismatic if she smiles on that part. Her eyes are like luscious chocolate; I admit, within a minute, she could undress me when she started staring. Those stares can see the whole person in me—very strange the way she looked at me deeply. Here I am so confused; maybe she is only nice, and I assumed things. I can't help myself; she is so handsome and gentle. No, she's ugh... I cannot explain the way she affects me. Not only that, but I can't even resist looking at her or watching her nearby. I grabbed her neck and gently kissed her.

I always felt conscious when she's around when she is in a suit or suspenders, and occasionally, she's on her long sleeves with any pastel colors that made me more wanting her. Color enhances her persona, although I never see her smile often. I could tell she had very toned abs the way those unbutton long sleeves saw her chest. The way she carries herself, the perfume she wears every time I take her coat first thing in the morning and place it in the coat rack in the corner, which is not so of me. I guess being used by my husband, sensing if he came home, I always have his scent. But here from Olivines at the Gallery, it excites me; it burns my cheeks even, giving me an aroused feeling by recalling it.

Every time I came near, I felt the urge like I was strongly pulled towards her. But wait... Am I fantasizing about her? I admit I didn't have any encounters such as this. I wanted to take care of her, those eyes filled with sadness, those blank stares out from the window. I wonder what her wife's traits are or what she likes. What happens to her? Why did she pass away...?

I'm so delusional about this situation... Katarina, please wake up! You have a husband, kids, and a family... Tapping by my hands on my face, both of the hands shaking a bit on my thoughts. Still, why do I feel strange when she's around? I'm so confused... I'm not into women before. I honestly didn't know how it worked... Sexually, honestly, I have no intention to go there, but I cannot help it. God forbid, why am I imagining things like these...

Olivine Ferguson's, your last name has a reputation as a public figure. And most of you and your cousins had different personalities, as I've seen in a few magazines rack in stores. How am I not appreciated and attracted that most of your members of the family had such good looks, and those genes are quite pleased aside from being Ferguson's philanthropists? Do you share your world with the people you have through charities and foundations? And now I am sitting here on my desk, fantasizing about one of the young Fergusons.

"Katarina, are you okay?"

"Uh, yes... yes. What can I do for you?" seeing Olivine placing the lunch box in front of her.

"Oh, uhm... I should pick that later this afternoon."

"It's clean, Katarina; you don't need to wash, "she said, avoiding the awkwardness.

"Thank you, and I have to go."

"Wait, please."

"How is it? Did you enjoy the food?" Katarina said, holding her arms. Olivine looked at her hands holding, but Katarina released right away.

"Uh, yes, "she said, stuttering.

"I'm glad" sounded awkward.

"Thank you for the effort. I appreciated it, Katarina," she said, pulling the silver knob of the glass doors and leaving.