The next morning, I sat with arms folded on a kitchenette stool, Finn sitting on my lap; already dressed up for school but still taking his cereal. I rubbed my eyes with the back of my hand, yawning. I was so tired — it'd felt like I'd slept for barely two minutes before Finn came jumping into my room — announcing that it was morning already. I'd been too damn exhausted to change out of my dinner clothes, and Cora spent a long time with Mr. Salazar — she still hadn't told me what they discussed — if he agreed to keep his mouth shut and not tell Me. Sturm about Finn.“Come on now, Cora,” I prodded. “What did he eventually say? I don't know, but my baser instincts are telling me to pack up a suitcase and get the hell out of this place.”She laughed, smoothening her tresses with her fingers. “Relax, dear. Remember how long it took to get that job. You're not in New York for anyone but you and your son. If Mr. Sturm finds out, so? Fuck him.”“Do you think he'd be able to press charges aga
There were days I didn’t want to get out of bed.Sleep was that basic necessity that was sometimes hard to get enough of. And coupled with the loads of manuscripts Mr. Sturm ensured I took home with me every fucking day of the week, I wasn’t even sleeping my normal eight-hour ration. I always stayed up late till two, cutting down sleep time to four and when my alarm went off at five I was too groggy to even move. Some nights Cora stayed up with me to chat as I worked. Sometimes when I fell asleep on my makeshift desk near the window, she piled the manuscripts away and helped me to bed.“You’re not going easy on yourself, Elaine,” she told me one Monday morning as we were having breakfast. Finn was already ready for school and was finishing up his homework on the sofa while I had taken my bath but hadn’t dressed up yet. “I understand that you’re a go-getter. You’re hardworking and hates having work piled up but don’t you think you should take good care of your health first? It’s taking
ElaineI stood in the empty lobby with a notepad in hand, writing down stuff I'd need to get from the grocery store while waiting for Vivienne who'd gone to take a pee. It was way past dismissal but I'd stayed back to finish the manuscript I'd been working on all day and turn it in to Mr. Sturm for final inspection before it would be sent to the publication team. Almost everyone had gone home."Hey, Elaine. Don't you think it'd be a great idea if the two of us go out for drinks tomorrow to celebrate your first week at work?" Vivienne suggested the minute she came out of the bathroom, adjusting her skirt. "Consider it a treat from me. You don't have to worry about paying anything.""Ah." I pause, thinking hard on my schedule. Cora had said something about a date with Terry last night while we were chatting, and frankly I didn't want to leave Finn in her care for yet another afternoon. It wasn't fair, and I could see how much the date meant to her when she told me about it. "It's not a
It was a little before eleven before I finally got into bed after reading Finn his favorite bedtime story. Cora was spending the night over at Terry’s and wouldn’t be back till tomorrow morning to get ready for work. Since Mr. Sturm could likely travel after the conference tomorrow, I had a lot of time to work on some manuscripts. Tonight, I wanted to rest my eyes. It’d been a long time since I had a good night's rest.Unfortunately, it was a few minutes past two in the morning before I finally gave up on my struggle after taking Finn to pee for the fifth time. I knew what was wrong with me. I was worried over a lot of things – not fessing up to having a child for one. I’d lied in my job resume, to my friends at the office, to Mr. Sturm – and anyone who found out, I had them shut up. The more I tried to cover this shit up, the more likely it seemed that I could get caught soon.God. I really didn’t want to go to jail or worse – pay a fine. If I was lucky enough to get fined, goodness
My heart began pounding, not in panic or bottled-up anger, but rather in excitement. The pleasure pooling between my legs thicken, and I had to push Finn’s head aside, on a pillow so he wouldn’t smell my arousal.It’s all yours, Daddy. Yours to pummel and do as you please.His reply bounced back a millisecond late.Sky Walker: Where do you stay? Do you stay alone? I could arrange for a hotel room just for the both of us to meet tomorrow.Oh, God. I’d only just started talking to him today. I wasn’t even sure that he was Mr. Sturm in question here. What if he turned out to be a creepy, ruthless serial killer? I couldn’t imagine turning up dead and leaving Finn in a cruel world like this.I’m sorry but…I don’t know you quite well for us to meet.I tossed my phone aside on the small bedside table beside the bed when Finn began to stir once more, calling out for me. I laid properly on the bed, wrapping an arm around him so he’d stop feeling scared. He normally found it hard to sleep at ni
I greeted a few colleagues passing by as I stood nervously in the parking lot, waiting for Mr. Sturm to arrive. I patted a few specks of dust that are gathered on my dress again for the umpteenth time. My nerves were getting the best of me. And apart from the raw excitement of seeing Mr. Sturm, I could pinpoint the other reason was due to lack of sleep. Four hours of shut-eye was simply not enough for me, nor could it be for anyone else. This morning, as I made coffee, I logged on to Facebook; hopeful to see my Sky Walker online. After waiting a good thirty minutes without seeing the green active dot on his profile, I gave up.Perhaps he was still pissed at me, thinking I’d ditched him.Life was so unfair.I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t see when Mr. Sturm pulled over in front of me. He got down, murmuring a greeting as he moved over to the other side to open the door for me. “Good morning, Elaine.”I flushed, startled to see him. “Good morning, Sir,” I unconsciously tucked
I leaned back on the cool leather seat close to the glass wall, watching Mr. Sturm as he ordered cappuccinos at the metal counter. The blonde bartender taking his order was flushed, fluttering her lashes at him balefully as she jotted his words down. I placed a hand on my chest, directly where it was tight, and jealousy made smoke puff out my ears.Back off my man.This restaurant was located in a bay area I’d never been to before, and judging by the way Mr. Sturm and I were ignored and treated like completely normal people, I realized that he wasn’t popular here. No one knew about the chronic womanizer who always made the headlines with his sexcapades. No one cared about his money or reputation. He was just another one of the regulars who trooped by for coffee, along with a friend – me.I looked up now as he made his way over, setting a paper cup filled with steaming coffee in front of me. I thanked him as he settled back down on his seat, lifting the cup to my lips.“How do you like
It was almost five PM before the conference came to a close and I escorted Max to the airport. I missed him already and couldn't stop pinching myself at the recent turn of events this morning. If Alsina hadn't attacked me, would we have admitted our feelings for each other sooner and resolved everything that happened in Manhattan?I was dying for Saturday to arrive. He promised to even pick me up himself once he was back from in the evening, and I'd stood crying as he kissed my cheeks and disappeared into the belly of his private chopper. After everything that happened, he was still the same. The same Anselm I'd met and fallen in love with, and not a grumpy, stuck-up boss as I'd initially thought he was.I was glad that from now on henceforth, I was the only one who got to see the loving side of him he'd shown me in that restaurant bathroom.God. I couldn't wait to tell Cora all about it.Finn raced out the front door the minute I pushed open the gate, and I bent forward to scoop him