Loving Every Second With U

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*Here's a pic of Aaron Truesdale*

Artist: ???

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February 4th, 2038

*Carter*

Sometimes I just think of why I picked this particular location for my job.

If I had known that this place had a very hot boss like Aaron Truesdale. I would've picked another place.

I know it sounds like I hate him. But, it's quite the opposite.

If I would've known, then I would've picked another place. So I'll stop eyefucking, stalking, and fantasizing about a relationship between him and me.

And for the love of fuck, I can't even focus on my work right now because of my obsession with him.

Most of the time, my work takes pretty long to do. It involves this long planning process, ideas, drafts, and the final product...blueprint.

It takes a few weeks or even a month to do. But it takes even longer when I can't focus.

Jesus, I think my obsession with Aaron is getting worse. Ever since that lunch thing yesterday...it's gotten worse!

And before you jump to conclusions, No! Nothing crazy happened during lunch!

It was just mostly eating and talking to each other. But only that caused me to nearly go off the edge.

Everything about this man drives me crazy. His body, his face, his smile, his voice, and even his laugh! And basically everything you can imagine in a guy like him.

Ugh, he really is the man of my dreams.

I can only dream of having him all to myself. And just have the courage to go ask him and like the stories and movies, he says yes.

I know that this might sound absurd. But if there were such things...like a love potion or spell. I would buy one and either pour it into his coffee. Or cast a spell where he would fall in love with me.

But...you know how wrong that sounds. It's both love that's not true and really goes under the category of doing things to people without consent.

I mean, come on, it's basically just forcing him to fall in love with me.

And he doesn't even know...or he knows, but he can't control it. Either way...it's wrong!

So that idea immediately goes into the trash. But what if...

"Hey Carter," a familiar deep voice then says.

I snapped out of my thoughts and looked up. As you all guessed, it was Aaron.

"Oh, hey boss," I then said, sounding a bit tired.

You know, drawing, calculating, and sketching for hours on end can be really exhausting. In fact, I don't even know how long I've been like this.

Wait...I don't even know what time it is.

"You alright? You seem a bit tired," he then says, looking a bit concerned.

"No, I'm alright. I've just been sitting here, working," I then said, before yawning, "sorry, I couldn't sleep that well last night. Something kept me up."

"Oh...well, how long have you sat here?" He then asked, tilting his head.

"Um...I actually don't know. The last time I looked at my clock was after I came back from my lunch break. And, it was exactly 12 p.m" I then said, "why, what time is it now."