ARE YOU WORTH IT (intersex)

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It's early and I'm not sure I'm fully awake. I've been up all night replaying what happened yesterday. Not much was said. You pulled up your parts then offered you bathroom that i refused to use then I left. I look up at the board jotting down the notes. My mind wandered back to it. I could feel the pit in my stomach grow thinking back on the way you made me feel.

Most importantly the way you looked after.

How can I describe it?

Disappointment? No. A look of unsatisfaction

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I knocked but no one answered. It's not my place to just enter your office without permission but I need to see you. What happened yesterday didn't sit right with me, I have questions. I opened the door and was greeted by a woman with red hair and blue eyes.

"I'm sorry i just came to see Ms jones" I say before fully entering the room

"She went to grab a cup of coffee, she will be back shortly." She stepped to the side offering the chair she clearly was sitting in before I got in here. "Here, Why don't you sit and wait until she comes back." she offers

I walked over to the chair and took a seat. Who is this woman just casually sitting in your office? Is she a friend of yours or is she just someone new that your fucking, I mean I wouldn't be surprised but why is she so old? She doesn't look like all the young girls I usually see you with. This woman looks to be in her late 40s, you didn't strike me as the type to be into older women. everything about this woman screamed elegance. She wore a tight red dress that ran down to her thighs.

could she just be a relative?

more questions consumed my mind.

Tsk "how rude of me" she extended her hand to me with an open palm "I'm Mrs jones." I could feel the pit in my stomach grow everything began to make sense, from the nda forms you had me sign to everything else I don't understand or know about you. But what didnt make sense was the fact that you were inside of me not even twenty four hours ago and the whole time your fucking married.

More questions ran through my head to the point I couldn't think properly. I finally took her hand into mine, shaking it firmly. She stared endlessly into my eyes. she gives off the same dominance you do but hers is far more intimidating than yours.

"I had no clue Ms jones had a wife. How long have you two been married?." I say taking my hand away. She pulled her hand to her chin and stared at the ceiling, seeming to be in thought.

"Today marks our 15th anniversary" she says locking her eyes back with mine

"Wow, 15 years?" The feeling of disgust began to overpower any other emotion

"Yup 15 years, I remember it like it was yesterday. She was just an orphan in England. Camilla just had a way about herself that I couldn't resist she was just so enchanting. She wowed me with her charms" so many thoughts ran through my head but only one stood out, your name. Who are you, really? you've clearly been hiding the fact that you're married then the fact that you are basically doing to young girls what was done to you. You're sick.. and I feel more disgusted with the fact that I let myself become the thing I hated most, a home wrecker. My childhood trauma came flooding back. I swallowed the lump of shame down my throat shifting in my seat. "That must be her now" I could hear the keys shuffling at the door. I could feel my heart racing, I felt so sick to my stomach.

"Steph?" I could hear the panic in her voice. I turned my head to face her. Her eyes were soft. She looks alarmed. I was holding back my tears as much as I could and I think she could see that.

"Hey honey, I was just telling Steph here about how we met. Can you believe it's been 15 years already?" I watched her walk and give you a hug with a kiss. As much as I wanted to turn away, I kept my eyes on you. Piercing yours as you stared back at me with the same dumbfounded look of pity. I wanted you to be uncomfortable as much as I am right now.

"Steph, I need to spend time with my wife. We will go over your grades another time." I could almost laugh in your face right now. Your wife? So yesterday was just another meaningless fuck for you?

I'm so foolish.

You wanted me to leave so I didn't question it. I nodded my head standing up slowly. I looked at your wife who just grinned at me with her arm wrapped around your waist.

"It was nice to meet you, Mrs jones." I said walking past them both and headed out the door.

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Jones Pov

"I told you not to open the door for any students" I said pulling out her arms handing her the hot coffee

"she actually took it upon herself to come in." I walked behind my desk to sit in my chair. "Why did she think it was okay to just come in?"

I looked up from my paperwork to her eyes. I tilted my head a little, does she know ? I couldn't figure it out. Everything is like chess when it comes to her. She's the type to plan ahead, always mapping out her next moves before she makes a move. I can never figure it out, I can never figure out if she knows anything or not. Her eyes never tell me anything, until it's too late.

"Sometimes students have a urgency that just can't wait." I finally spoke after a moment of silence.

"Well I'm glad you can be of help to students who really need it" I stared at her a bit more but still nothing but a smile was plastered on her face.

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