Office Desires

19. MF Claude

As Lou approached the towering office building her heart carried a heavy burden, laced with a profound yearning for Debbie. The weekend had passed in a quiet solitude devoid of the vivacious presence that had come to occupy her thoughts and emotions. The absence of Debbie, like a gaping void in her life, left her feeling strangely incomplete.

The dimming light of the setting sun painted a soft orange and pink hue across the urban landscape, casting long shadows as Lou drew closer to the entrance. The city's hum of activity had begun to rise the silence of the night giving way to the car noises.

However, as she neared the imposing glass doors, her heart plummeted to depths she hadn't known in a long while. There, in the fading light, stood Debbie and her husband, locked in an intimate farewell. Their embrace spoke of familiarity, their lips met in a tender kiss that struck like a dagger through Lou's already conflicted soul. Her gaze, though heavy with anguish, remained locked onto the heart-wrenching scene before her. She felt like an intruder, an unwelcome spectator to a love that didn't belong to her. An invisible weight pressed down on her shoulders as she watched the couple share that final, lingering moment.

Lou forced herself to look away, to tear her gaze from the sight that wounded her heart. She walked past them with an impassive facade, her footsteps echoing a rhythm that mirrored her tumultuous emotions, a symphony of anger and sorrow intertwined.

Once inside the building, with each step she took, a heavy mix of jealousy, longing, and sadness weighed upon her.

The elevator doors slid open with a soft chime as Lou stepped inside. As the doors began to close, a Debbie surged into the confined space her radiant smile and enthusiastic aura a stark contrast to Lou's mood. The two women stood side by side, the elevator's mirrored walls reflecting the noticeable contrast in their expressions.

"Hey, you !" The brunette whispered.

Lou offered a half-hearted smile in response, but her eyes didn't quite meet Debbie's. Her voice, when she spoke, was tinged with a weariness that Debbie couldn't ignore. "Hey.

"I missed you," Debbie approached Lou and began to slowly kiss her cheek, but Lou pushed her away.

"I'm not in the mood," Lou replied curtly.

"Oh, okay... Are you alright?" Debbie asked, concern evident in her voice.

"Yes, I'm fine," Lou replied tersely.

"You're sure?"

"Yes..."

"Okay...

As they walked out of the elevator Lou managed to whisper.

Next time you wanna fuck me in the elevator, please do not kiss you're husband in front of me....

Lou walked away, and Debbie hurried to catch up with her.

"Lou..." Debbie called out.

"Not now !" Lou replied, quick enough to slam the door of her office behind her.

Anger and jealousy coursed through Lou's veins, threatening to consume her, but beneath it all, she knew she couldn't place the blame squarely on Debbie's shoulders. After all, Debbie was married, and Lou had willingly entered into this complicated situation.

As she settled into her office, the turmoil inside her showed no signs of abating. She couldn't help but feel a pang of foolishness for allowing herself to be drawn into this intricate web of desire and secrecy.

In an attempt to regain some semblance of control over her emotions, Lou decided to bury herself in her work. The familiar tasks and responsibilities provided a temporary respite from the turbulent sea of feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. She understood that it was the only way she could maintain her composure in the face of a love she could never truly possess.