Six

SIMON

He waited a few seconds.

As soon as the recording was sent to his phone, he packed up all of his stuff, and made his way to his car.

He knew for a fact that it would be impossible for him to function in this café if he listened to the recording. Why deceive himself?

Starting the car, he played the recording.

From the café till he got home, the total number of times Simon played the recording was three times.

The first time, he needed to get clarity on what it was she spoke to him about. The second time, he was intrigue about how someone like her found the place and decided to give it a try. The third time, he was titillated.

Simon was hot and flustered all over.

When he saw her stepping out of the building, he didn’t want to believe it was her. One look at that blonde hair and every semblance of doubt was gone.

He got home, headed straight for his bedroom and stripped before making his way into his bathroom with his phone. There, he played the recording again. He wanted so badly to touch himself to her voice, but it was with all his restraint that it didn’t happen.

He’d been a professor for five years. In those five years, his head had been straight. He had come to work, and gotten shit done.

He was losing himself, and he could feel it.

He stared at the erection he had so badly been trying to avoid looking at.  His erect penis looked back at him, the tip red. He needed to pleasure himself so damn badly, but he wasn’t going to do it. If he did it, then it meant he had no self control over the things he felt.

He was a grown man in his thirties and not some teenager in high school who thought with his dick instead of his head.  He had all the power, influence and money to get all the women he wanted. If he wanted a woman at his doorstep right now, he’d get her.

Why the fuck was he thinking about Zoey fucking Prince then?

Stepping out of the shower, a call came in.

Without paying too much attention to the caller, he accepted the call.

“Mr. Beaumont. You’re thirty minutes late for the book club. Please tell me you’re still coming because the only reason I am here is because of you.” Cam said on the other end of the line.

It was at that moment Simon remembered his Wednesday commitments at 7:00 PM.

“Oh, Cam. I’m sorry I forgot to contact you. I’m feeling a bit under the weather today and work is kicking my ass. I wouldn’t be able to make it this week. We should cover a lot of ground by next week.” He told Cam.

“Alright, Mr. Beaumont. We will all be expecting you.” Cam said before Simon ended the call.

What a liar.

He put on a fresh set of clothes, prepared some black coffee and made his way to his workstation, prepared to get some actual work done when a text came in.

Staring at it, he saw that it was from his lawyer.

His brows creased in worry. He hoped that the divorce would be finalized and he could move on from all of the nonsense happening.

There was a lot of back and forth from the second party. It was as though she and Simon had not agreed to part ways.

He opened the message.

Attorney Simpon: I’ll be coming over with the divorce papers by 9:30 PM tonight.

He heaved a sigh of relief as soon as he read the message.

Hopefully, there would be no more bumps in the road.

He was about to get back to work when another notification came in.

He clicked on it and an image of his five-year-old son, Luca, pouting.

Astonished, he stared at the image again.

Wait, he knew that background.

That was…

A call came in.

It was from Paula.

Simon wanted to roll his eyes, toss the phone in the bin and get back to work, but what if it was important?

He’d told himself that countless times whenever he wanted to excuse her behavior, but it always ended up with her begging him to take her back or for sex.

He accepted the call.

“What is it?”

“Simon, come and open the door for us.”

What the actual fuck?

He ran his hands through his hair countless times before getting up and walking around his office aimlessly.

He took a couple of deep breaths and proceeded to the entrance.

He could have been a pussy about it and told Rachel to get it, but he wasn’t one to avoid confrontation when it was necessary.

As soon as he opened the door, Luca ran and hugged him while Paula stood outside, staring at him.

“Daddy, I have missed you so much. I taught you had left us.” Luca said. Simon’s eyes popped wide open in disbelief.

“Did you tell him what to say?” He looked at Paula, irritation present in his eyes.

“We all miss you, daddy.” She smiled.

Simon wanted to shut the door at her.

“Aren’t you going to tell me to come in?” She asked in that tone Simon had come to dislike.

“I don’t care what you do. Don’t paint me bad to my son when I’m a present father.” He warned her with gritted teeth.

As though the universe was against him and all his plans of being alone that night, it began to rain without warning.

Paula was aware of the game that she was playing.

“Are you going to leave me out here? Stranded with no where to go? Si, I know you are better than that.” Her annoying voice said.

God. How he badly wanted to shut the door in her face. It had gotten to the point where he could not even stand her, but he was still human.

“Come in.” He said, holding the door open for her.

“Rachel would handle it from here.” He said before proceeding to walk away.

“Is that a good way to treat your guests, Si. Don’t forget that we miss you.”

Simon stopped in his tracks at her words before turning around. He lifted his soon in his hands and walked away.

“Yayy, Daddy!” Luca said as Simon carried him away.

He read stories to Luca and put him to sleep before finding his way back to his workstation.

It hadn’t been up to five minutes since he’d been working when he felt something rubbing against his back.

He drew his breath before seizing her hand.

He turned around in his chair and found Paula in a shirt of his.

“What are you doing here?” He asked her.

“Doing what I know how to do best. Beg you.” She said and he rolled his eyes.

There were a lot of reasons behind the decision of the divorce, but this was one of the top ones.

Paula was a master gaslighter and a manipulator. She knew how to flip the script so that anyone she wronged would think they were the ones in the wrong and apologize. He endured all of that for years because he thought he was in love. He didn’t care about love anymore. He was genuinely done.

“Get out of my office.” He ordered and she stared at him with puppy eyes before going down on her knees.

“Si, I know you probably hate me for all the pain that I caused you. I understand your reason for wanting to be done with this, but I still love you so much.” She began while she was on her knees.

Bored out of his mind of the repeated speech, he picked up his phone. Now would be a good time to respond to all those emails he was hesitant about.

While scrolling through his phone, he received a notification from the dean of the faculty, Dr. Emerson. It was a voice note.

He clicked on it.

‘Hope you are having a great evening, Professor Beaumont. I’m still excited about the upcoming France trip and I want to make sure that whoever gets to go is deserving of it. There’s this Master’s student. Her records are so impeccable. Although, she has had a slow start, but I think she’ll pick up. She’s my person of interest. If you think there are better students, it is fine if you want to choose them, but I think you should consider selecting Zoey Prince.’

Once again, her name was brought up.

While thinking about all Dr. Emerson said, he noticed some weird movement.

His gaze travelled down and he saw that his shorts had been zipped open and Paula’s lips were wrapped around his cock, her head sliding up and down.