Page 10 of Good Intentions, Vol. 3

Chapter Five

Nick

It’s been a few days since I was able to lay my eyes on Heather again. I feel like a junkie in desperate need of my fix. Nothing holds my interest for too long. I’ve become impatient with everything and I am constantly checking my phone or asking Beth if there’s a message from Matthews Corp. Of course, there never is.It’s so bad that interns flee in fear whenever they see me walking down the halls of the office. I’ve fallen to my old habit of coming to the office after work hours and spending the nights here.Just me, the darkness and ghosts of Heather haunting me. I thought I knew how much I missed her, but until I saw her rushing into the conference room, her arms full of folders, her long blonde hair falling down her back leading the way to her apple shaped ass that was highlighted in those tight pants, I had no idea.The moment she stepped into the room and my eyes fell on her, I lost my breath.I couldn’t stop looking at her.Holding my breath, I sat there, waiting for her blue eyes to find mine.But they never did.It was only after I started the presentation that she looked in my direction, but she never met my eyes.

I kept glancing in her direction, but she was either looking at the screen across from me or leafing through the papers in front of her. She was concentrating on what I was saying and not the fact that I was there. Granted, she didn’t know that I approached Matthews with the bullshit idea of merging just so I would be close to her. Just so I could win her back.At first, I thought she would give some indication that I had the same effect as she had on me.I was so hard, I could barely push the words out of my mouth. All I kept thinking was how much I wanted to rush everyone out of the room, plant her ass on that large table, rip her white blouse open and bury my weeping cock inside her.It was only after I heard her quiet moan, that I knew I still had the same effect on her that she has on me.I started paying even more attention.I don’t think she was even aware that every time I licked my lips she would either bite hers or touch the top one with the tip of her tongue.Every time I touched my tie her eyes tracked my movement and then linger for a minute on my chest and when I unbuttoned my suit jacket her eyes momentarily went to my hard cock.I thought I would lose my mind if I didn’t get my hands on her, and do it soon. I was convinced I had her when we were left alone but then she sent me back to my wife.

She doesn’t know I’m divorced.I need to tell her that, but I want to do it in person, and this negotiation is the perfect cover to get her in the same room as me.The only problem is, she’s avoiding me and not answering my calls.She needs to know what’s been going on.I need to apologize, and she needs to accept the fact that she’s mine. I have only one option left on how to get in touch with her that doesn’t involve me barging into her office.Sitting at my desk, I turn on my laptop and start typing.

Dear Miss Turner,

Please call Beth at your earliest convenience and set up a meeting. I called your office but a woman named Sue said you’re unavailable and will be for quite some time.

She also informed me of your instruction that all things needed to be discussed about our business opportunity can be done so through our assistants and interns.

I do not agree.

This would go better if we handle it ourselves.

I urge you to reconsider and call Beth.

Thank you,

Nick Thompson

Pleased with myself and the email I sent, I open a brand new bottle of scotch to have something to do while I wait for Heather’s response.I know her and she will not resist the temptation of an unopened email and she will answer it immediately.I’m not too worried when the answer doesn’t come after the first glass.After the third one, I’m a little annoyed.

What could she be doing this late to not see my email?After the fourth glass, my vision starts swimming a little.I turn off the light in my office to stop the stabbing pain it’s causing in my eyes and turn my chair sideways. My eyes land on the closed door of my private bathroom.

Oh, the memories that assault my brain.

After the sixth glass of hard liquor, I lose all the patience I had and turned on by alcohol and visions of a naked Heather in my shower, I press space on the keyboard on my table and write another damned email….

Dear Miss. Turner,

I have been waiting for your confirmation that you got my previous email for the past three hours, and in that time, I started wondering...

Do you remember that first night? The one when I caught you in my shower?

Oh, how I wish things have gone differently that night.

I wish I hadn’t stood there at the door like a coward but instead stripped my clothes off and joined you.

How would you react if I did?

Would you scream and rush out, or would you tell me to sit down and eat you clean?

Or if I didn’t bite my fist so hard I ended up having bite marks the next day and stepped away and waited for you to come out…. What if I took my cock that was harder then ever before in my life and jerked off while watching you?

What if you came out, all wet in that towel and found me with my dick in my hands?

Would you go down on your knees and take me in your mouth? The way you always did when I jerked off while you watched.

Do you remember that?

You loved to watch me…. Almost as much as I loved watching you.

I still see your foggy shape behind the shower glass as you massage your tits. Can still watch the glide of your hand down your body to your soaking pussy.

The sound of you moaning my name over the water while you made yourself come is haunting me in my dreams.

Would you let me fuck you that night?

I need you, Pretty girl.

Give me another chance.

Come back to me…. And let me fulfill all your fantasies… and some of mine.

I love you, Heather.

Please… just, come back.

Yours, Nick