Seven

SIMON

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Paula?” He asked, pushing her off him, immediately before quickly tucking his semi-hard penis into his shorts.

“I want you, Si.” She said, shrugging casually while still on her knees.

As though sitting on the revolving chair was holding him back, he got up to his full height so that he could react properly.

“You should be ashamed of yourself!” He spat. Instead of her being apologetic about it and walking away, Paula laughed so loudly that it sent chills down Simon’s spine.

“What is wrong with you?” He asked her again. This time around, he was genuinely concerned for her.

“You!”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you think I have forgiven myself for hurting you? I know all the things I did were very bad, but can you please forgive me and give me a chance. If the cases were reversed and you were the one who did the wrong, I’ll forgive you in a heartbeat. You know what, I think you should do it back so that we can be even. Cheat on me, Si. Fuck one of your students. Extort my funds. Lie to me. In the end, just please, take me back. I can’t afford to lose you after all we have been through.” She crawled to where he stood, placing a hand on her thigh.

Simon stared at the woman he loved for more than five years. He couldn’t recognize her anymore. What he could see was a monster who didn’t even deserve to be the mother of his son. If she could sign off her parenthood rights, he’d go to the court because he had valid reasons.

“I really can’t believe you’re doing this, Paula.” He shook his head in disbelief.

“Is it wrong of me to fight for the man I love? For me to fight for my home?”

“Don’t you dare stay there and act like this is all my fault. Paula, I forgave you so many times while you lied in my face. You broke my trust in you and I’ll never be able to get over it. So, please, give yourself some respect and get out of my office because I need to work.” He told her.

“Baby, we can rebuild the trust. You’ll monitor me. I can come with you to work everyday. You’ll lock me in your office and take me to your meetings. I’ll be your dutiful wife, keeping quiet until you ask for my opinion on things. Si, we can start over. I just need you to say the words.” She told him and he was on the verge of actually losing his shit. Is it that she was not getting it.

“Please leave.” He said, in the most polite way possible.

“You can lie all you want that you don’t want me, but your body still sure craves me.” She spat and he looked at her as though she was insane.

He followed her gaze to his crotch and he saw that he was actually tenting in his shorts.

“Get out, Paula.” He ordered.

“Why are you denying yourself pleasure, Si? I’m here for you to use the way you please. Take this shirt off and fuck me the way you used to fuck me. Tie me up, spank me. Make me shiver and climax. God, I miss the sex.”

“Paula, I will call the police on you if you don’t get out now!” He said and she rolled her eyes as though she was calling  bluff on what he said.

“Baby, it is raining heavily. Also, this case is not an emergency, so you’re literally stuck with me. What is so hard in what I’m asking for? Pull out your penis and fuck me. It’s not something we haven’t done before. We can make up later.” She said.

Simon was convinced that Paula had lost her mind.

He hated being aggressive, but when push came to shove, he had to do what he had to do.  And so, by her arm, he yanked her up, opened the door of his office and pushed her out before locking the door so she wouldn’t come in.

He was sure she was banging, but the walls of his office were soundproof.

Paula was right about one thing, he was hard.

He wasn’t hard for her, though.

When she gave him permission to fuck one of his students, his dick thought for him instead of his brain.

Ignoring it, he decided to go back to work, scanning through all the profiles of the Master’s students on the university’s portal.

It turned out that working wasn’t going to solve anything because his erection was hurting.

Remembering his lawyer said he was coming by 9:30 PM, he picked up his phone and sent a text to him.

Simon: Today wouldn’t be a convenient time again. Can we reschedule?

Going back to work, his mouse raked through all the student profiles until he found the one he was looking for.

As soon as he was viewing her profile, he zoomed in on her headshot, unzipped his shorts and took his cock out and began to play with himself, stroking lazily with his index finger, middle finger and thumb. It was as though he was trying to delay the orgasm and savor it.

His lazy strokes weren’t sating and so he went full-on, fucking his fists as though if he didn’t nut, he was going to die.

With his second hand, he played with his balls for maximum pleasure, tugging lightly on his scrotal sac.

He could feel his orgasm about to rip through him when he got up from the chair, quickly.

“Oh, Zoey.” He groaned, jerking off so fast.

He paused, slapped his erection really hard, causing it to jut.

“Oh fuck.” He moaned before turning so that he was facing the screen.

Hot ropes of cum erupted from his penis, coating the screen.

By the time he was all spent, he took a sit and stared at his screen.

Zoey’s headshot on the monitor was now covered in Simon’s cum.

He took some time to catch his breath and then he stared at the screen again.

What the fuck had he done?

The post-nut clarity hit him really hard.

What was this, even?

He took out a tissue from the tissue box, wiped the screen of the computer clean and tossed it into the trash.

He was going to go about this decision differently.

There was no need to look at their past records.

If anyone wanted to go to France, they were going to earn it.

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“So, class. I have good news for everyone.” Simon said as everyone paid rapt attention.

His eyes scanned the class.

Zoey wasn’t present.

That was weird.

She was never absent from class.

“The school has given two Master’s students the opportunity to come to France to witness this year’s APA/APF awards. I will have gone into the nitty gritty details, but the thing here is that you have to earn the opportunity.” He paused, looking around again as though Zoey was going to magically appear.

“Each student has two minutes to convince me and the whole class why they are the best fit for that position. The presentation begins now!” He announced, taking the empty front row seat.

Each student walked to the front, citing reasons why they wanted to go to France. At some point, it even felt like a debate.

The last student rounded up his speech.

The whole class gave a round of applause and Simon walked back to the front of the class.

And then, Zoey walked in so casually as though she ran the place, and took a seat at the back.

Simon’s gaze immediately traveled to the back and his eyes landed on her. She stared at the table, avoiding his gaze.

Everyone’s gaze travelled to Zoey as well.

She opened her tote, and brought out her phone. She stared at the screen, committing the time to memory as though time was a constant.

“Zoey, could you please tell the class why you’re late?”