It was a long, emotional weekend with Nathan, and I was happy to have my weekly schedule of work ahead of me to focus on. Work helped to take my brain off my Nathan obsession for a little while. At least until I was sucking on a pen. That move had gotten me into quite a bit of trouble on more than one occasion. It wasn’t entirely intended, but just as he clicked on pens to think, I sucked on them.Nathan worked very hard that weekend to make sure I couldn’t remember my name—let alone walk—by the time he was done. He had returned me to normal, my nightmare pushed to the back of my mind, and by Sunday night I was back in control of myself. I hated showing how weak I was to anyone, let alone him. That was why I created an alternate version of myself. I yearned to one day be as strong as the woman I made people believe I was on the outside.I also learned that I had given Nathan great power over me. He had the ability to heal me or destroy me, and I didn’t know which way it would
He left me wanting, just as he’d intended. Left to sit all day, bare under my skirt without my ruined, confiscated panties, and so turned on my thighs were going to be chafed from rubbing together. I was also afraid of a wet spot appearing on my skirt, telling all what a wanton slut I was, though they didn’t know who for.I went about my work, and of course, before ten hit, the Boob Squad was making their appearance. Two days without seeing him appeared to be torturous.It would be…for me. Then again, he was with me and not them.He called me his, and was very adamant about that fact, but in terms of a relationship? I wasn’t sure. Our constant limbo had me on edge, and the only thing that calmed me was his touch. He anchored me then, cementing me to him.I was happy Kelly didn’t stay too long. She was becoming almost scary in her stalker tendencies as she stepped backward out of the office so she was able to continue staring at him for as long as possible. Never mind that s
It was two weeks later, on a Monday, and just like all previous Mondays, the Boob Squad, or the “Nathan Thorne Fan Club,” had to make their presence known as soon as they walked in the door. It had been a boobs-on-parade show all day long, and I was ready to explode.Just before three, the President made her grand entrance. I watched her through the door as she perked her breasts in her bra before walking in, and I wondered idly if she knew I could see her, or if she just didn’t care. Then again, it could be that I was invisible to her since Nathan’s arrival. I’d officially become another piece of furniture.Jennifer sat on the edge of his desk. “Nathan, can you take a look at this, please? I think I need to switch something around, but I’m not sure.”She leaned over, pointing to the sentence in question, making sure her breasts were spilling out in front of his face. I could swear every day they were showing more and more. He’d been here over three months, and the conservat
The scene in the kitchen was stagnant, waiting to unfold when Caroline finally found her voice. She turned and gaped at me, her mouth popping open and closed, reminding me of a fish. The sight would have made me laugh if the situation hadn’t been so serious.With a deep sigh, I jumped down from the counter and walked to stand in front of her.“Nathan?” Her voice was almost shrill.I nodded and turned to find him already cleaning the chicken for me, letting me deal with my friend’s initial outburst.Caroline struggled to string her words together. “How… I mean… Really?”Again, I nodded.“But…it’s Nathan Thorne. You despise him.” She grabbed my arm and pulled me closer. “He’s your Christopher?”“Yes,” I replied. “I wanted to tell you, I did…I wanted… ”Caroline silenced me, placing her hand up between us as she stared at Nathan’s back. Her fist grabbed the front of my shirt and she dragged me into the living room. Her eyes were still glued on the kitchen when she stopped
Later that week, thanks to the Boob Squad, we became aware of the accused offenders of the alleged affair: Sadie from our accounting department and Will from tax law. They were not only hiding a relationship, but were expecting.The story running rampant was Benjamin and his wife were at the OB/GYN for a checkup when they bumped into Will and Sadie. Benjamin’s wife told one of her friends about it, who told another, who told another, and so on, before it ended up in one of the biggest office gossip’s ear. You didn’t tell Sheila, Mr. Holloway’s assistant, anything that you didn’t want spread around.I felt bad for them, worrying about when the situation came to a head. I understood Holloway & Holloway’s policy and why it was in place. I was there during the Antonio and Karen blowup. The difference I found here was that Sadie and Will worked in separate departments and never interacted for work, while Karen had been Antonio’s legal assistant.Mr. Holloway could amend it so
“Oh, my God. Could you quit flaunting your tits around? I’m getting so sick of looking at yours, I can hardly stand to look at my own. And, by the way, if he hasn’t taken the bait yet, he isn’t going to.” Caroline was attempting to get the point across to two B.S. members, Kelly and Tiffany.I was having a very difficult time keeping my coffee in my mouth. It was threatening to fly out all over my desk, files, and computer screen. There was nothing worse than coffee-stained documents.I chanced a glance over at Nathan, also attempting not to laugh, his hand covering his mouth, concealing his upturned lips. His eyes betrayed him, laugh lines crinkling in the corners.Laugh lines.My addiction to seeing them was growing stronger every day. Each time he smiled, I wanted more.Caroline was living up our secret to the fullest by giving it to the Boob Squad.“Whatever, Caroline.” Kelly sneered, pulling me from my internal musing, before grabbing Tiffany’s arm and leaving our of
Nathan was always stiff and sore in the mornings. Some symptoms showed more than others. That day fell into the latter category. He literally rolled out of bed, and the limp in his leg was very pronounced.A few hours later, he popped more pills into his mouth, his hands moving to his temples, rubbing them in a counterclockwise motion.By two in the afternoon, he was on the third set of pain pills to numb the aches and migraine that plagued him. He had woken with a headache, and it increased as the day wore on. The medicine didn’t seem to help, and he skipped lunch, opting to lie down in a dark, empty office.He stood and continued to limp, heading to the break room. It was so bad that he was unable to walk it off.Throughout the day, I observed him as he wiggled in his chair and readjusted himself in an attempt to find a comfortable position. He’d give up, sighing in defeat, and settled for whatever position he found to be the most tolerable.It was easy to forget about h
The next morning, I was shocked into silence when Andrew walked straight up to Nathan in the parking lot and hugged him. Nathan hugged him back, and they exchanged what I could only describe as some secret man-look. No fists, no angry words, but an understanding and friendship budded in front of my eyes as Andrew vowed to stay silent about us.Over the next few days, they became lunch buddies, Andrew splitting between the two of us. It was almost like shared custody.“Really?” I asked Nathan a few days later, my curiosity getting the better of me. I stood in front of the stove, a skillet full of ground turkey, springing the question on him as he walked back in from changing clothes.“What?”I waved the spatula in my hand. “You hug, exchange a look, and suddenly all of the animosity that’s been boiling between you two for months is gone.”“That about sums it up.”“Men are strange creatures.”“Nothing had to be said. I told him to search; I knew what he was going to find.”
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I was having trouble concentrating on the document in front of me and decided perhaps a cup of coffee was in order. The smell of the coffee would help to override the permeating scent of Nathan.The hair-raising, cackling sound of the Boob Squad’s laughter could be heard before I made it into the break room. I didn’t want to see them right then, but the need for coffee prevailed. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with them.“Oh, hi, Delilah,” Jennifer said as I entered.I walked up to the cabinet and pulled out a clean cup. “Morning, Jennifer.”There were four of them standing around. I couldn’t help thinking they should be working.“So glad to see you finally decided to return to work.”All of the sudden, I felt like I was in high school, being ganged up on by the popular girls. The difference was that there was no stepbrother named Adam to lead them like when I was younger—just a warped sense of entitlement.Ignoring them, I poured the liquid into a cup. My hand reached f
Days.Minutes.Weeks.Years.Hours.I didn’t know how much time had passed, nor did I care. It was peaceful in the black.Voices called to me, whispered echoes surrounded me. I could make them out, if I concentrated. But I didn’t want to concentrate. I wanted the peaceful black.Most of their words were lost in the depth, mangled, but I could hear the murmurs all the same.Caroline, Andrew…and Nathan.I could make out the tenor more than the actual words. Nathan didn’t say much, for which I was thankful, but I could hear Andrew. He was angry, screaming and cursing while Caroline was pleading.I shook every time I heard Nathan. His voice threatened to pull me back.I didn’t want to go back. The calm darkness held the pain at bay. I didn’t have to feel my heart shattering in there.Though the pain came through anyway every time he spoke.It wasn’t often, but it was there. He stayed silent, and I couldn’t help but wonder why he was there. Didn’t he leave me? Break me?
The next morning, I was shocked into silence when Andrew walked straight up to Nathan in the parking lot and hugged him. Nathan hugged him back, and they exchanged what I could only describe as some secret man-look. No fists, no angry words, but an understanding and friendship budded in front of my eyes as Andrew vowed to stay silent about us.Over the next few days, they became lunch buddies, Andrew splitting between the two of us. It was almost like shared custody.“Really?” I asked Nathan a few days later, my curiosity getting the better of me. I stood in front of the stove, a skillet full of ground turkey, springing the question on him as he walked back in from changing clothes.“What?”I waved the spatula in my hand. “You hug, exchange a look, and suddenly all of the animosity that’s been boiling between you two for months is gone.”“That about sums it up.”“Men are strange creatures.”“Nothing had to be said. I told him to search; I knew what he was going to find.”
Nathan was always stiff and sore in the mornings. Some symptoms showed more than others. That day fell into the latter category. He literally rolled out of bed, and the limp in his leg was very pronounced.A few hours later, he popped more pills into his mouth, his hands moving to his temples, rubbing them in a counterclockwise motion.By two in the afternoon, he was on the third set of pain pills to numb the aches and migraine that plagued him. He had woken with a headache, and it increased as the day wore on. The medicine didn’t seem to help, and he skipped lunch, opting to lie down in a dark, empty office.He stood and continued to limp, heading to the break room. It was so bad that he was unable to walk it off.Throughout the day, I observed him as he wiggled in his chair and readjusted himself in an attempt to find a comfortable position. He’d give up, sighing in defeat, and settled for whatever position he found to be the most tolerable.It was easy to forget about h
“Oh, my God. Could you quit flaunting your tits around? I’m getting so sick of looking at yours, I can hardly stand to look at my own. And, by the way, if he hasn’t taken the bait yet, he isn’t going to.” Caroline was attempting to get the point across to two B.S. members, Kelly and Tiffany.I was having a very difficult time keeping my coffee in my mouth. It was threatening to fly out all over my desk, files, and computer screen. There was nothing worse than coffee-stained documents.I chanced a glance over at Nathan, also attempting not to laugh, his hand covering his mouth, concealing his upturned lips. His eyes betrayed him, laugh lines crinkling in the corners.Laugh lines.My addiction to seeing them was growing stronger every day. Each time he smiled, I wanted more.Caroline was living up our secret to the fullest by giving it to the Boob Squad.“Whatever, Caroline.” Kelly sneered, pulling me from my internal musing, before grabbing Tiffany’s arm and leaving our of
Later that week, thanks to the Boob Squad, we became aware of the accused offenders of the alleged affair: Sadie from our accounting department and Will from tax law. They were not only hiding a relationship, but were expecting.The story running rampant was Benjamin and his wife were at the OB/GYN for a checkup when they bumped into Will and Sadie. Benjamin’s wife told one of her friends about it, who told another, who told another, and so on, before it ended up in one of the biggest office gossip’s ear. You didn’t tell Sheila, Mr. Holloway’s assistant, anything that you didn’t want spread around.I felt bad for them, worrying about when the situation came to a head. I understood Holloway & Holloway’s policy and why it was in place. I was there during the Antonio and Karen blowup. The difference I found here was that Sadie and Will worked in separate departments and never interacted for work, while Karen had been Antonio’s legal assistant.Mr. Holloway could amend it so