𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧

𝟎𝟏𝟑 - 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨

M A T T H E W B E N E D I C T
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A small smirk played across my face as remembrance of what happened this morning played throughout my head.

I couldn't decide what I enjoyed more about what occurred inside her bedroom. Was it making her call bluff on her comment about having no interest in me or was it just the fact that she got off on my crotch? Probably both. Don't get me wrong, Celine was more than beautiful to me, but there was a new, more addicting beauty of hers revealed to me as I watched her nearly cum. There was many things that I was uncertain about in my life currently, but what I did know was that I wanted to come across that face many times again in my life. The real life expressive was better than I ever could've imagined, so good that it nearly had me engaging in something that I hadn't done since I was an adolescent.

The look of desperation on Celine's face I rejected her of a release.. fuck, my imagination can't help but to run wild. Everything about her made me nearly loose my sanity.

"Mattie." Christopher called in a whisper, tapping my leg underneath the table. I grimace at that stupid nickname, "Maladaptive Daydreaming is a metal disorder so you know and you seem to be doing a lot of that lately." The scenario of Celine suddenly fades away, I find myself becoming annoyed. "Do you need someone to talk to?"

"Fuck off dude."

Christopher's mouth dropped open, fake offensive covering his face. I shake my head, cursing under my breath, and finally turn to face the teenager who stood at the front of the room talking for the first time.

Every year around the fall season, the three of us make the decision to sponsor teenagers half-million dollar engineering project. Not only was it to do a good deed and maintain neutral press in the media, it was also because we had so much money it would be a shame for us not to help someone out when we could. But this teenager wasn't getting my money because his project didn't seem that interesting.

Sitting across from me was Abel and Elmira. Elmira had a binder in her hand, attention not tearing away from it, inside it was a channel catalog. Abel on the other hand had a paper full on notes, pen moving rapidly each time someone stepped through the doors and presented. Truthfully, unlike Abel I really didn't pay attention to each teenager that came through these doors. I simply choose the won with the most neatest presentation and play that 'I see myself in them' card. Christopher on the other hand just threw his money at the first African American that came through the doors. Everyone knew that, and it explains why the three people of color that we did have here were arguing about who's going to go in first in the hallway thirty minutes ago.

Christopher waved goodbye as the short teenage boy walked out of the office, a disappointed expression plastered on his tomato red face. Lindsey nearly pushed him out of the war to get inside of the office, I noticed another button of her shirt undone as she smiled brightly at us. "Are you ready for the next one to come in?"

"Give us a few seconds." Abel informed. Irritated, I rolled my eyes and slide further down in my leather chair. Come on Abel, I need to get back to the compound I don't have time for your shenanigans.

He turned to look directly at me, clear annoyance plastered on his pale face. "It would be nice if there wasn't talking while the kids are presenting. Show some respect."

Even though Abel tried to lazily make it seem like he was just making a general statement he looked directly at me while sneering his words, So clearly he was talking about me.

I said three little words, in response to Christopher at that and he's got his boy panties in a bunch, hilarious. "Say it with your chest man, place a name on it."