"Go for someone who is not only proud to have you, but will take every risk just to be with you." - Unknown.
I sat at my desk, staring at the samples I collected earlier in the day. My mind drifting to Amelia, thinking about all that has happened since I sent her the first message on Instagram.
My mind drifted to the night I was browsing and I saw her picture.
She had on a blue dress that stopped mid thigh, with black knee high boots. Her face a free of makeup and her face was down. She was beautiful, she still is.
I liked her photo, but I felt drawn to her some how. I couldn't stop there, I sent her a message, hoping she would respond.
She did, about half an hour later. I didn't hesitate, I responded immediately. We continued to message that night and I found her to be; beautiful, intelligent, sophisticated and humble.
We continued to talk over the next few days, and we became friends. When she was comfortable enough, she gave me her phone number so that I could call her. I didn't mind talking to her through Instagram. But I was grateful that she felt comfortable enough and took a step further with me.
The first time I called and she answered, she had such a soft, sensual voice, very timid, but that didn't bother me. I could now finally hear and video call her.
She told me she was having problems with her boyfriend. He was being verbally abusive towards her.
I didn't like that, she was too good of a person to be treated that way. I tried my best to encourage her walk away from it because she deserved to be happy and she must not let a man threaten her happiness.
She slowly came around to taking my advice, she was starting to stand up for herself. I was happy. The more we talked, the deeper I felt for her. We would have endless conversations about random things.
We decided to meet up about 6 months after we started talking. When I first laid my eyes on her, she left me breathless and when she hugged me, she smelt so divine.
We would meet for lunch sometimes we were not too busy with work or I would take her home some nights after work. The more I got to know her the more I fell for her.
Then, the day came when she broke up with him, after which; she told me he was stalking her and leaving things in her apartment.
I saw red, I was livid, he was scaring her and she was becoming depressed and anxious. Jumping at the smallest sound or creak. She didnt notice me, watching her.
She was starting to withdraw within her shell, I had to pull her out. I couldn't let her do this to herself. She needed to stand up to him, stand her friend and not let him walk all over her.
I've told her many times, this is the beginning of the end with Matthew. I have tried to reassure her that you can you take the same ingredients; all the things she has to offer a man and cook something different, with someone else and watch it work better that what she had with Matthew.
She slowly gained her confidence back, she was doing things more, going out more, getting her life back on track.
She was crawling into my heart, filling the little spaces with her, kindness, her love, her compassion for others, her gentleness, her generosity, her entire being.
I wanted her in my life, as my best friend, my confidant, her shoulder to lean on, my doctor, my teacher, my woman and my everything.
The more she turned from him the more she leaned towards me so much that she decided to step into the future by my side. Even though we were taking baby steps to get where we need to be, I'm willing and ready to take those tiny steps with her.
I took her out, I wanted it to be special, this would be our first date, I wanted nothing to hinder it. But he had to be there. He made me so mad when he touched her. The smirk on his face I wanted to wipe off, which I did and it felt great.
Then the biggest bomb fell on my lap, she told me about her past. What he did and how he did it to her. I was beyond mad, I was enraged. I wanted to kill him and I'm hoping I get the chance.
I didn't and couldn't sleep that night. My mind kept drifting to what she told me. I blame her for staying with him, but I understood why she couldn't leave him.
He had so much control over her that she was second guessing herself and everything that she did, thinking that if she left he would find her and bring her back and the consequences would be so great and that's exactly what happened.
I whispered sweet words to her while she slept. Telling her that I'll never leave her side because I'm in it for the long haul with her.
A knock sounded at the door, bringing me back to reality. Tap, the intern stuck his head inside.
"Manuel is here, he's says he's going to pick up the samples."
"Ok, they are in the Lab." I answered. He closed the door. Manuel was the delivery driver that tooks the samples from this lab to our sister lab in Bango county, 25 miles away, plus he does other deliveries for the labs all over Crenshaw.
I glanced at the photos on my desk, a photo of my parents and a photo of Amelia. Thinking about her sent blood rushing to my dick.
Remembering the night we shared, made my erection now painfully hard. I had to do something or else I'll be hurting for a while.
I debated on whether to call Amelia so that we could have phone sex, but she told me shewould be in a meeting today. I unzipped my pants, grabbed my cock and willed my brain to take me back to that night.
Every moan, every kiss, how wet she was, the way my dick slipped in and out of her. The way she arched her back and moved against me. I moved my hands a little faster. "Yes." In the middle of my jerk off session. Tap knocked the door. I groaned. I could feel that I was close to climaxing.
I had to get rid of him fast. "Yes Tap?" I asked, very annoyed with his presence now.
"Um, Manuel said he'll be back on Friday." He said.
"Ok. I answered. My eyes telling him to hurry and leave. He took the bait and quickly closed the door.
I resumed my actions. Gripping my cock, I continued, I didn't stop until I had semen running down on my hand. I grabbed a tissue from my desk and quickly cleaned myself.
My phone started to ring. I picked it up and looked at the screen, Amelia.
"Hey sweetheart." I answered.
"Hi baby, I was just thinking about you. We got a 15 minute break and you were on my mind so I decided to call." She said.
"I'm glad you did, I was debating on whether to call you earlier. I was thinking about our night together and Jr decided to wake up from his nap.
"Really?" She asked
"Yes, but I already jerked off. I knew you had major meeting and I didn't want to disturb you."
"You could've at least sent me a photo." She said, sounding very annoyed with me right now.
"I'm sorry." I tried to sound apologetic, a small chuckle escaped my lips.
"Its ok, next time, send me a photo. I have to go. They are gonna resume." She said
"Ok babe."
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I tried to get some work done, but I couldn't, my focus was elsewhere, on what Lia told me about Matthew's past and what he did to the CEO.
I needed to call a friend of mine, Antonio. A former soldier in special forces. If you wanted something or someone found, he could and would find it. I needed a favour.
I dialed his number, he picked up on the third ring.
Hey D. What's up? He asked.
"I need a favour."
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