It had been months after their graduation. Sharon had tried all she could to secure a job but had failed miserably. Every place she tried either turned her down either instantly, or led hed on until she gave up. Who knew getting a job could be that laborious?
Dean on the other hand was doing pretty great. He was all he ever wanted to be: his own boss. He owned a number of productive farms and just recently, he opened up his own sugar factory. His boxers-brand had gained so much popularity that he was thinking of adding vests to the mix.
Since majority of his business was based in the plantation, he spent most of his time at home. As a matter of fact, he was supposed to go back to his plantation the following day to supervise the planting process. It was the planting season and as much as he hated leaving Sharon alone, he had to be there in person.
Dean really was a good person. He gave back to the society one hundred and ten percent. He made sure that he hired as many people as possible. He even started two schools in the village, don't even mention the number of students he had given sponsorship. He was heaven sent to his society. Had given many people jobs. Including Zhela. (Very important)
It was ironical how many people benefited from his goodwill while his own girlfriend whom, he loved more than anything in the world, was jobless and searching for one like crazy.
Dean was just lamenting on that when the front door swung open. Sharon walked in looking warn out. The scenery made Dean's heart ache. Last night Sharon had received a call for an interview, and by the looks of things, it didn't go as she wanted. Dean had begged her to let him give her recommendations, but Sharon wanted to do things her way.
Sharon plopped on the couch and Dean ran by her side. He immediately removed her shoes and laid them on his lap. "Honey?" Dean called as he massaged Sharon's slightly-swollen feet.
"Mmh"Sharon hammed. She was almost falling asleep.
"Why don't you come to the plantation with me tomorrow? "He suggested his brooding expression sending chills through Sharon's veins. "Take a break. You have been working too hard". Sharon smiled at what he just said, the irony in the statement was like an elephant in the room full of ants
"Working too much looking for a job." Sharon stood up from the coach and walked to their cream themed kitchen. She fetched herself a glass of water from the sink. She put the glass on her lips and downed the content at once.
"You know you could have asked me for that and I would have gotten it for you" leaning casually by the door post, Dean reasoned pointing at the glass of water on the table. He had water ready so that his beloved would not tire herself. Sharon's expression of realization flashed before he thank Dean for trying. She placed the empty glass on the kitchen counter and stook his hands.
She looked him in the eyes, "You are so thoughtful " she smiled softly her face serene. "I am so lucky to have you. " she pulled him into a hug. "I don't know how I will ever repay all the things you have done for me.if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have even graduated" Deans tightened his embrace on her possessively. She chuckled at how childish he was being. He started kissing her neck lightly. He trailed the kisses on her face, neck and her chest. She moaned lightly enjoying the pleasure his kisses were leaving.
"Don't take advantage of that." she joked and Dean raised his arms up in surrender. Proving Sharon's point, he really was taking advantage of the situation. He then Pouted. Seeing his pout, she smiled and started kissing back. Dean lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist at their own accord. Sly dog, it was like he had made an arrangement with her legs and they knew exactly what to do and when. He gently sat her on the kitchen island getting in between her legs.
He broke their contact and Sharon shivered with cold as her only source of heat had suddenly been taken. But that had to be done. So they could catch breathes. They were both hyperventilating, just a second longer and they would have died of asphyxiation. Dean swiftly removed his black Apollo top leaving his broad chest bare.
Sharon leaned in and planted feathery kisses down his chest. She only stopped when he pulled her cream chiffon blouse over her head and threw it to an unknown destination. His right arm cupped her left breast before their lips reconnect. They kiss like there was no tomorrow.
(Sharon's pov)
I just wanted to live the moment. I wanted Dean to kiss me until I could not feel my lips.So I just let go of all bad thoughts and concentrated on the kisses. Dude, he was a great kisser.
I heard" I am out "song. Indicating, I had a call." Ignore it" Dean suggested, kissing me.It was just like he could read my thoughts because I most certainly was about to push him away. I knew I had to answer that call because lately, people didn't call me, that only meant it could have been important or an emergency.
"Honey I have to." I said trying to readjust my black pencil skirt that Dean had rolled up my waist.It looked like I was wearing a belt over my black lacy panty. He sighed disappointment written all over his face.
Come on dude, it was not like I was moving out of the country, we were living together. And it was not like it was our first time to shag, we did it all the time.
He moved from between my legs to the window. "A little help here?" I asked pointing down at the island dramatically my legs were dangling and for some weird reasons I could not get myself down, or maybe it was because of the pencil skirt tightly hugging my hips together
He walked back to me in big strides. "put me down" I demanded, when instead of helping me down, he began kissing me hungrily.
"Honey. I don't want to. I need to you...you know..." he shrugged looking at me like a toddler. Wearing the most innocent face I had ever seen. "Please!"
"Then let us take this to the bedroom." I whispered in his ears. I did not know what I was thinking or let's just be honest, I was not thinking at all. All the kisses and make outs left me brainless like a zombie. That could only be the reason I was about to get laid on my kitchen island. Ew!
In just one move, I was carried off the counter. I wanted to ask if he went for some kind of 'carry women' training, but instead I wrapped my legs around him. We continued kissing until we toppled on the bed. How we got there, I may never know.
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