Nemesis: A Love Story

HUGH

He's rounding the corner of the building, his cigarette between his fingers, working up the interest to go inside and do what must be done, when he sees the door swing open ahead and she walks out.
Her long blonde hair is all down today. Shielding her from his view. She wears her usual armour. Black everything. It only makes the white highlights of her hair brighter. His eyes shift to her face, he sees strain there. And dare he say some anger.
Probably the same look he wears after one of his "sessions" with Megan.
He barely remembers what their earlier sessions had been like back when he was intent on seducing her, making her ache for him.
Back when he had to actually talk.
Spin his web.
He'd blabbered on about his bad childhood. His abusive cunt of a father and his weak willed mother. He'd even gotten his eyes to tear up, his bottom lip to tremble.
That's all it had taken to get her up from behind the safety of her desk, rushing to his side to hold him as his body shook against hers. It was then he'd let his hands begin to roam across her body, feeling her curves.
At first she had tried to resist barely pushed him away only for him to stick his nose and mouth into the curve of her shoulder and neck, he began to suck on her skin, felt her gasp, head falling back in wanting. He worked his lips across her jawline and captured her already open panting mouth in his, ramming his tongue inside.
He'd finger fucked her for the first time. Right there on her office floor. Relishing in the moans she tried to hold back, the feel of her thighs pressing together, squeezing his hand as her pussy convulsed over and over again.
He takes a long drag off his cigarette as his mind goes back to a more pleasing image. He watches her from the shadow of a large tree.
She is oblivious to him.
Lost in her own thoughts.
She holds a blue notebook.
Megan and her fucking feelings journal. She'd tried that shit on him as well.
Instead he had written erotic poetry.
Enjoying the moment her eyes would glaze over as she read the words in front of him.
The way she had pulled on the collar of her blouse, uncomfortable and trying to hide how horny she was.
He could smell her cum scent from across the room.
Tessa opens her bag and stuffs the journal inside. Seems to make a decision and turns away from him.
Turn around he orders inside his head.
Turn around and see me.
See me.
She continues to walk away.
He feels a weird pull fill him. A need to move and he knows he has a decision to make.
Go inside and do the dirty deed with Megan and square her away for another week or take this opportunity to follow the other and learn more.
He licks his lips. Dragging his upper teeth across his bottom lip.
A decision has never been easier.
He tosses away the cigarette, shoves his hands into the pockets of his dark brown bomber jacket and takes the first step forward.