I don’t know how to explain this feeling. I was avoiding him and I know I am. Five days have gone by and here I am sitting in my vehicle at the corner of my block watching him knock on my door. It was nine o’clock in the evening and like always he came. He came every night before that too.
He hasn’t called me. Instead, he walks up to the door, simply knocks several times before leaving. I can see the flicker of irritation that crossed his face each time he left my home.
Why was I avoiding him?
I felt ashamed not on the way I felt. God, it was the best thing I have felt in forever. It was so good, I can’t seem to stop myself every night after that. It wasn’t appeasing the thirst inside of me though. I wanted him between my legs. Badly.
No. It wasn’t because of what it felt.
It was of what I have done. I felt like I had wronged Dave somehow. Even when he wasn’t here, I felt like I shouldn’t have jumped the widow ship too soon.
I watched him get into his expensive Mercedes and driving off. When he was safely gone, I drove into my parking lot and quickly get into my home. Taking a shower, I got dressed in a baggy t-shirt and a lace panty before crawling into bed.
The next morning, I was back at work again. I went through my day normally. My students practiced writing their E’s and number seven. After working on their alphabets and numbers. They went outside for a brief recess.
I was grading the students work when my phone ring. It was from the main office. I answered it immediately. Mrs. Robertson never calls unless a parent had stopped into the office to pick up a child.
“Hi, Leah. What’s up?” I asked.
“Briar, I have a gentleman here to see you. He says it’s urgent.” She answered.
The first bell ring and I knew I couldn’t leave. The students were going to be coming in soon. I sighed and rubbed my forehead.
“What’s his name?” I asked.
“Chase Gunner.” The minute the name registered, my back stiffened. He was at my workplace. Good god, the man was persistent. I didn’t know how to turn him away and after several minutes Leah called out my name.
“Are you still there?” She asked.
“Y-yes. Go ahead and send him here.” I told her.
We ended our conversation and I shifted the papers on my desk around. I set aside the grading paper and stood up to get ready for the next lesson when I felt a pair of eyes burning into my back. The hair on my back stood up and I turned around to see him standing before me.
He wore a dark grey suit. His jacket accentuating his broad shoulders. The buttons on his jacket left unbutton exposing his white dress shirt underneath. He closed the door behind him and walked further into the room.
No words were said. The heat and tension in the room were thick. I dropped the erasable marker in my hand next to the whiteboard before meeting his gaze head-on. I almost flinched at how hard and angry they looked.
“Chase.” I found myself saying. It came out calm and confident. Thank the lord.
His jaw ticked and his gaze swept down my body slowly. My hair swept up into a loose bun. The thin sheer peach blouse that hid nothing down to my dark grey pencil skirt. When his eyes met mine, they were heated but still so furious.
“Mind telling me what the fuck is going on with you?” He asked as he approached me. He was so close, I can see the cappuccino flecks in his eyes.
I tore my gaze away and moved to give us more space but his hands snapped up and slammed against the whiteboard, trapping me between his arms. I turned to look at him.
“Tell me, Briar. Why are you ignoring me?” His voice low and deep. His eyes swept down to my lips.
I lifted my chin, “This is my workplace, Chase. You shouldn’t be here.”
“I wouldn’t be here if you would communicate with me. What did I say to you before all this started? I said that you needed to be open with me. If there is one thing that pisses me off it is this.” His eyes flashed with the familiar anger again.
I dropped my gaze. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
Silence passed between us and after a minute he removed one of his arms to grip my chin between his fingers. He lifted my eyes up to meet him again. His eyes searched mine as if he was trying to read the turmoil going on inside of me.
In his presence, I was already feeling an ache between my legs. I wanted him to kiss me senseless and touch me again.
“The past is the past, Briar. Focus on the present.” He whispered softly.
“It’s not as easy as you think,” I replied and tried to look away.
“Look at me, baby girl.” He commanded, and like a good submissive I looked back at him.
“It is easy. Let it go. Don’t cling onto it. Don’t fight me. Don’t fight what you and I have between us. You know you love it. It feels good, baby girl. All I am asking is let it go. Whatever it is that you are clinging onto, let it go. Let yourself be free.” He pressed further.
“I can’t do this,” I replied. “I-I thought I could but-”
He leaned down and captured my lips. I melt right into his arm without any resistance. It was so hard to fight him when I have been fighting him for five days. He tasted so good. I can taste the fresh taste of his coffee.
My lips parted and he took the opportunity to sweep right in. His tongue expertly brushing and intertwining with mine. He pulled back and sucked on my lower lip before trailing his lips down my jawline.
“I want more, Briar. I need more. I don’t know what the fuck you did but I need you. Don’t give up on me now, baby girl.” He said, his voice low and raspy—full of need.
I clutched at his jacket and when he latched onto my sensitive skin I moaned.
“Chase,” I whispered softly. “God that feels good.”
I felt his smile against my neck, “Then don’t give up. Try for me. Let me show you what I can do to bring you pleasure.”
The second bell rung. My hands tightened into his jacket and I felt his hand snaked around to grab my ass. He yanked me onto his body and I can feel his hard arousal pressed against my center.
“I know but I need you to tell me you will try.” He murmured and sucked harder on my neck.
I let out another soft sound and shamelessly rubbed my body on his.
“Answer me, baby girl.” He said impatiently.
“O-okay,” I mumbled.
He pulled back and the sound of kids coming into the building can be heard outside the door. I swallowed hard and he steadied me on my feet. His eyes dropping to my exposed neck before a spark flickered in his green eyes.
“Tonight. I will be there and I expect you to be there, baby girl. Don’t disappoint me. I won’t give up. I need to taste that sweet pussy of yours again.” He bent down and gave me a quick hard kiss before pulling back.
He walked to the door and opened it. I watched him walk around the children and leave. The students piled into the room and I took a deep steady breath before turning and started writing again on the whiteboard.
During lunchtime, I sat around with a good friend of mine, Molly. She taught third grade and have worked with me for so long we knew so much about each other. We sat in the teacher’s lounge eating our packed lunch.
“God, these third graders are wild animals. They are sassy and too smart for their own good.” She pursed her lips grumpily.
“What did they do? Talk you into something you didn’t want?” I asked, taking a bite of my sandwich.
She poked her salad angrily. “I told them if everyone scored a 9 out of 10 on their spelling test that we will have a pizza day on Friday. I didn’t think they will get that score. The last five test the majority of the classroom scored less than 9.”
“Motivation encourages students to do good,” I responded.
“Yeah, I know. I should be happy but now I’m buying pizza.” She grumbled.
I laughed, “But you got the results that you wanted.”
“I guess.” She mumbled, feeling a little bummed before she perked up. “I really need a drink after this. You want to swing by the bar with me. We can have a couple drinks and be home before seven. Oh my god, I sound like an old lady. I remember one time one in the morning was late and now seven in the evening is what I considered late.”
I chuckled, “I would love to go have drinks with you.”
After school, Molly and I met at the local Froze’s bar. She slid into the bar stool next to me and we had several drinks. We talked and joked and before we knew it, it was past seven. Molly sighed and stretched in her seat.
“Alright, time to go home.” She said.
“You okay to drive?” I asked.
She nodded, “We took breaks in between. Definitely not drunk. I’ll be fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
After she left, I had a couple more drinks before I glanced at the clock. It was a little after eight. I paid my tab and walked out to my car but then again I did drink a little too much. I wasn’t completely drunk but I was at the point where I knew I should drive.
Sighing, I wondered who I should call. Shuffling through my contact list, my thumb brushed across Chase’s name. I hesitated before calling him.
“Briar?” He answered immediately.
I hummed. “So you know it was me.”
“I have your name in my contacts.” He explained. “Did you need something?”
I chuckled, “I was wondering if you can come and get me. I’m at Frozie’s bar.”
“Are you drunk?” He asked.
“No but I don’t think I should be driving,” I told him.
“I’ll be there in twenty.” He hung up and I walked back into the bar.