LOGINElias
I practically ran out of the lecture hall as I was holding myself back with every ounce of willpower not to pounce on her.
Her name is Candace Bloomfield… and yes, I looked her up the second she stepped into my class.
Ever since our interaction two weeks ago, I've been unable to get her out of my mind. It's like she left such a powerful imprint on me that I can't scrub it out.
After the first week, when I couldn't stop thinking about her, I looked her up across all social media platforms, which turned out to be a dead end since I didn't manage to get her name.
The weird thing is, I was just thinking about her this morning, and luckily for me, she waltzed into my class, and even though my first thought when I saw her should have been ‘oh, no!’, I felt an excited flutter in my chest.
I spent the entire lecture trying not to look at or think about our last encounter so I don't have an erection and traumatize my students and I almost got away with it.
Almost…
The second I was within two feet of her, my thoughts and common sense flew out the window and all I wanted to do was lay her down on my desk and sink into her wet heat.
I wanted to soak up her cries and watch her fair skin turn pink from my hands.
Oh, shit! I shut down that train of thought when I felt a stirring in my lower region.
Immediately, I dashed into the restroom and into a stall to breathe slowly through my nose.
It was at that exact moment my phone chose to ring.
Dropping my briefcase on the floor, I fumbled in my pockets for the phone, taking a quick peek at the caller ID before raising it to my ear.
“Hi! This is a surprise.” I say as I press the phone against my cheek and shoulder, choosing to actually use the restroom now that I am here.
“Hey, Dad.” My son’s voice echoed through the speaker. “Yeah, it is. Look, I know that I'm supposed to reach out to you about but we talked about but I have a better idea.”
“Yeah?” I say tentatively, waiting to hear the next words out of his mouth.
Look, I love my son, Jacob as much as any parent can love their child but I have to admit that he's a handful, and ever since his mom and I split five years ago, it's like I don't know who he is anymore.
I try my best to be a good father figure to him but since his mom and I had a messy divorce, it's like the connection between us kept fizzling out.
“Why don't we meet up and talk…Plus, I want to introduce you to someone!” He said excitedly but I was still pondering on the first half of his sentence.
Meet up?
“How is that possible? I'm in L. And you're basically giving a thousand miles away and before you say anything you know I cannot take a week after coming to see you
“The good news is you don't have to.” He replied cheerfully. “I'm in LA too and I'd really like us to meet. I've been dating someone and I came over to see her I would really love for us to see and talk! Also, we can discuss that business model we're talking about.”
I take a huge roll of toilet paper to dab my hands before picking up my bag and heading straight to the sink to wash up. “But Jacob… what about school and-”
“Yeah, well that's part of the thing that I want to talk to you about.” He says, cutting me off. “So 8:00 tonight? I'll text you the details!”
I opened my mouth to interject but I was cut off by the dial tone.
Wiping my hands off, I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. “These darn kids!” I mutter to myself.
On my way to the car park, I contemplate heading back to my office but then I might catch a glimpse of Candace and I don't like to tempt fate twice.
As soon as I got to my apartment which was leased by the University, I headed straight for the shower, took a light meal, and dove back into my reading plan… anything to distract me from thoughts of a full-chested female.
Thankfully, it worked wonders and by the time my 7:00 alarm buzzed, I was pleasantly tired and ready to call it a night.
But I had to meet up with Jacob.
By the time I got ready and was about to leave, I had twenty minutes left.
Luckily for me, the restaurant was just 15 minutes away.
I wanted to walk right in but a waiter stepped forward to ask, “Do you have a reservation?”
“U-uh, yeah. It should be under Jacob?”
She scrolled through the clipboard in her hand. “Jake Sterling?” She asks.
“Yeah, that should be it.”
“Right this way then.” She beckons me forward and shows me to a table in the far right corner of the room.
She waits until I'm seated to say. “Are you expecting more people and would you like to order now?”
“Yes, I'm expecting more people and I would like a glass of water for now,” I replied.
She nods and walks away.
Time ticks by slowly and I keep glancing at my watch, waiting for Jacob to show up.
I chose to get busy responding to emails and when a shadow falls over the table, I assume it's Jacob and just look up…only to receive the biggest shock of my life.
A few away stood Candace, looking delectable and fucking gorgeous in a short mesh dress that accentuated her curves in all their glory.
For a second, I lost the ability to speak, just drinking her in.
Her wide green eyes were fixed on me, her brows coming together in a puzzled frown at the top of her head.
Luckily, the waiter broke the silence. “Is this the right table ma'am?”
Candace started, blinking rapidly. “I-I… I don't… I don't think th-that…”
“You said Jake Sterling's table, right?” The waiter pressed, now looking confused.
Thankfully, before either Candace or I could say anything, Jacob showed up, looking dapper in a white button-down and grey slacks. “Hey, Dad! Sorry, I'm late!”
“D-dad?!” Candace squeaked, her eyes bouncing from Jacob to mine.
Stone formed and settled at the base of my stomach as a thought started to form in my head. “Uh, Jacob…” I sat up straighter. “Can you… What's going on here?” I point to Candace.
“Oh, yeah, sorry!” Jacob rounded the table and placed his hands around Candace’s waist to my utter dismay and smiled sheepishly. “Dad, this is my girlfriend, Candace. Baby, this is my dad!”
And just like that, my worst nightmare became real.
I slid disbelieving eyes to Candace and as if his announcement wasn't enough, Jacob cupped her cheeks and closed the distance between them, planting a firm kiss on her lips.
Fuck!
I can't believe the girl I slept with and have been thinking about for the past two weeks is my son's girlfriend!
CandaceHarper closed the folder in front of her without reaching for another one. She simply looked across the desk at me.“Are you ready to stop staring at the same spot? You haven’t even touched the water.”I looked down at my hands, still wrapped around the paper cup of water she’d given me when I arrived.“I know.”I looked at the cup, then took a small sip.Harper waited. The office was quiet except for the soft hum of the air conditioner.“I think I’m pregnant.”She smiled from ear to ear. “Oh my goodness, Candace, that’s wonderful news.” The look on my face must have said otherwise because she tilted her head. “Or maybe not? Have you taken a test, just to confirm?”I nodded.“How many?”“Two.”“And?”I looked at the floor. “Both were positive.”Harper gave me a moment before asking, “When did you take them?”“Last night.”“And you’ve been sitting with that since then? You should have called me or spoken to someone.”She reached across the desk and pushed the tissue box closer
CandaceThe second line was there.The bathroom was quiet except for the sound of the tap dripping beside me. I reached for the test, wondering if I had read it wrong, and turned it around to look at the instructions before looking back at the result.Two lines.“No.”Putting the test down and reached for the paper bag beneath the sink. There was another test inside.I pulled it out, leaving the first one on the counter. I read the instructions again, slower this time, and carefully followed each step before placing the second test beside the first.I waited without sitting or moving, keeping my eyes on the counter. A line appeared, then another.I swallowed.Both tests sat beside each other, each showing the same result.Two lines.Stepping backwards, my legs gave out before I could reach the door. I landed on the bathroom floor, the tiles cold through my clothes. For several seconds, I simply sat there with my eyes fixed on the counter. The tests hadn’t moved, and the lines hadn’t d
CandaceMy phone rang before I could even argue with Jake. I pulled it from my bag, and my mother’s name appeared on the screen.I answered immediately. “Mom?”“Candy, can you and Jake get over here?”The wedding planner had spread fabric samples across the dining table. There was ivory, champagne, and a softer shade of white that apparently had a name I couldn’t remember. My mother picked up one of the cards and held it out.“This one.”Jake leaned forward to look. “I like that one.”The planner smiled. “Good. Then we’re narrowing it down.”I reached for the card, but the room shifted slightly. My hand landed flat against the table.“Candace? You haven’t eaten.” I looked up. My mother was watching me.The plate in front of me. “I’m fine…I had breakfast.”“That was hours ago.”I picked up my fork and pushed a piece of fruit around the plate. “I’ll eat later.”The planner continued talking about flowers. Something about the arrangements needing to match the venue. She showed us another
CandaceI found Annalise She was standing beside the window, reading something on her phone, with one hand resting against the edge of the desk. When she noticed me, she slipped the phone into her bag and turned her attention to me.“Candace.”“Hi. Sorry, but can we talk?”Her expression didn’t change. “I assume this is about Elias?”“Yes.”She looked toward the chairs near the wall and rolled her eyes before taking one herself. “Sit.”“Excuse me, but I’d rather stand.”“All right.”She folded her hands in front of her and settled back in the chair. I stayed where I was, trying not to let the irritation building in my chest show on my face.“Do you know why Mr Sterling isn't still in class?” I asked.“I told you yesterday. He’s dealing with personal matters. And from what I've heard, y'all are getting a new replacement.” She reached for her water bottle and uncapped it before taking a drink. “Isn’t that why you’re looking for him? No other reason?”There was something different in her
CandaceFor a few days after the family dinner, I thought things were getting better. Not completely, because nothing between Elias and me had ever been completely normal, but he had started talking to me again.It wasn’t much, but after weeks of barely getting anything from him, when he stopped again, it felt odd.His first unanswered message didn’t bother me. I told myself he was probably busy and would answer when he had time. The second one bothered me more, and by the third, I was staring at my phoneunlocking it again and checking the conversation, even though I already knew there was nothing new.Nothing.I typed another message.Are you okay?I watched the message send and waited for the little indication that he had seen it. It never came. After several minutes, I put my phone down and tried to focus on something else. A few hours later, I picked it up again, hoping I had somehow missed a response.Still nothing.I called him that evening. The phone rang and rang until the ca
AnnaliseElias stood in the doorway with his phone in his hand. For a few seconds, neither of us moved. His eyes went from me to the photographs behind him and then back to me.“You’ve been keeping files on me.”I closed the door behind me. “I didn’t intend for you to find them.”“That isn’t an answer.”“No. It isn’t.”He held up his phone. “I have photographs of everything in there.”“I assumed you would.”His mouth pressed into a thin line. “You’ve been following me.”“I’ve kept records.”“That’s what you’re calling it?”“I don’t think the name matters.”“It does to me.”He stepped away from the doorway. “How long?”I didn’t answer immediately. His eyes stayed on my face.“How long have you been collecting information about me?”“Some of it is old.”“That wasn’t my question.”“No.”I walked past him and set my glass down on the table. “I’ve known you for a long time, Elias. Some of those things were never thrown away. Others were collected later.”“Collected.”“Yes.”He gave a quiet







