Before The Storm

Before The Storm

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"I'm fine, I just can't stand being around him. He...scares me." I admitted as I breathed out exasperatedly. He held my chin and looked into my eyes, his eyes were a soft brown and his face was chiseled to perfection, the tiny scar on his forehead didn't dim his beautiful features. "You need to leave. Alex..." He paused as his jaw clenched, a pained expression crossed his face. "He seems to have some interest in you, it never ends well." He concluded. "What do you mean?" I whispered. He shook his head, seemingly to stop himself from saying something before he gravely looked into my eyes. "Leave Melo." "Ay! David. Boss wants to see us." Lerato's man hollered over the door. He nodded and wordlessly left with him, leaving me in a puddle of questions. The way he said I should leave raised the hairs on my skin. Something wasn't right...
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|WATTPAD ALL CHARACTERS ARE 18+| "You're leaving?" Mr. Daughtler asks, seeming disappointed. "Yeah...it's getting late" I say. Just as I open the door, Mr. Daughtler uses his hand to push it close. I turn around, looking deep into his eyes, Our faces close together, I stare into his eyes and swallow hard; nervous about what is about to come. "Please don't leave" He begs "...what are you doing?" I ask, he slowly rests his hand on my cheek. "You're one of my favorite students...you know that right?" Mr. Daughtler whispers I'm completely speechless at first. "Um..." I say, watching him lean in for a kiss. However, I immediately turn my head "We probably shouldn't-" "But you want to...?" Mr. Daughtler tells me. I say nothing, we both know the answer to that. Mr. Daughtler slowly unbuttons his shirt; as it drops to the floor, I stare at his six-pack, rock-hard abs. "Tempting, isn't it?" He whispers, staring down at me. Mr. Daughtler moves my hands, slowly placing them on his abs. "You can't resist," He says. I gulp, knowing that what we are doing is wrong. However, how can I say no to that body? He leans in, whispering in my ear "How long would it take you to moan my name?"

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