Not just a teacher (18+)

Chapter 17

Previously on chapter 16...

"Take a seat". He gestures to the chair directly in front of his desk. I obey and sit, he then follows and sits at his chair on the other side of the desk. He puts his hands together, his eyes following mine. "So, how do you think you did?" I take a couple of seconds to respond. "I felt like it went well." I eventually say. "Hmm" I can feel the nerves wanting to come back. I hate not knowing what someone is thinking. Godddd, can I just not be anxious for once? "From what I observed, there were a ton of errors."
My heart stopped, my whole body feeling like it's starting to shut down.
"You did not talk clear enough to some guests. You sometimes were looking away when guests were trying to tell you their order. At times, you looked like a dear in the headlights."
Dante continued to talk, continued to tell me all the things I fucked up on. And honestly, I tuned out. I want to cry, how can someone be so mean? "Natalia? I'm talking to you." I quickly zone back in. "Can you please repeat that sir?" He rolls his eyes. "I'm not sure if I should let you keep this position."

And there it is. I knew I wasn't good enough. I'm so stupid to think that I was cut out for this job. I want to tell him that he's wrong. I want to blurt out all my emotions! "Well aren't you going to say something?" His voice heavy, thick with demand. "No, you're wrong". He scrunches his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"
"I think you're wrong. I know I did so well today. I felt confident and I handled every situation to the best of my abilities. You're stupid if you could not see that."
Dante stares at me in shock. "Natalia, you cannot speak to me that way. I am your boss, which it seemed like you forgot." I let out a forced laugh, at this point I'm done. "Angelo never had a problem with me working here! How come you do?!" I furiously say. "Because you're my student! I'm only supposed to see you at school! Not at a nightclub where all you wear are skin tight dresses leaving nothing to the imagination!"
What? My mouth opens but no words spill out. Did he seriously just say that? I quickly feel my cheeks getting red, I don't know whether to feel embarrassed or flattered. I don't know what to feel at all!

"Fuck" Dante mumbles under his breath. "I think it's best I should go." I instantly get out of the seat and make my way over to the door, hoping to let myself out. But as soon as I open the door, he comes behind me and shuts the door. I almost feel his body right behind mine. I slowly turn around and there he is. One arm still remains on the door, with the other arm to his side. I am now enclosed by his muscular and intimidating body. We just stare at each other in complete silence. Both of us unsure on what to do or what to say. The tension can seriously be cut with a knife. My heart begins to leap, I have never been this close to another man, ever.

"Listen" he says, gently. "I should not have said anything about your clothing, it was out of line." He exhales hard before he continues. "It's just hard for me to see you getting stared at by all the fucking gross ass men out there. Waiting to place their disgusting hands all over you."
My eyes widen in disbelief. What is going on?
He continues to look at me, while my eyes try to hold his. Slowly, our bodies start to pull closer. He places his free hand over to my face to gently caress it. My heart is beating out of my chest, no words I wanted to say would come out. His face begins coming closer to mine. I can now feel his breath on my lips. We both start to breathe out heavily. In no time, he leans in and places a passionate kiss onto my lips as if he'd craving them. Holy shit.

He takes his hand from my face and slowly makes an invisible trail with his finger past my collarbone as he continues to kiss my lips. I eventually feel his finger hovering over my breast, waiting for any sign of permission to touch. "May I?" He says against my lips, feeling his hot breath over my mouth. I open my eyes and find his dark brown eyes staring right into mine. His touch is still lingering over my left breast, as if he is getting impatient. For the past months now, this man has been nothing short of surprising me. Everywhere I frickin' go he is there, either in the shadows or in my presence. Without letting my thoughts go too far, I try to respond to his persistent question that still hangs in the air. "Y-yes" I manage quietly, holding his stare. Without any hesitation, I look down to my chest where his finger starts to make lazy strides onto the skin around my breast. Taking his time, knowing, he can sense how much I need him to touch me. How much I need to feel his hands on me. In no time, his stalling quits and he places his hand onto my breast, kneading my soft skin around his warm, big hand. A moan slips past my lips. At this point, I feel weak and completely fragile. A soft groan leaves his mouth, a husky noise only he could make that would completely break me apart. With his other free hand, he wraps it around my neck and pulls me closer to him, kissing me once again with more power and dominance. His mouth takes over mine aggressively as if he's a starving man devouring his first meal. "God, you taste so good." Dante whispers savagely. I start to pick up with his pace, each kiss getting more and more desperate. He releases my breast and takes his hand further down my body, his other hand following suit. Another moan escapes my mouth, with one of his as well. "Natalia, you have a beautiful body" My heart beats rapidly against my chest as he continues, "Such soft skin and beautiful curves". Whatever spell he's put on me, I never want it to end. I cannot believe what he is saying to me! As if he can hear my thoughts, he grabs my ass and lifts me so that my legs can wrap around his waist, making me feel utterly weightless. With my legs around him, I start to feel bold and begin to make out with him while he carries me towards his desk. He places me softly onto the hard, wooden desk. "Mr. Valentino..." I breathlessly manage before he cuts me off. "You know" A spark glimmering in his eyes, "I love the way your pretty mouth says my name. Perhaps..." He pauses, putting an emphasis on his thought. "...it would sound better if you would scream it." My eyes widen immensely, my cheeks start to heat and I can instantly feel the red casting on my face. I know he sees it too since he starts to grin. My inner thighs start to moisten, unsure of what to do or what this'll lead us to. Whatever it is, I hope to God it never ends. He stands back, taking in the sight of me sitting on top of his desk. I just know my hair and makeup looked so much better before I entered his office. I silently laugh at myself, this is all too much. "I-" Immediately I get silenced by the ring of a phone, knowing it's not mine considering the ringtone is different. Mr. Valentino stills, looking like the situation just dawned on him, like a trance that he had on me has just been broken. "Shit" He angrily mutters under his breath. His eyes travel from me to his pocket unsure of what to do. Embarrassment starts to creep in, I close my thighs due to this new break. He finally decides to take his phone out of his pocket, answering in a swift motion. "Yeah, yeah I'll be right down. Thanks for letting me know." Worry lines his brows as he puts his phone back into the pocket of his dress pants. The embarrassment I was feeling has now escalated into a new territory. It has finally dawned on me too. What the hell did we just do? I look up at him and meet his eyes.

Hi everybody! I'm so sorry to cut this chapter short, but I was wondering if I could get some feedback? I'm thinking of deleting this story to start a completely new one since I have learnt some helpful skills and techniques. What do y'all think? It would be appreciated if I heard from you guys :)

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