The One For Her

The One For Her ~ 6

It's now or never.

I'm going after her.

The past few days were crucial and frightening.
I tried to suppress my urges but I had to yield to them now.

Not seeing her was a torture that I imparted upon myself.

I thought it would be easy but no, it was getting harder and tougher everyday. Grabbing my suit jacket from the back of my large office swivel leathered chair and leaving a baffled (another) new blonde assistant who was currently reciting my schedules to me, I left the office with the door wide open.

I will apologize to her later for being rude but I just couldn't think about my job when my cock was so fucking hard!

I was never the type of guy who let his dick rule his head but Jesus! that woman ruled most of my life since I met her.

I slid into my car and hurriedly drove off. Leaving again a shocked-face chauffeur.

I couldn't concentrate at work so I cancelled tonight's flight going to Miami.

Knowing that she was near and almost within my reach, I thought it was about time I make my move.

I made a plan that should be executed immediately. A plan that had been brewing eversince I left her apartment.

I avoided her so she can have time to 'grieve' over her lost of Lloyd's but enough is enough.
In those three weeks since the wedding perhaps she already accepted the fact he could never be hers.

Deep in the recesses of my mind I was hoping she was thinking of me instead of him.

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I sat there inside my parked Bugatti Centodieci car still trying to reason out with myself. It was lunchtime and the students were out of their classrooms. I frowned, if I would stay longer inside my car, people might think I was a pedophile waiting for his prey of young girls. So I got out, but before I did I took a small yellow pad paper and penned something on it. Something of my own. One of the quotes I wrote just for her.

The sun shines and gives life but I only want you to shine in my life.

I read it to myself, making sure my penmanship was impressive. I felt like a young lad of Highschool again writing his first love letter for his crush.

I took a deep breath for courage, glanced up and saw a group of teenagers not far from me.

They were giggling.

I smiled and opened my car door. I slowly walked towards them. I towered most of them but they ignored my height. It was funny to look at their wide-opened gazes of pure admiration.
I cleared my throat to get their attention before asking them if they knew Miss Thomas.

"She's our home room teacher", one said. Almost shouting.

"Sir, a-are you her boyfriend?", another girl asked.

I grinned and they almost swoon.

"What if I am?", I teased.

Then my ears started ringing for they shrieked altogether in chorus. I almost covered my ears but I got a hold of myself.

"Would you please do me a great favor and hand this to her personally?", I requested.

They all tried to get the paper at once.

"Wait! wait! wait!", The smallest of them all raised her hands up to stop and ward them off. "You all are going to rip it into shreds, why don't we let Laura take it and give it to Miss Clarissa? She's our class president."