Chapter 64: Chapter 64

KRISTIN

My drive to the office was a bit thoughtful.

In a day, I seemed to have completely changed. I felt... happier.

Not the usual happiness alcohol or sex brought me. This kind of happiness bubbled from within and spread around my body, initiating sparks and flaming heat that made me long for June.

I used to always run to alcohol for solace whenever it felt like the weight of the world bore down on my shoulders, and I always got the desired effect, but... it never lasted.

I would wake up the following morning feeling like a pile of horseshit dumped beside a sewer.

Sex also provided a very great source of happiness. The feeling of the nut crawling around my sack and creeping into my shaft with a convulsing tingle is a form of happiness people don't talk about enough.

And yes, it only lasts for that period. Post-nut clarity had happened to me a few times in the past, and it always left me feeling more devastated than I was before cuffing the whore to the bed...

But with June...

Sex with her was more than just great. It was intense, calming, and thrilling.

And I've not felt this well-rested in a very long time.

Still, it felt so wrong. And that feeling of tasting the forbidden fruit only added to the thrill.

A feeling of insecurity suddenly washed over with with an intensity that made me grab the wheel tighter.

June could easily come over her feelings for me.

She still had a lot of time on her hands, time to date and date and date until she settled for the right person. She could wake up tomorrow and decide that she's had enough of me.

What happens to me then?

I exhaled softly... Just the thoughts I was trying to avoid.

June and I would never be accepted by society even if we decided to pursue this thing between us.

Don't get me wrong, I love her so much and wouldn't mind trying, but...

My drive to the office wasn't pleasant because I was continuously ravaged with thoughts of what this new episode meant for me.

Just as I parked my car and started for the main building, a text came in.

It was Edith:

'HEY, SLEEPY HEAD! YOU AWAKE YET?'

I paused in my steps and stared at the message with knitted brows.

Where was that former spark I always felt from her messages? Edith would always check on me, sometimes even send morning texts with love emojis, and it used to send bubbles into my stomach.

I didn't feel that way from the text, not at all. As I approached the entrance, my mind drifted off to the work I had planned for the day.

It would definitely feel lovely to invest my time and attention into work and keep my mind off disturbing thoughts.

With that motive, I marched into the building.

Just like every normal morning, an orchestra of greetings slammed me in the face the moment I stepped in.

Someone grabbed my briefcase and rushed towards my office. As expected, everyone became busy. I know my clothes would be the topic of discussion the moment my office door clicks shut.

My fits have always been known to be sick. Even when I wear something as simple as a T-shirt and jeans, I always try not to look ordinary.

And I know that my fashion sense has greatly imparted a lot of the younger ones in our midst—especially those interested in influencing and modelling.

From the side, Edith passed me a small smile.

I returned the smile.

It wasn't until ten minutes later that I settled on my chair in the peace of my office after sorting a challenging fight between two staff.

That is exactly how they do it: they quarrel in my absence, sometimes even exchange words, then swear at each other to report to me, and then block my eardrums with their respective sides of the story the moment I walk in.

I employed kids, I know I did—and I'm really happy about that decision.

There is this feeling of fulfilment that comes with helping youngsters grow, nurturing them for the wild, and assisting them to make their aspirations a reality—of course, while helping them survive financially!

Trust me, it's a great feeling. I wake up most mornings and smile when I remember the father-figure role I assume in most of their lives...

Talking about the father-figure role, June should be up, right?

My phone was just inches away from my fingers yet I hesitated. What if she was still sleeping? I wouldn't want to disturb her rest.

Deciding to wait for some hours to see if she'd text when she got up, I opened my mail.

As expected.

Tons of emails, most of them useless and undoubtedly adding to the unread numbers scaring the shit out of me.

A knock made me pause.

Edith must be really impatient to come in for the routine morning briefing.

"Come in," I said and went back to work. The methodical opening of the door revealed to me that it wasn't Edith. I know only one person who opens my door in that manner. "Ava, how are you?"

Ava is very shy and one of the most difficult to relate with, mainly because she doesn't easily mix with others. I've, before the others understood her, settled countless disputes between her and the other staff.

Even as she stood at the door twirling her fingers and looking nowhere in particular, I could see her working up the courage to speak.

"Ava, come and sit."

She shook her head. "No, I'm okay this way. I... I want to see you."

I paused and gave her my full attention. "Okay, I'm all ears. Are you sure you don't want to sit?"

"I'm fine... Kristin."

At least, I was able to convince her to call me by my name. I feel proud.

"I can hear you," I smiled and leaned into my seat.

"I was telling Edith but she said you are the one I should meet."

"Okay... What is it?"