Chapter 81: Chapter 81

(Avery’s Thoughts)

I’ve been walking back and forth at the entrance of our apartment building. I can’t come up with a decision for a certain thing.

“Should I tell him or not? What’s the need to tell him when I won’t be seeing him ever again,” I bite my fingers still unable to decide.

The superintendent has been watching me, and maybe, he’s feeling dizzy following my movement.

I take a deep breath, slap both my cheeks, fix my clothes and exercise smiling, “Okay, let’s go for don’t tell him, not needed decision,” I exclaim. “Here I go!”

***

Jeff isn’t in the living room or even in the kitchen when I arrive. I put down all the things I bought on the kitchen counter, and then go straight to our bedroom.

When I entered, I see the light is on in the comfort room, and I hear him singing and humming happily.

I put the gift on the bed, and goes back to the kitchen to re-arrange the things inside the kitchen cabinet. I somehow need something to do anyway, to distract my mind from that uninvited person who’s been trying to enter my mind, and my life now.

As I get busier cleaning, Jeff finally finishes his shower.

“Babe,” I hear him calling me. “Yes babe, I’m in the kitchen,” I answer.

He walks out of the room sexily, with his upper body exposed, and his lower part is just covered with a wrap-around towel. I feel the need to touch his abs when I see it.

He notices me and he chuckles, “Stop drooling, you just need to touch it if you want to,” he grins at me.

I roll my eyes at him and go back to what I’m doing.

“So, what’s that on the bed?”

“Uh, what do you think?” I answer sarcastically. He scoffs at my attitude, and then answers shortly with a rising intonation, “A gift?”

“Yes, a gift. A gift to you, from me,” I tell him the specific details, mocking him a bit.

He scratches his head, “Uh, what for?”

I feel a little bit upset with all his questions. So I stand up, put my hands on my waist, “A thank you is enough, babe. And yes, you are welcome.”

Then I turn around and wash my hands trying to steam off my annoyance.

I can hear his footsteps closing in and he hugs me. The weird thing is, when he did this, I suddenly remember him, and not Jeff.

“Hey, I’m sorry. Don’t be mad, okay?” he apologizes sweetly. And yes, this is my Jeff. He should be the one I am thinking about. He is the one I am with right now.

“Sorry, maybe I am a bit tired. Sorry for raising my voice at you,” I answer.

He hugs me tighter and he turns me around, so I cnan face him. The only piece of fabric that’s covering his naked body is now gone. And yes, he’s ready for a fight.

I suddenly remember the second round he asked this morning.

So I kneel down on the floor, and puts my hair over my shoulder, and I begin to touch his hard shaft.

He groans as I play with his thing gently, “Uh, babe. Are you sure you’re okay with it?”

I look at him, and smile, “Why wouldn’t I be? We’ve been doing this for a while now,” I answer a little distant, but I don’t know if he notices it.

His eyes are a bit sad and he speaks softly to me as he looks me in the eye, “We can do oral for now, if you don’t want to-”

I suck his dick to shut him up, and yes, he stops nagging. His nags turn to moans, a noise of satisfaction.

At the back of my mind, “Please, Jeff. Don’t worry about me too much, don’t make me feel guiltier than I am now. I want to give him everything I am, so maybe, I can avoid feeling this way.”

So I suck him gently and hard, slow and fast. I do everything in his favorite rhythm. I suck while I massage his balls with my warm hand.

I put him in my mouth at different angles and helps him grow harder, longer and bigger.

He steps back a bit and leans his bottom at the edge of the counter behind him. Both his hands grab the edge of the counter. When I think that he is in his full-hard mode, I ask him to take me to bed and do me over.

I hold onto the overboard frame as he claims me with his mouth, tongue, and then with his shaft. This is the second time we will have a deep penetration, and I am still as nervous, still trembling as I was the first time.

But Jeff is gentle enough, and he moves and swifts sweeter the second time around.

***

I arrive early at the museum the next day. I have things piled up on my tables and I have to finish them within this week. My eyes shine bright when I see the fresh yellow flowers on my table.

Not long, my boss walks towards me, “How’s your day yesterday? Did you finish the things you need to?”

“Oh yes, thank you, Madame Claudia. By the way, those look nice. I didn’t know we decorate with flowers now,” I even joke around her.

But she waves her hands in disagreement, “Oh! No, no, no!” she strongly refuses, so I get confused.

“Those flowers are for you, a man was looking for you yesterday,” she says while smiling.

“For me?” I ask puzzled

She nods. I look at it and see that it is the same thing as the last time, “Who gave these mystery flowers?” I frown and then turn to my boss.

“Did he or she happen to say his name?” at this point, I don’t want any more surprises, I just wish she has the answer that I want. Unfortunately, she doesn’t know who it is.

After our little conversation, she asks me to get back to work. Madame Claudia is as strict as ever.

Just like the usual, the museum seems quiet and only a few people visit here. I guess fewer people appreciate arts nowadays.

***

I am so absorbed with my work that I didn’t even notice the time passes. It is already evening time. When I see other co-workers preparing to leave, I take my phone out and check the time. It is already six in the evening.

“Shit, it is so late, and I haven’t even finished half of this. I just can’t leave it hanging, especially with the event coming next week, I guess I have no choice but to work over time,” I thought.

Madame Claudia and the others are now in front of the reception area to clock out.

“Aren’t you clocking out?” asks one of them.

“Well, I can’t leave these, so I’ll stay behind for a bit,” I answer.

“We are always lucky to have you,” says Madam Claudia.

“I’m honored,” I smile, then I go to the pantry to grab some coffee while they are still here.

As I go back, I can hear some of them murmuring, and Madame Claudia speaking to someone, a tall man.

I sit down immediately and go back to work, since I am not really interested in gossiping. And the man is really good in French, so maybe he’s just a client.

But when I hear my boss saying my name, well, from their conversation, I can say that they are talking about a woman, and then I hear my name, I stop for a bit.

“You are lucky, she’s here now,” my boss told the man. So I have no choice but to raise my head and see who this is.

At the same time, Madame Claudia happily told me, “Avery, this is him, the man who gave the flowers yesterday.”

And as soon as I raise my eyes towards his direction, I see his grinning smile. “What the fuck is he doing here?” I curse innerward.

“You!” it is a rising intonation, but it isn’t a question.

“Okay, Avery, Mr. Sullivan will buy some piece of art, please accompany him for us. We have to go now,” my boss says and they all go on their way.

I can see some stuff saying how handsome this guy in front of me is.

I suddenly feel suffocated, I don’t know if it is because of rage, anger, tension, or nervousness.

I just told myself I will never see him again, that’s why I lied to Jeff. Now what?

I massage my nose bridge and my temples and I try to calm myself down. On the other hand, he remains standing tall in front of me.

“I told you not to follow me. How did you know I work here?” I foolishly ask.

His smile is still intact, and I feel a little annoyed because of it, how can he smile at this situation. Is this fun for him?

“Well, you must have forgotten who I am, Avery. It’s only been two years, and the last time I check, I am still a billionaire. Finding people, let alone, a special person, is nothing,” he boastfully answers.

I scowl at him, “Huh? He didn’t even deny the fact. I thought he would say it was only a coincident.”

My head hurts from what I heard even more.

“Why are you doing this to me? Haven’t you thought that maybe some people disappear just because they don’t want to be found, huh?” I raise my voice at him.

“Exactly why I’m here. I need to know the reason why you left two years ago,” he argues.

“What for, Dmitri? Don’t we have our own lives now? Can’t you just live with the present and forget about the past?” I utter something I really didn’t mean to say.

I see his face darkens and he doesn’t like what I said. But he remains calm, “It’s funny, though. You’ve been talking about me as your past, when you have been my present all along.”

He pounds the table and his fists are clenched. He grits his teeth and his eyes are raging, “You’ve probably moved on with your life, but why am I left behind, Avery? Why did you move on so fast when I don’t even have the strength to look back? Everything’s still fresh in my mind, Avery.”

His exclaims make me speechless. I feel his pain, and I feel my pain. I fee his rage, and mine resurges. We stare at each other for a long time, and the tension continues to rise, not until a calling notification from my phone sets off.

When I look at the phone screen, it is Jeff.

“Oh, shit! I forgot to send him a message. Thanks to you, Dmitri!” I told myself.

I clear my throat, I feel awkward answering his calls now. Why? Why do I feel like this?

I slowly reach for it and slide the answer button. I immediately hear his worried voice, “Hi babe, are you on your way home? You seem late tonight.”

“H-hi babe,” I stutter when I see Dmitri’s eyes are locked on me, “I forgot to send you a message, I need to work overtime. Don’t wait for me, just eat something, okay?”

“Well, I can come over, and I’ll bring you some dinner, too. We could-” he is still speaking when I cut him off,

“-No, no, don’t go here, I am with my colleagues and we have already eaten dinner. I am sorry, babe. I’ll see you soon, okay?” I answer hurriedly. Just the thought of him seeing Dmitri here with me makes me crazy. He must not go here.

As I answer like that, the corner of Dmitri’s lips curls up. It seems he’s happy with what he hears.

“Okay, babe. I won’t disturb you with your work, see you soon. I love you, babe,” he ends the call with a sweet message.

“I-I love you, too,” yet again, I stutter for some unknown reason. I immediately hang up, and I feel relieved as if a thorn in my chest is removed.

When I put the phone down, I drink my coffee to ease my nervousness.

Then I hear him chuckles that annoyed me so well, “And what did you find amusing, Dmitri?”

“Because you are a bad girlfriend, or should I say, fiance. You’ve been lying to him, aren’t you?” he mockingly says.

His words slap me hard on my thick face.