CW: SMUT!, oral sex, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t even think about doing it) lmk if there’s anything else
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Click.
Clank.
Clack.
My pink polka dot heels clicked on the pavement, as I walked down the street to Chris’s apartment. My black babydoll dress brushed my knees every step I took. It’s Chris’s favorite dress of mine, he says it brings out the blue in my eyes.
Tonight Chris is taking me out to dinner, their isn’t any specific reason to why he’s doing this but I think he’s just doing it to make me feel better about all the stuff that went down just the other week.
I’m here
I texted him waiting outside his door patiently. Not even a second later the door swung open, revealing an extremely handsome man in front of me, aka Chris.
“Hello handsome,” I teased strutting past him into his very familiar apartment. “Hello babydoll,” he said back, closing the door and walking towards me.
He pulled me into his grasp by my waist, and peppered a kiss on my lips. “You look gorgeous as always,” I smiled gently, watching him walk to his bedroom in large strides.
I scrunched my face in confusion, “Where are you going? I thought we were going out to dinner?” I questioned as I followed him down the hall. “Oh we are babydoll, I just need to grab something.”
I didn’t question him further, “well are you gonna at least say I look hot in my dress… I wore it just for you.” I scoffed, leaning against the wall in front of his bedroom door. Waiting for him to come out with whatever nonsense thing he’s grabbing.
I could hear him chuckle from inside his room, “You know I love that dress…” I heard him say through the door even though it was muffled. “But I think I’d like you more in this..” “what?” I muttered to myself.
“Chris what do you me-” I cut myself off, only because of the pure shock and excitement that just hit me.
“It’s the dress you tried on in that one shop….” my jaw dropped, my hands were brushing over each and every jewel, sequin, diamond that laid on the bust. “I went back a couple days after we went and bought it for you…I thought now would be a good time to gift it.”
I was in complete awe, I could barely form a sentence. “Chris…I don’t know what to say…you really didn’t have to do this..” He chuckled, shaking his head then finally meeting my gaze. “I really did…after I saw how in love you were with the dress I knew I had to get it for you.”
A smile grew on my face, I pulled him into a tight hug. I mumbled into his button up shirt “I love you so much,” his breath hitched for a second caught off guard by my endearing words but quickly relaxed. “I love you too babydoll…now go put this on, I didn’t buy it for nothing.”
I giggled, taking the dress out of his clutch and walking into his bathroom.
-𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I tapped my foot gently on the ground as I waited outside the bathroom door for Avery to come out. “Chris, Could you help me?” She whined from inside the bathroom.
I pushed myself off the wall and gently turned the cold metal knob with my hand. Inside revealed Avery jumping up and down trying to reach the zipper with her delicate arms. “I don’t think jumping is going to help much,” I teased.
“Help please,” she begged, lifting her hair up so I could easily zip her up.
Once I swiftly zipped her into her dress, I took a step back to admire her. The dress fit her perfectly, the jewels shined in the light just like how her eyes do. But my favorite part wasn’t how the dress looked on her it was how her smile grew 10 times bigger once she put the dress on. I could tell she was in love with it.
She giggled under her breath, “Your staring.”
I snapped out of my thoughts, “you’re just so beautiful.” I stepped closer to her, her arms naturally wrapping around my neck. In one delicate motion I lifted her off the ground and spun her around. She laughed, probably from the sudden movement.
“You ready to go?” I asked, lightly planting kisses along her cheek. She nodded with a soft smile along her face. With that I took her soft hand gently and guided her out of my apartment.
Once we got into my car, my hand immediately found her thigh. As I drove I lightly rubbed my hand up and down it.
I could feel her eyes watching me, calculating each little thing I did. I didn’t mind though, to be honest I thought it was cute she noticed the little things just like me.
When we arrived at the restaurant, I quickly got out of the car and opened her door, offering my hand to help her get out.
The restaurant was romantic, even with the loud noises of forks clanking around and conversations filling the room. The warm lights mixed with the mellow jazz background music made it feel like Avery and I were the only people in the room.
“So what do you think you’re gonna get?” She asked, probably so we could start a conversation instead of sitting in silence.
I looked up from my menu, “probably just pasta with vodka sauce, my brother put me on it when I was younger and now it’s all I seem to get when I’m at a restaurant.” She hummed at my answer, eyes wondering to the crowd, searching for another topic.
“Speaking of brother,” I spoke, grasping her attention again. “I talked to Nick over the phone the other day. We didn’t make up or anything…but it was a start.”
A smile grew on her plush face, “That’s amazing, I’m so glad you did that.” She sounded proud, as if what I did had an effect on her too.
She cared, truly cared, she wants what’s best for me just as much as I do for her.
The rest of the dinner was filled with jokes, laughter, and flirting without trying. Every single word that flowed out of my mouth didn’t feel forced, it felt natural.
Once I paid and we made our way out of the restaurant into the cold breeze of the night I knew exactly where this night was going.
“Ladies first,” I said as I opened her car door, “what a gentlemen,” she sarcastically said.
The drive back to my place was filled with tension, flirtatious moments, and need. So as predicted once we stepped foot into my apartment we pounced on eachother, she pushed me against the door, I messed with the hem of her dress.
But before I could get anything off she slapped my hands away. “Uh uh you first,” she demanded, already fiddling with the button of my pants.
She dropped to her knees, pulling my pants and boxers down to my ankles. My extremely hard dick sprung out, pre cum already on the tip. I slightly groaned as she swirled her tongue around my sensitive tip.
“Fuck Babydoll,” she looked up at me with her big blue eyes, I could see how eager she was to keep going, so I nodded at her as approval.
She immediately bobbled her head back and forth on my dick, taking as much as she could. Her speed was unbearably slow, taking her sweet time. She gagged a couple times only making my dick throb more.
I groaned, “Babydoll if you don’t go any faster I think I might explode.” she giggled, sending vibrations through my cock and with that she picked up her speed.
I let out a shaky breath, shocked by the sudden switch in pace. I gripped the back of her head, gently guiding her to feel like I had a little bit of control in the situation. Every pump made me closer to the edge.
She could tell I was getting close, do she quickly shoved my dick way down her throat, pushing me over the edge into what felt like heaven.
She kept her mouth there swallowing every last drop of cum that pumped out of me.
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He threw me onto the kitchen table, passionately kissing down my neck and chest. His hands slowly crept up my arms til they reached the straps of my dress “I loved seeing this on you but I think i’ll like it better on the floor.”
With that he pulled my dress down, revealing my lacy white bra. I lifted my ass so he could get the rest of the dress off and immediately after he was pushing my panties to the side to feel my soaked folds.
“This wet already?” He teased, in response I smirked back at him. He cupped my face with his hand and pulled me into a kiss. Quickly after he aligned himself with my entrance and roughly pushed in.
I moaned loudly, feeling the stretch of his cock that never seems to go away even though we’ve done this quite a few times.
He instantly starts pounding into me, hands gripping my hips hard enough to leave bruises. “Fuck you feel so good babydoll,” he groaned.
After a while our moans unified, and we found a rhythm in each thrust. A knot in my stomach began to tighten, “Fuck Chris I’m gonna-”
I was cut off by Chris planting his lips on mine. Messy, natural, needy once he pulled away he whispered in my ear “go ahead babydoll cum for me.”
He gave one last harsh thrust, harsh enough to make the knot in my stomach burst. My moans and screams were loud, maybe even dramatic but I didn’t care. My brain was scattered, the euphoric wave of pleasure washed over me.
My pussy clenched around Chris’s dick, finally sending him over the edge once again. His hot cum spilt into me in.
For a minute we just clung onto each other. No effort of moving at all, just the two of us recovering, reorganizing our thoughts.
Chris lifted me up off the counter effortlessly, he carried me through the hall to his room.
And with that my eyes became heavy, and my vision blurred the last thing I saw was Chris fetching me a fresh shirt.
Then just like that I was out cold, exhausted from the eventful night I just had.
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Heaps of new policies bombarded universities since the spread of the virus. The amount of preparation and paperwork that had to be completed due to the newest conditions in the teaching system made everyone stressed to the maximum level. Perhaps, that’s why teachers communicated more during those challenging times; only those who work in the same environment can relate to your work frustrations. Individuals whom before appeared almost invisible where now your online buddies. It was quite incredible though.
Chris enjoyed the feeling of this community being available for him whenever he feels like expressing his irritations and or simply desires to moan about his dislikes. Before, he has never considered himself to be a whiner, but since everyone has been constantly moaning and pouting, he thought this is the right time to join the club.
Taking into consideration the current state of the world he was assured that everyone is a complainer right about now. He was okay with that though. No doubt, he didn’t know much about psychology, however, it seemed only logical to allow people to talk about how they feel. Also, it appeared plausible people felt scared, confused, or worried. Hey, these were very surreal times. There was no reason to make others feel bad about having emotions.
Of course, there was some resentment towards certain members of University since all the teaching went online. Sometimes, Chris felt like most of his colleagues gave rats ass about regulations and procedures that were now put in place. Instead of trying to provide the best learning experience possible, they restricted themselves to slamming all the work materials online for students to figure everything out on their own.
Personally, he found online teaching unbearable and exhausting. He hated it; there were no words to describe how much he despised it. At first it was alright; it was tolerable and doable. In a way, it was nice. Being at home, able to wake up later than early morning hours. Being with his dog and going on long walks wherever he wished. Being able to take his time with cooking, exercising, reading. All of those mentioned were exceedingly pleasant.
However, Chris chose to be a teacher. He loved spreading his knowledge around. Since an early age he would teach his younger brother; he was much help when it came to revising, essay or exam tips. This was his passion, he loved it. This pandemic undeniably took this away from him. However, there was still room to provide students with knowledge this way, and he tried extremely hard to do so in most effective ways.
For example, he did not have to orchestrate his own online meetings to be this long. Half an hour, that was a long time slot. This was planned completely on purpose. Ultimately, his desire was to provide students with the time to talk to him, express their concerns, and ask questions. Maybe he took this job way too seriously, he thought, and it wasn't needed. However, there’s always this teacher everyone likes, and Chris wanted to be precisely that guy. It wasn't some stupid ego thing, not at all. He genuinely wanted people to feel like he is there for them and wants them to succeed. Every single individual had an ability to be successful, some just needed an extra push too keep them on track. Although his own schooling experiences where genuinely pleasant, he knew he would benefit more from University experience if he had a teacher like him. Not to lick his own ass, he thought, of course.
After years of working in the schooling system no errors have ever occurred. Until last year, when the last class prior to pandemic began their college journey. Back then and there a problem has arisen – you. It was no one else than little Miss Perfect, the girl who made him look twice when she entered the room. Oh, how tiring and fatiguing crushing on you really was. Chris was always collected and focused while working, but with you in his classes he found himself distracted. Often losing his train of thought, his mind shifted to dark places when your class sat in front of him. Chris was a perfectionist, so this was, in fact, greatly infuriating for him.
He did not feel this way since high school. Back in the day he was not the coolest kid you could walk past in the corridor. Thankfully, he has never had his head shoved in the toilet, but not being bullied did not necessarily mean there’s a successful high school experience behind an average American. In his own opinion, he was just a normal kid that had nothing to show for back then.
Precisely that, being average, was now the reason behind this familiar feeling. A pretty girl, a popular girl causing vivid emotions to flush down himself. Looking at her while she does the most ordinary things was the reason behind the uncomfortable state in his pants. His hormones went ill around her, reminding him of how tough being a teenage boy with no control over his erections was. It felt so familiar, craving her this badly, almost as if he’s done it before. Maybe, in a way, he compared you to someone he crushed on for the whole duration of high school. A beautiful skin complexion, addictive smile and those big, shiny eyes staring at his soul; those qualities of yours highly reminded him of her.
Chris remembered that girl very well. He recalled being fascinated by her presence, by her strong personality, and hypnotic prettiness. Her name did not pop up in his mind for years. Until he met you. Chris had Pearl, Pearl Bennett, tattooed on his brain back then. Needless to say, it was embarrassing how annoyingly beautiful she was. Just like you. Now, he didn’t even know if she was alive, he hasn’t seen her for years. It never really bugged him then, it didn’t bug him now. It was just a pleasant memory that he was able to recollect because of you.
He wasn’t sure about your feelings towards him. Mr. Novak, his colleague, often commented on the way some students would look at him. Chris regularly heard Novak claiming that Evans could get any of “that young pussy” if he only snapped his fingers. Whether it was true or not, he had no idea. Maybe, he was just humble. Or stupid, possibly very stupid.
The house was practically unoccupied now; his wife was dropping groceries off at her mum’s house and Dodger was nowhere to be found, most likely sleeping someplace in the house. Chris did not mind. In fact, he was relieved to have no other human being here. Since pandemic began his marriage decreased in its quality drastically. For quite some time existing relationship brought more annoyance than joy. He was not sure if it went both ways but noticing how regularly his wife exited their house in recent times it was healthy to assume the feeling was mutual.
How did he feel about his failed marriage? Weirdly, he was awfully okay with it. There was not a single part of him that cared enough to fight for this marriage any longer. Right now, all his thoughts were concentrated around another female. How she managed to look delicious without trying. How she smiled or laughed. How her faced twisted with grumpy expressions once she didn’t understand a certain concept of a lecture. Chris could go on, and on, and on.
It was not possible he could describe you in any other word than perfect. It was quite pathetic, he thought, it shouldn't be like that. Yes, you are a pretty girl and yes, no man can probably say no to you. There was just something about you, something so extraordinary that it took his breath away. What was this fascination? He wasn't sure. However, what he was positive about was that he enjoys looking at you. He enjoys listening to you. He enjoys thinking about you. He enjoys all those things way too much; he was aware of that. He was not ready to stop thinking about you just yet.
Now, sitting in front of his Mac, his eyes were focused on the screen. He wasn’t too up to date when it came to the modern technology, but he also wasn’t clueless to how to work a computer. Setting everything up, he glanced over at the previously printed list of names with time slots besides them. The list was not in alphabetical order, students had their half an hour available for the next eight hours of his life.
It would be a lie to say he was not thinking about you. He was looking forward to seeing your face, even if it’s only on the computer display. Your surname and student ID were somewhere halfway through the list. Naturally, he searched for your name straight away after the programme generated the list.
The ticking of the clock hanged on the nearby wall sounded out so clearly. Almost like a racing heart whenever one feels more strain than usual. He could feel the nervousness growing within him as the time passed. He almost felt bad for the kid who had his scheduled meeting right before you. Chris kept on stuttering, disconnecting, and asking for questions to be repeated. Unfortunately, there was no strength in him to think about the failed one-to-one since his brain was too concentrated on you. His favourite, little student.
His thought process was disrupted as a green dot appeared next to your surname, suggesting your online availability. Licking his lips and fixing his hair, his fingers position themselves on the mouse. One click and the signal began. Beep one, beep two, beep three.
“Hi, Mr. Evans!” Her bubbly voice caused Chris to smile. She waved and in response so did he. She seemed happy, her face expression indicated nothing but joy, he enjoyed it greatly. “Hi! How are you? How’s everything?” He asked with an honest curiosity, still smiling at his student. It’s been months since the last time they spoke without anyone else around. Of course, this was the first instance of them conversating in those settings, but he did not mind. Any type of physical interaction seemed impossible now and anytime soon. This was the best he could receive for a significant period for now.
Their faces didn’t shut for the first couple of minutes. Talking about the past months, Chris was quickly reminded of how smart and funny this girl infatuating really is. They seemed to be getting on well right from the first meeting. Weirdly, she had similar likes and dislikes as well as sense of humour. It was like talking to a long-term friend whom you haven’t seen in the longest time. He noticed her hair change, spotting the long knotless braids; in his opinion she looked completely stunning in this hairstyle. He was quick to comment on it and as a reply he was given a complement on his newest buzzcut.
Sadly, but still, he ended the chit chat to focus on discussing work material. Chris tried to stay on topic and somehow it was going well. For the next couple of minutes, he chatted about work. His hand travelled to the left side of his desk to glance at a list of things he wanted to mention, however, he got cut off by the voice emanating from the screen.
“Are those meetings being recorded, Mr. Evans?” She raised her eyebrows with interest spread across her face. Her back bent forward, causing her face to enlarge on his screen. “I mean like,” She continued and coughed. “Is anyone going to watch this later? Does anyone have access to this after we finish talking?” Her question expanded or rather multiplied, sounding out in Chris’ air pads. There was no denying he was conflicted about why she was asking this question. This was not his first online meeting and not a single individual showed any concern in this matter.
“Well, no, not really. If any of us wanted to report our meeting for any reason then I guess, um, I guess it is possible to reopen the video chat,” Slow nod was all he could do at this very moment. No doubt, he still was not able to understand the nature of her question. “If any of us found the other person’s behaviour concerning, rude or inappropriate then the IT services could recover this video chat.” He added in a robotic tone almost as if he were reading from the script.
“Would you want this meeting to get inappropriate, Sir?”
He chocked a little as his eyes widened. He wanted to slap himself across the face in response to his pathetic reaction. Shouldn’t the age gap mean something? Why was he behaving like he’s on her leash? Why was he this…nervous? Excited?
Assuredly, she should be the one who is intimidated, meanwhile it’s her making the first move. He wasn’t sure whether this simply comes from his politeness and gentles; obviously, momma Evans raised him to be a respectful man. It’s apparent, the fear of scaring you was blocking all his possible moves. Risk of being reported for improper behaviour in the workplace was also a worry of his, but it came nowhere near the terrifying theory of frightening you.
But here you were. Being indecent with him. And oh, how he loved it. How he enjoyed this single sentence leaving your pretty lips. Your remarks were more enjoyable and exciting than everything he has completed with the woman he married in the past year, if not longer.
Was he being delirious? Did your comment indicated what he thought it did? Possibility of his mind playing games on him was high. It’s so easy to assume things happened when you wish for them to happen.
“Do you want to make it inappropriate? Do you want me to be inappropriate with you, Sir?” A deep breath left his mouth and a shiver travelling down his spine followed. He was now sure; he did not misunderstand. This was not his imagination playing him, tricking him into believing there’s something here that does not exist. All of this was very real.
“Whatever you wanna be on this call — I’m happy with,” He managed to speak out loud, fixing himself on the chair. This was a bad idea, he thought once again, a horrible idea that could quite literally ruin his career. Was he going to stop? Prevent this from happening? No fucking way.
“Huh, you sure about that, Mr. Evans? I can get really filthy when I want. I am a naughty girl,” Your words hit him like a truck, and he couldn’t help the blood rush in his trousers. He licked his lips slowly and pressed his back onto the chair. He could say something, but he chose not to. Whatever you planned on doing suited him and there was not an ounce of interest in preventing you from doing so.
No further words were spoken. There was a moment of short silence that felt like forever. A moment for someone to back up, break this madness off. No one expressed a need nor a want to stop. She played with her nipples through her shirt before they journeyed up. The straps of her pale pink top slowly moved down her arm, his eyes patiently followed. To him, you were mesmerising. At this moment you had his whole attention.
Looking straight at him, her hands removed the top and carelessly dropped it on the floor. His eyes glued onto her as the soft material left her body completely. He tensed as his length twitched, reacting to her breasts and hard nipples. Her skin was complemented by the colour of a previously worn top but seeing her without it sent shivers down his spine.
Chris could feel the discomfort in his pants becoming unbearable, needing to expose himself immediately. With shame, but still, he slowly undid his zipper. For a while now the feeling downstairs was insufferable, pleading and begging to be uncovered by his hand. Chris gulped back the lump in his throat as he completely freed his member. The view on the screen made his dick ache, his length twitched, jumping again his tense stomach.
“Liking this?” She teased, firmly grabbing her breasts. His eyes darken when he took in all her naked presence. The way she touched herself, he wanted that too. He wanted to feel her nipples between his fingers. He ached to be close to her.
“I wanna see all of you,” His words escaped his mouth, hand firmly grabbing his cock. Without shame nor hesitation his member was stroked, slowly and decisively, as his back leaned on the chair comfortably.
She was quick to listen. So submissive, he though, hand still firmly hugging his man part. He observed as she stood up, taking a few steps back. Still looking at Chris, her body turned around in a circle. Her moves were slow, very captivating, making Chris feel like every single movement was in slow motion. He already adored her body.
Her hands roamed around her own body before she slipped her hand inside her shorts and panties. Subtle movements of her hands indicated she’s pleasuring herself right in front of him. By her expressions, he was able to conclude that she’s enjoying herself. She didn’t play with herself for too long. Pulling the defiant material down as her eyes travelled to his, she exposed herself completely. He felt his mouth dry at a sigh of her bare body. She gave him a sultry look, realising the power she now held over him.
“Is this how you like me, Mr. Evans?” She broke of the silence, still exposing her hot flesh. It took Chris a couple of second to even register the question, his imagination run too wild to focus now. “Do I like you naked? It’s certainly a more thought-provoking image than how I usually view you,” He teased, slightly raising the corner of his lips in a smug smile.
Licking his lips once again, he watched as she took a box from underneath her bed. It was a regular box, nothing fancy. Taking off the lid her hand searched inside for a short moment before pulling out a pink dildo. Suiting, he thought, always liking this colour on her. He admired how her skin tone was complemented by the shade.
“I love imagining it’s your cock fucking me instead of my dildo,” She said completely unprovoked, making Chris widen his eyes. They did something naughty, something filthy, yet this comment really threw him off. “I’m gonna show you how I play with myself when I think of you,” She added and waisted no time before sitting on the bed. Chris had to admit, he spotted the bed straight away when the call started. Picturing himself laying there, you next to him, he took some time imagining the wicked scene you two could create on that mattress.
“I will show you how much, how much I love picturing us together,” Her seductive voice reached Chris’ ears, his interest growing with every single second. There was this unexplainable fear within him at this very moment, fearing she is going to stop. He was helpless now, he needed her to entertain him long enough for him to reach satisfaction.
Licking his lips once again, he watched as she took a box from underneath her bed. It was a regular box, nothing fancy. Taking off the lid, her hand searched inside for a short moment before pulling out a pink dildo. Suiting, he thought, always liking this colour on her. He admired how her skin tone was complemented by the shade.
“I want you to watch,” His student said firmly, staring right at him. The sound of a dildo followed. Chris’ breath was caught in his throat straight from the anticipation of the next step she’s going to undertake. With hunger, Chris watched as she teased herself, rubbing her clit. The toy fondly slid inside of her, resulting in her lewd sounds and Chris’ silent moan.
Her nipples were hard, her unoccupied hand coming up to fondle them both whilst her bottom lip was taken hostage by her teeth. She was really enjoying herself; Chris could tell. The bed made a squeaky noise every time she moved. The call was so clear, thank God, he was able to enjoy every motion of hers. The moans, whimpers and groans escaping her pretty lips as she fucked herself with a toy. The quality of the video chat was good, but not great. He wanted to see her in full HD, he wanted to see the details. For now, though, viewing this was enough. This was damn good, so good. Those desperate hand movements, stuffing the length as deep as she could, it drove him insane. Oh, how he wanted to stretch her out like no one did before.
“Just like that, baby,” He groaned, squeezing his hard cock. He was conversating with you through moans, examining you as the vibrations caused tingles in your lower department. He couldn’t feel it, but he knew her pussy was throbbing and pulsing, desperate for more length to enter. His body parts were no different; his balls felt heavy and his dick was hard as a rock, begging for a dream release.
The heat began to grow within his body with each and every movements of hers. She kept him going, moaning his name, calling him daddy, reminding him who she’s pulling this show for. If only she had any idea what it did to him. A shaky hand wrapped around his length made rapid movements, fighting for his orgasm to arrive. Watching her, listening to her, it was magical. This craze he had within him, this fixation she caused – it was obsessive. A loud scream, her thighs closing on the pink toy and her eyes shut while she orgasmed was enough, it was everything.
The feeling of euphoria intensely swept through him as a creamy load exploded in his hand. She could not see it, but he knew she felt it. All that left his mouth was a silent “fuck” as he collected his breathe. Chris was in pieces, still processing previous events. It was now clear to him how he pleaded for that orgasm to happen, how he needed it. He was embarrassed to admit how strong, how intense, the load bursting onto his hand really was. Lucky for him, no one knew anything about it but him and himself.
„You liked this little show of mine, daddy?” Her voice awakened his senses, causing his mouth to water once again. She caught him looking at his crotch, now surely convinced what happened. She removed the toy from her body, a silent whimper followed. She threw it away on the bed like it was nothing, like it did not help them both cum just minutes ago.
“So much baby, so much. Can you show me s’more? One more time,” He breathed, looking at her with lust. She obeyed, without hesitation; her body rose from the bed and did a slow, full 360 to demonstrate her delectable features. Maybe, he was delusional, but he was sure her juices travelled down her leg. If he were right next to her, his tongue would have taken care of that.
“See you in a seminar, right, Mr. Evans?” Her sweet voice rang in his ears followed by his quick nodding. He had a chance to see her collecting the missing wardrobe that she then put on right before him. Chris could not help but notice her shaky legs. She sat down in the exact same position as before. She reached for a cup, drinking, and sipping the liquid through a straw. Now, she was back to her regular self, looking innocent once again. It slightly woke him up, brought half of him to reality.
“Yes, Miss. I will see you there. Be good, huh?” Chris said casually or at least he tried to do so. He was caught by surprise, convinced that he’s going to slur over his words more. He caught a glimpse of her eyes, forming as much of an eye contact as possible through the processor. Her current thoughts seemed impenetrable to him, although he always thought he’s amazing at reading facial cues.
“Me and you both know - I won’t.”
The last words of his current interest sounded from his Mac. Sending him a flirty wink before pressing the right button, she terminated the call. The intense orgasm left his hand still somewhat shaking. Eyes focused on the screen, he looked like he was awaiting another glimpse of her to come back.
Chris’ ecstatic state wasn’t quick to falter. It took another couple of minutes for him to do anything. Literally, anything. He was already late for the next meeting, which he felt absolutely no remorse for. His eyes lowered to look at the mess he produced; his mind displeased as he had realised, he needs to move to clean it.
Once again, it was just him and his usual surroundings. The call was over, just like that, almost as if it never happened. Despite his deepest longing, he could not go back to what just happened, he could not relive it. Your moans and whimpers performed in his head like a favourite song one would put on replay without a hesitation. He was craving more, his fingers curled into fists as he felt his cock hardening again. He was not sure what his next moves in this matter will be, but he was more than sure he needed to be inside this beautiful body.
Hey, everyone! I realized after posting this on my Wattpad account that I completely forgot to post it here on Tumblr as well and I think you guys have the right to read this too if you so please.
Basically, to put it as short as I can, I still see people liking this series and it makes me feel bad that I never finished it. I still won’t, so don’t get your hopes up. Also, sorry about that as well... But I explained in my Farewell post why I won’t be writing here anymore. Nothing about that will change. But I can share what I had planned for Wrong specifically. Writing all this down kind of gave me an odd sense of closure since I did feel a bit bad for never finishing it when I had some things planned. I had some key plot points along with the ending somewhat figured out and wanted to share them with those who might be interested to know how it all could have ended. I hope it’s not too disappointing, haha.
But anyway, without further ado, here we go...
(the rest is pretty much copy-pasted from Wattpad)
So, we left off with Chris's POV in Part 12. We saw Reina, she seems to be an ok person, right? Well I had a lot planned for Reina.
1. She's controlling.
Throughout the story I wanted to bring that out more. She's asking (more demanding) Chris to shave, she would have had a lot to say about the way he dresses, the amount of exercise he does (too much but he does it to destress especially if reader isn't around to help him with that ayoooo), just wants to control him in every way possible, even with the smallest of things
2. She's after that perfect suburban married couple life who will have a couple of kids who will go to great schools and grow up very prim and proper. She never got that calm family life, her parents weren't the happiest and she was an only child. Growing up in her household was a bit rough for her and her relationship with her parents still affects her. She also works in her father's company because she was practically forced to. She can't escape her family in that way so she tries to recreate her fantasies of a perfect life with Chris to no avail.
3. There's a point in time she starts getting more and more interested in sex with Chris. He's not really feeling it because it all feels so forced and also he can't stop thinking about the whole situation with the reader. He's torn between his affair and wanting to make things work with his wife because he has once convinced himself that he wants the same things as Reina. He's also scared of divorcing her because he has once swore to love her and be with her forever and they were in love. truly. not anymore though.
but anyway, so they become more sexually active in the relationship. chris might cut ties with reader during this time once again only to realize he has tasted that forbidden fruit that is the reader and now cannot be satisfied with his wife anymore. sexually or emotionally. he needs more of that forbidden fruit. sin tastes and feels so amazing although it's so wrong.
4. Reina gets pregnant. And at this point Chris and Y/N are back at it again, affair going strong. The news really shock Chris, the pregnancy wasn't planned. Chris had begun to lean more towards the decision to divorce once again but this whole pregnancy throws him off. He has a little one on the way now. So he meets with Y/N not too long after and breaks the news. Y/N can see he's distraught, maybe even felt it from the way he acted in bed because of course problems in this story would be attempted to be fixed by sex because we love that problematic way of dealing with emotions, don't we? nobody ever said this wouldn't be problematic. so obviously both are torn, they don't want to leave the other but.... chris has to think about his family.... and the whole thing with them being in a professor/student relationship
5. after some time it comes to light that the kid is actually not chris's but a coworker of Reina's who she had been cheating on Chris with for years. (hence the sudden desperation for sex that followed afterwards to prevent chris from getting suspicious) Reina married Chris to please her parents pretty much, their fathers were business partners, planning on using each other for profit and all that business stuff for having their families intertwine like that. Reina never really wanted to marry chris, they did have their time in love and everything but this coworker of hers was actually her one true love from her younger years. he married someone too but the two kept seeing each other nearly every day, the feelings never went away, they ended up caving many many many times. and yeah, chris is not the biological father. obviously this will cause a huge fight. they will eventually separate, and a divorce will happen. 100%. and reina will find out about chris and y/n... and though she is bitter this college girl stole chris's heart who she wants to blame the whole problem on, she decides to stay quiet about the whole thing. she knows she's wronged chris and she has no business trying to ruin his career or cause him more pain. she knows she's done awful things, she can't really take it out on him. she will probably threaten them with the knowledge at first but decide against it, even show them she won't say anything. she still is not fond of y/n.
she also ends up with the father of her child. they are growing a family together now.
Now..... timelines will be a bit mixed up here, so this next thing would have come before the whole pregnancy thing.
So the thing between Y/N and Chris continues, they have many talks about stopping, maybe at this point they would have just agreed on a break or sth and they actually end up meeting in a company party. because surprise surprise, Y/N's mother is actually working in Reina's father's company. She works above Reina, so she's her senior/superior. They don't really work together that much but they are acquainted and friendly. Y/N and Chris will both be there for the party and it will be very uncomfortable. A conversation about Y/N studying in the same college that Chris works at comes up and there'll will be a lot of comments from both Y/N's parents and Reina that hit very different when you know about the affair. like "I hope our daughter hasn't been troubling you." and "Well, I hope in return my husband has been treating you well."
on top of all of that y/n might be struck with some jealousy and actually tease chris in very sneaky ways. maybe there's some finger foods she's eating in seductive ways, maybe she's flirting with some interns and sending glances at chris to make sure he's watching. she's taking the risks and it's making her all the more excited. this relationship is very exciting, thrilling for both of them.
chris will walk up to y/n and her parents and ask for permission to talk to y/n about certain school stuff that he "has been meaning to talk to her about but haven't had the time". and now that reina is mingling, he found the right timing to snatch you away. he's also apologizing for the inconvenience.
turns out y/n's dad is actually quite fond of chris, saying how nice of a man he is and senses nothing iffy in his behavior.
they may or may not have a little fun in a public bathroom and create rumors that reach reina's ears that she brings up to chris later on. nobody spilled the beans on who those two were, they weren't fully seen.
she will realize through her jealousy that she actually wants something more with chris but him being married and all is what complicates things. he, after cheating on his wife with y/n in the company party of his father-in-law's, realizes just how risky this whole affair is, but realizes he has no intentions to stop. he want's y/n real bad. he's in deep, just like she is.
so there are connections. small world, isn't it?
but anyway, to the finishing line of his story.
chris divorces his wife. he meets with y/n again after a while of not being in contact, after thinking some things through. they love each other deeply but they've both been through so much during their affair as have other people around them. chris has gone through a divorce, he had been preparing for a child that ended up not being his in the end, he's battled with not taking control of his life and following his long forgotten dreams. all throughout this story, he would have been writing a story himself about the whole thing. a little romanticized, dramatized (though the story in itself is already filled with drama) but most importantly he's gotten his inspiration back, y/n woke something in him that got him writing again. she had become his muse, someone who nearly possessed his mind... obviously the whole connection between these two is problematic and.... toxic in a way??? like i think we can all agree this isn't the healthiest of relationships. there's a lot of back and forth, hot and cold, breakups and makeups, the fact that it's frowned upon/illegal due to chris being y/n's professor, chris cheating on his wife with her which she is just enabling.... also this situation has not helped her education at all and in turn made things a but worse... it's messy and causing a lot of distress for both parties. they end up separating as well. it will be hard for both of them. chris will do most of the talking, explaining how this is not the right time for them to start a proper relationship after everything they've both gone through. he's explaining her how she needs to focus on her studies, he doesn't want to sabotage her future and he needs to give his dreams a shot once more. he's moving away after the semester ends, he's starting off new and he hopes she will do the same. obviously the whole night will be emotional, romantic yet sad... there's a lot of pain but also a lot of love for each other. and they end up separating, not contacting each other again.
years go by and finally y/n graduates. she finds out that there is a book signing event from none other than chris. he's finally published a book and it has brought quite a lot of attention. it's nothing too big for now but a spike in sales and popularity has been talked about. she's brought back to her time with him and can't help but feel proud that he's finally doing something he's wanted to do for a long time. he's written a book that will become successful. though romanticized in some parts still a very raw story about love, family, career and affairs (maybe even midlife-crisis) that doesn't sugarcoat things. obviously characters, the setting and much else have been changed to not reveal too much of what happened in real life. i'm thinking even occupations of the characters would be changed, it won't be a professor/student relationship but still an almost boss/employee one... or maybe better described as senior/junior... idk didn't think that far..... but anyway...
she's very happy for him but also curious to how the book turned out, curious to know what was going on inside his mind when they had their affair. she gets the book, curiosity becoming too much for her to bear.
so she reads the book. probably won't be too fond of some of the things written but recognizes the beautifully written raw emotions and feelings and feels the depth of them. she sheds many tears while reading the book, realizing how deeply he truly loved her. her heart clenches at the memory of him, of everything they went through. she realizes she still holds him dear to her heart. and she has nothing romantic going on for her right now, she's wondering how his situation is. based on what she read she is hopeful he still feels the same somewhat. i mean, it's been years and he book is being published only just now... she's trying to make sense of why he would still be interested.... but without thinking about it much further, she decides to go to the event, ask for her book to be signed.
she's nervous obviously, waiting until the last of the people have gotten their books signed. just as chris is wrapping up and starting to leave, y/n walks up to him and nicely asks for him to do one more signature. he immediately recognizes her voice. though it's been years, his writing has kept it alive. every time he described her voice, he could hear it in his head. you had stayed to haunt him even after all this time.
the two will catch up, fidgeting awkwardly. it's been years, jumping right into each other's embrace would be quite weird and awkward for them. they still kind of want to do that... but anyway they keep it all civil and everything but end up agreeing to meeting up for dinner or something. they will be going for dinner and on the drive be talking and catching up but during the ride their plans change. though both of them wanted to take it slow and be careful, they just cannot wait. they go up to either one of their apartments or a hotel room one of them is staying at (didn't think where this event would be held) and just go at it. it'll be passionate, emotional... they will take their time, make sure to show each other how they truly feel when they've never really been experts at communicating verbally, but no need to worry, they'll learn in time.
it will end with them sharing their want to take things slow but throwing that out of the window. they finally have the chance to be together, they want to get right on it. jokes will be made about moving fast, even a quick vegas wedding might be brought up only to be challenged with a "ok, maybe take things just a liiiiiitle bit slower"
but yeah so in the end they do end up together. that's what i had planned for the story. i hope you liked it, i'm sorry if you didn't. i know how bothersome it can be to have a story you like be left completely unfinished with no closure but i hope you find some closure in this if that's what you were missing. i know it's not written in the best way possible, but it gives you the gist of how the story would end if i finished it. if you have any questions, let me know and i'll see if i can answer them.
i'm sorry for those of you who wanted this story to be continued. that sadly won't be happening from me. if any of you want to give this story a go, to put your own little twists into it, you have my permission. just remember if you decide to continue the story, or you're inspired to write something based on any of my stories, remember to give credit when credit is due. and with all of that said do what you want with this permission.
again, i hope this brought some closure to those who were seeking it. thank you for reading and voting for Wrong. It is a shame I can't quite put it into story form anymore. But I feel like even I got some closure from sharing what I had in store for you guys. Now I can let it rest with no remorse.
“Our plane leaves in 30 minutes are you ready?” Chris asked as he carried his and Avery’s luggage through the airport.
“Is that even a question? we’re moving to fucking London….of course I’m ready.” Avery excitedly said, Chris chuckled in response. You could hear airplanes flying by, Avery couldn’t believe she was about to live out her dreams and actually become a model with Chris right by her side.
“Alright then let’s do this…”
*6 months later*
“Avery could you just do one more pose looking away from the camera…perfect.” Nick said as cameras flashed. “Beautiful!….lets take 5 and get changed into the next outfit asap.” The second that sentence left Nicks mouth it looked like a bunch of statues had finally been awoken.
Makeup artist ran up to Avery frantically putting blush, bronzer and other makeup products onto her face as she walked off the set, heels clicking at a fast pace.
“Avery I need you in the dressing room in 2 minutes to get your outfit on!” One of the costume crew members yelled from across the room. Avery gave a thumbs up in return as she sat in her seat. She’d been working all day outfit after outfit, accessory after accessory, makeup basically melting off her face.
Finally she got to take a break, short as hell nonetheless but still it was a break. She closed her eyes for a minute, tuning out everyone else until she heard a quite lovely voice coming from behind her.
“You look beautiful babydoll,” he whispered in her ear and a smile immediately grew on her face. She jumped out of her seat and gave Chris the biggest hug known to man. “I didn’t know you’d be here today…I thought you had a meeting?”
“I did but it ended early…so I decided to get my lovely girlfriend her favorite vanilla latte from the coffee shop down the street and surprise her.” Avery giggled at his sweet gesture and delicately took the latte out of Chris’s hold “Thank you love,”
“Uh where’s my coffee?” Nick jokingly said to Chris. “Uhhh I’m sorry are you my girlfriend?” Avery giggled again at Chris’s comeback. Nick rolled his eyes “you’re distracting our model…if you couldn’t tell already we’re in the middle of a shoot.”
Avery started to slowly get ushered away by staff members. “I’ll see you after” Avery sweetly said as she kissed Chris’s cheek.
“Alright alright I guess I’ll get back to the office and actually do work.” Chris said as he hugged Avery goodbye.
The day stretched on, more outfits, hairdos, makeup looks, etc. Eventually the day came to an end as the sun started to set and everyone stopped packing up their equipment.
“Good job today Avery,” Nick said on his way out of the studio. Avery gave him a gentle smile “Thanks Nick,”
“You need a ride back to your apartment?” He offered, “oh no I think I gonna go check on Chris in his office,” Nick nodded as he went into the elevator.
Avery took the stairs up to Chris’s office on the 7th floor, two floors above where she was before. She delicately opened his office door to see him know where to be found.
“Chris?”
“Out here,” Chris yelled from the balcony connected to his office. Avery made her way out there, taking in the beautiful view of London. “I can’t believe this..” Chris whispered,
“What can’t you believe?” Avery asked, “I can’t believe we’re here right now living out our dreams. I mean just a couple months ago you were a miserable college student and I was a grumpy professor.“ Avery chuckled, “I’m so happy we met,” she said leaning into Chris’s side.
“I mean just think about it..without each other we probably would still be two miserable people living life’s we didn’t want.” Avery quietly said,
Chris wrapped his long arms around her, “I want my life to be like this forever. With you, my brother, my dream job, this beautiful city. I couldn’t ask for anything else”
Avery looked up at him, taking in his cherishable features she had always admired. Chris looked down at her soft, delicate face that he always adored. “I love you babydoll.. forever and always,” “I love you too, Chris”
Apart they were two broken people, together they are a peaceful couple that get to live out their dreams together.
It started with stupid lessons for a silly college class but turned out to be memorable lessons of love that taught Chris and Avery to cherish each other through thick and thin even when the other hurts them badly. Because in the end they cared about the other more than themself and that is something they will always stick by for the rest of their life, until death so them part, they are in love forever.
The end.
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CW: Angst, depression, loneliness, arguing lmk if there’s more
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
Life went on like a dream,
No not a dream a nightmare, one that I couldn’t pull myself out of. It’s been about a month since Chris broke up with me and I’ve still been stuck in an endless loop of sadness.
I stopped trying in school, it didn’t seem important to me anymore. Sometimes I would even skip class, I’d tell myself it was to avoid Chris but truthfully I hoped it would get his attention and maybe he’d call to check in. New flash he didn’t,
All I did now was lay in bed, ponder on what could’ve been and what could’ve happened if Chris didn’t end things. I ate breakfast in bed which would totally be a crime if I was still sleeping with Chris. He used to always say “you’re gonna get crumbs in the bed” whenever I’d eat something in it. Now it didn’t matter, he wasn’t here anymore.
I felt alone, I didn’t realize it til now that Chris was the only person I liked being around. Everyone else felt like a chore, even with Matilda it was tough to hang around her since all she would ask about was Chris or if I had weed. The only person I wanted right now was the one I couldn’t have.
But luckily now it was spring break and I would be heading back to my parents house, away from the city. Even though my parents get on my nerves being with them is better than being with no one. Plus neither of them will mention Chris to me since neither of them knew about him.
So I smoked away my sorrows on the drive back to my hometown. Trying my best to forget about Chris for atleast one minute so I could stop suffering. Til my car pulled up to big white gates with a humongous mansion behind it aka my parents house.
Being here brought back unwanted memories but atleast they’d distract me from my current tragedy.
I shut my car door and was immediately greeted by my two ‘lovely’ parents. “Welcome home sweetheart!” My mother cooed as she wrapped in a tight hug. “It feels like I haven’t seen you in forever.” My father stayed silent as always, “I know mom, I’ve just been….busy.”
“I bet you have, you should tell me all about it inside..your father can get your stuff from the car.” She guided me inside as she signaled to my father to get my things.
Hours went by as my mother talked my ear off and my father kept pouring more and more drinks for himself in the living room. Usually I would despise when they would do this but this time around was not usual. I needed a distraction and that’s when exactly what I got.
Instead of thinking about Chris and everything that has happened in the past couple weeks. I would think about how annoying my parents were being. 
Before my mother could start another one of her stories I abruptly cut her off “I’m gonna go to the terrace for a bit to get some air.” I got up from the couch before they could say anything and moved towards the doors leading to the balcony.
I stepped onto the terrace leaving my parents behind in my room. My hair blew around in the cold breeze. I yanked a cigarette out of my purse violently.
I lit it within seconds, taking a long drag before I heard my mothers agitating voice, “come on Avery you know your father and I don’t like when you do that stuff.”
I rolled my eyes, scoffing “I'm depressed mother, this is what depressed people do.” I lean my elbows down on the marble railing of the terrace taking another drag.
I watched the trees sway in the wind, and little critters rummage around my backyard. Then I heard it, one sentence, barely audible, definitely only meant for their ears but I heard it.
“I swear if this whole depression thing is about that man Christopher I’m gonna lose it.”
Chris? How do they know about Chris?
My head whipped around, “what did you just say?” I knew what my mother said but I wanted him to say it to my face.
“Nothing for your ears,” I instantly put out my fresh cigarette on the marble and made my way back inside. “Really?-nothing for my ears because I’m pretty sure that you were just talking about my ex. The ex that neither of you knew about or at least I thought you didn’t know about.”
My parents stayed silent, eyes wide like they just got caught. Then my mom finally snapped back into character. “Avery your being ridiculous why don’t you calm-”
I harshly cut her off, “Don’t fucking tell me to calm down!” I yelled, she flinched immediately going silent again. “How do you know about Chris?”
My dad completely avoided the question “Avery, this is not an appropriate way to treat your parents.”
“Don’t tell me what’s appropriate and not! Now answer my question! How do you know Chris?”
“A-Avery” my mother stuttered,
“Mia told you about him, didn't she?”
My parents gave each other a look,
“Yes she did,” my mom said, looking down at the floor probably too embarrassed to be eye to eye with me.
Before I could say anything back my father cut in “she came to us just a month or two after winter break, said she was worried about you that you had been ‘messing around’ with your professor, getting into fights, she said that you slapped her when she tried to help you.”
“When exactly did she tell you all of this?”
“I told you about a month or two ago,”
“No, I need you to tell me the exact date.”
He paused for a moment. I could see in his eyes he was debating if he should say it or not. Then my mother finally spoke “the 5th of march”
The day before he broke up with me…
“You forced him to do it didn’t you…you forced him to break up with me. The one person I loved you took away” I said, tears streamed down my face.
My father spoke again “He wasn’t good for you-”
“YOU HAVE NO CLUE WHAT'S GOOD FOR ME! YOU DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO I AM” I screamed,
“Your our daughter, that’s who you are,” my mother reached for me but I pulled away “Not anymore,”
I quickly walked towards my room where all my things were. I took my suitcase and laid it on my bed, immediately shoving things into it. “Sweetheart what are you doing?”
“Leaving…I’m leaving and I’m never coming back. I am no longer gonna let you control my life like some video game. So I’m leaving and taking all my things with me, at least everything that’s important to me.”
“Sweetheart you're over reacting..”
“Don’t call me that, I’m not your sweetheart anymore.” I moved to my bathroom grabbing more of my belongings. “Avery how about we just let you cool off and we talk about this later.” My father added,
“No, I’m done with your bullshit. I’m never speaking to either of you again. You are no longer my parents and I’m no longer your daughter.”
I shoved all my things in my suitcase, zipped it up and dragged it out of my room. Leaving my parents behind in shock. Before I left through the front door I heard my mom yell “where will you go? We’re the ones paying for your apartment..” I called out “it’s none of your business where I’m going so please just leave me the fuck alone.” I slammed the door behind me.
I’m finally free.
Yet still I felt so heavy, I finally let my parents go but doing that cost me more than I thought through.
It finally hit me in the car ride out of my hometown. Now loneliness wasn’t just a feeling it was a fact. I have no one left in my life to go to. I’m officially alone.
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CW: hella angst, self blame, mentions of ODing, cursing, lmk if I missed anything
-𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I hate hospitals as most do, I always found them nauseating. Especially when you think about how one’s life could have just beginning while another’s could’ve just needed in the same building is horrifying.
Some pray in the waiting room on their way in, others cry in the parking lot on their way out. No one knows why you’re there or who you’re there for, nor do they really care.
That is what I hate most about hospitals. No one gives a shit about anyone else’s well being except their own. You’d think being put in that situation would make them more empathetic for others but no. Truthfully they could not care less about your dying daughter or sick son as long as their family member gets to see the doctor next.
So when someone I knew had to stay in the hospital for some reason I’d usually send my prayers via text message.
But…
When the paramedics rushing Avery to the hospital asked if I wanted to go with them I didn’t even hesitate to say yes.
My head throbbed from the sirens, the paramedics spoke medical terms that I couldn’t comprehend. Not when all I could do was stare at Avery’s limp body hooked up to thousands of machines. Pale as the snow on winter break and a heartbeat so weak it whispers instead of pounding. All I can do is replay the last hour in my head over and over again.
Punishing myself, blaming myself for everything that has happened. Thinking of ways I could’ve stopped this all from happened.
If I didn’t breakup with her this wouldn’t have happened. If I didn’t completely cut her off this wouldn’t have happened. If I just reached out for once this wouldn’t have happened. If I had…
I looked back up at her, her numbers were dropping quick. A irritating beeping noise was filling the tight walls of the ambulance. I was about to ask what was happening, if she was going to be ok but suddenly we came to a stop.
The paramedics rushed Avery out into the big hospital. One of them ushered me to the waiting room but out of the corner of my eye I could see her still. Surrounded but every nurse and doctor on the floor. I saw people peaking out of their rooms to see what was going on. My heart truly broke at that moment.
Because I realized I couldn’t be the cure this time, I couldn’t help her survive this, and if she doesn’t survive I don’t think I could ever forgive myself for it.
12 hours later…
I sat in the waiting room for who knows how long. Hunched over, knee bouncing, picking at my nails as I felt my phone go off with a million texts from the university asking why I didn’t show up to my class. I didn’t pay attention to them though, my mind was fixated on when a doctor would come out of those big double doors and tell me any type of news.
Good….bad….just not none at all, because knowing nothing is way worse than knowing the worst.
I watched different families walk in and out of the waiting room. I was jealous of them, they got answers and yet I was still left in the dust.
I was about to look at the clock again til a shadow casted over me. A tall man stood over me, seemingly a doctor since he had scrubs on.
My heart stopped finally the moment I’ve been waiting for. My questions will finally be answered yet part of me still is terrified to find out the truth.
“Mr. Sturniolo is it?”
“Yes yes that’s me,” I stood up
“Avery had a very rough night…her low oxygen levels caused her to go hypoxemia. But after hours of trying to bring her levels back up she finally stabilized.”
Stabilized, once I heard that word I felt a weight be lifted off my chest. The world that was once spinning around stopped and I could finally breathe properly again.
“Is she awake yet? Can I see her?” I choked out, “she hasn’t woken up yet but I can take you back to see her I suppose.”
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
The first thing I heard was a steady beeping noise, normally it would annoy but at the moment I found peace in it.
I slowly opened my eyes to face the world that I wish I wasn’t in. The bright hospital lights blinded me, I’m not sure how I’m still here right now, especially since I didn’t call or text anyone about my plans except…
Chris my eyes landed on his tired, limp body. He was slouched over my bed, he didn’t notice me quite yet which is probably for the better. The gears in my brain started turning, what if Chris was the one that saved me?
The thought popped up in my mind, before I could fully overthink it Chris lifted his head. Our eyes met, his once tired eyes shifted into a more shocked and happy expression once he saw me.
“You’re awake,” he smiled at me, the type of smile he used to give me in the morning when he had just woken up. “You are too,” I softly whispered
He chuckled at my remark, “Even after everything that happened last night you still manage to have your sarcastic side don’t you.” My smile slightly faded with the thought of last night.
“Look babydoll…I know we haven’t talked in a while and you probably hate me now for everything I’ve done. But last night, the call, finding you on the bathroom floor..it all really made me realize….i can’t live in a world where you’re not in it. I know it’s a dick move to only come back when something like this happens…but better late than never am I right?”
I gave a tired smile, “I understand why you did it…but what I don’t understand was why you didn’t just tell me the situation…after you broke up with me and completely vanished from my life I felt so alone, no one to turn too or lean on, just me by myself.” Tears started to form in my eyes,
“I know I know I fucked up…I shouldn’t have done that and I know that now. Please just give me a second chance I promise I’ll do better….please babydoll.” His eyes were turning glassy as his lip quivered.
I stared at him, analyzed his expressions, burned the image of his red glassy eyes into my brain. “Okay…” I whispered as I laid my weak hand on top of his. “Okay?” He said back to me, “yeah…okay,” I smiled genuinely this time.
I may be too forgiving to him or maybe I should’ve made him work harder for my trust again. But I know that without him my life was a complete reck so maybe…hopefully with this second chance I can make my shitty life less of a mess than it already is.
*2 days later*
“Okay I brought you some breakfast today so you don’t have to eat the disgusting hospital food.” Chris marched his way into my hospital room.
He sat down on my bed right beside me and set down the bag of food. “Thank you…but I am starting to question how you’ve been able to miss so many classes of yours without getting in trouble.”
Chris chuckled slightly, “well for starters I haven’t been missing if they’re not my classes anymore.”
Shock jolted through my body, “What?!…Why!? ”
Chris scratched the back of his neck, “well technically I was fired…but it’s fine because I was gonna quit anyway.”
“Hold on pause…why were you fired? And secondly why were you gonna quit?”
“Well ignoring your bosses texts on why you weren’t in school was probably the root of me getting laid off…and I was gonna quit because I got offered another job.”
“And that job being?” My nosy side finally making a return.
“Nick asked me to help him with the clothing brand in London.” I gasped in excitement, and hit Chris’s chest playfully “no way! I’m so happy for you!” I hugged him even though my iv was putting a little strain on it.
“I can’t believe this you’re finally getting to fulfill your dreams!” Chris smiled, “yeah well it’s all thanks to you honestly.” I scrunched my face “me? Why me?”
“Well a little bit back when we were still together and I was still trying to work things out with him. I thought to myself maybe if I couldn’t take part in this brand then maybe you could. So I told him that I had a model that would love to work with him and then that led to him asking me more about my ideas and thoughts on the brand. Which then led to me sending him design ideas, media advice, and now here we are….I was gonna tell you about it but then we broke up and cut contact so I didn’t really know how to.”
He looked at me as if he was praying in his mind I wouldn’t be mad but truthfully I was the complete opposite. I giggled, “I’m glad I helped you make up with your brother and get this amazing job even though I didn’t even know about it.”
We looked into each other’s eyes, mesmerized by each other’s features. I could see the gears shifting in his brain, like an idea just popped up out of nowhere.
“Come with me to London, come be a model there,”
“Chris we just got back together…”
“I know I know but don’t think about it as you’re going to London to be with me think about it as you’re going to London to fulfill your dreams.”
His words were overwhelming me with possibilities, “I-I don’t know what to say…” he took both of his hands in mine “say yes babydoll…I’ll get us a apartment, we can site see together, I’ll show up to your shoots with coffee, you’ll show up to my office with…yourself. It wouldn’t be perfect but it would be us.”
I thought about it for a minute, I truly did. What if we breakup again…what if we don’t…what if I suck at modeling…what if I’m phenomenal. What if…
“Let’s do it,”
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CW: This is a very heavy chapter, loneliness, emptiness, and mentions of Suicide (seriously guys it’s not worth it don’t even think about doing it)
-𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I got back to my apartment late at night. Thoughts racing through my mind suddenly flat lined when I stepped into this lifeless apartment I once called home.
When I left my parent’s house I felt free, free from their rules, criticism, expectation. But now all I could feel like was stupid. I just cut off the last people I had left in my life. Not to mention the people who were funding my life meaning from now on I’m on my own.
So no more apartment, no more university, no luxurious life I once had. Idiot.
My emptiness turned into anger, I started throwing my things around the apartment. Things that were once so meaningful to me now are just items I broke and ruined because of my frustration at myself for being such a dumb bitch.
After an hour of wrecking my apartment my anger slowly turned back into the dreadful sadness I’ve been feeling since Chris left.
My body dragged itself to the bathroom floor to collect my scattered thoughts.
My soft skin hugged the cold tiles of the bathroom. It felt nice to finally feel something real for once.
That distracted me for a couple minutes til my eyes landed on a yellow bottom sitting in the edge of the counter. I never really took pills so when my eye caught it, it intrigued me quite a bit.
I sat up a little, attempting to reach for it. Once it fell into my grasp I read the description carefully. It was some anti depressants pill. Something I must have gotten a little bit ago to help the pain of Chris’s abandonment.
I stared at the bottle longer and longer til an idea popped in my head. It was a horrific idea yet one that seemed pretty pleasant to me. “No I can’t,” I threw the bottle across the room.
“I need to call someone..” I whispered to myself I frantically grabbed my phone and scrolled through my contacts.
Mom no
Matilda no
I kept looking til one name came up,
Chris
I called Chris 3 times, each time there was no answer. Yet I still tried again, 4 times a charm. The phone goes to voicemail obviously, my mind is scattered all over the place and before I know it I’m leaving him a message.
I sniffled a few times from my sobs, “Hey Chris uhh I know I shouldn’t be calling you right now and that you told me we shouldn’t contact each other anymore but uh. I just really need someone to talk to, and feel like you're the only person that will get me. I mean there’s Matilda but she wouldn’t get it like you would.”
My voice cracked, “my parents told me everything, so I cut them off….and now I’m sitting in my bathroom packing up all my shit wondering what the fuck I’m gonna do now. Because my parents pay for everything, my apartment, university…I just can’t do it anymore, I have no strength left…there’s nothing left for me in this life…nothing”
I stopped myself. I shouldn’t be telling him this. He’s my ex. It's not his problem what’s going on with me anymore. I stutter “I-I’m sorry for calling, I shouldn’t have unloaded all of that on you. You shouldn’t have to worry about me, it's not your problem anymore, I'm sorry.”
I quickly ended the voicemail and threw my phone across the bathroom floor. I looked at the pill bottle across the room once again and knew exactly what was gonna happen next…
-𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜’𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅
I was in my office working late on different papers and lesson plans.
My phone rang an unusual amount of times. But frankly I didn’t care too much. It was probably just spam, so I ignored it.
I went back to the loads of work I had set out on my table. Until my mind wandered, like it always did. No one was ever really that desperate to get a hold of me. My phone went off 3 or 4 times, it was clear someone needed to reach me.
I stared at my phone for a minute, contemplating if I should at least see who called.
My mind was saying no, stay focused on your work, don’t get distracted. But my heart was telling a different story.
I had a heavy feeling in my chest, something dark and cloudy. It felt wrong not to pick up the phone, like if I neglected it something bad was going to happened
So my heart won, I quickly picked up my phone, rushing to see who called.
Babydoll was the contact name and my heart sank.
My mind raced, why was she calling so late? why me? What could be going on?
I scrolled through my Notification Center and saw she left a voicemail.
I hesitated to press play, too scared to find out the reason for her urgent calls. But I still did it, I still pressed play.
“Hey Chris uhh I know I shouldn’t be calling you right now and that you told me we shouldn’t contact each other anymore but uh. I just really need someone to talk to, and feel like you're the only person that will get me. I mean there’s Matilda but she wouldn’t get it like you would.” Her voice was heavy, she sniffled through her words and once in a while I’d hear a crack in her voice.
“my parents told me everything,” I knew immediately what she was talking about. My heart dropped, she knew, she finally knew the reason.
*Flashback*
Ring, Ring, Ring
I picked up the telephone on the wall oblivious to what was about to happen. “Professor Sturniolo, we have some people here that would like to see you immediately. Please head down to the dean's office now.”
My thoughts were kinda scattered I didn’t know what to think when I started walking down to the deans office. I usually never got called there, so now all I could wonder is what could be so urgent for me to get called out of class.
When I made it to the office I lightly knocked on the door and was met with the dean. “Hello Professor please come in,” when I was let in I saw a couple sitting in the chairs in front of the deans desk.
They looked well put together, probably a students parents. “Professor please meet Mr and Mrs Lane.” My heart dropped Avery’s parents
They both smiled at me, “I’m sure you’ve heard about us from Avery.”
“Uh…I sure have,” I was stunned and a little bit nervous to say the least. Why were they here? My question was answered a couple seconds later as the dean spoke. “So professor I hear you’ve been having relations with one of your students.”
“It’s not what you think-” Avery’s mother cut me off. “Oh it’s exactly what we think, you have been distracting her from her studies. You’re being a horrible influence on our daughter and I frankly can’t not approve of it.”
“No! No! It’s not what you think…I’m helping her.”
“Professor Sturniolo please save me and everyone else from your excuses I have already heard everything I need to hear and the only way for everyone in this room to be happy is for you either to break things off with Avery Lane or resign from your position here.”
*Present*
That day was the worst day of my life but I have no time to linger on it anymore. So I focused back on the message Avery sent me.
“…I just can’t do it anymore, I have no strength left…there’s nothing left for me in this life…nothing”
“Nothing left for me in this life..”
I knew what she was trying to say but couldn’t quite say it out loud. I immediately jumped out of my seat, running out the door only with my phone and keys.
The message kept playing, “I-I’m sorry for calling, I shouldn’t have unloaded all of that on you. You shouldn’t have to worry about me, it's not your problem anymore, I'm sorry.”
“Don’t worry about me” stuck in my brain. Because of course I was worried. No matter what, I still cared for her more than anything and the last thing I want to see is her memorial.
So yes I’m worrying, sick to my stomach that I was gonna be too late.
I drove like a maniac trying to get to her apartment as fast as I could.
I opened her door with the spare key she had given me awhile ago. When I entered all her belongings were scattered on the floor. I frantically started calling out her name. “Avery! Babydoll! Please answer me, where are you?!”
I looked in her kitchen, living room, bedroom, she was nowhere to be found. Then lastly the bathroom…
“No…no…please..babydoll”
She was unconscious on the bathroom floor, I dove to the ground, holding her limp body as tears rolled down my face. Her breathing was shallow but still there which gave me hope.
My hands were shaking as I called 911, I don’t remember much of what the dispatcher said. I just remember telling her the type of pills Avery took and hearing her say she would get an ambulance to come help us.
Now all I can do is wait…wait to find out if the love of my life will make it through the night or not.
The biggest fear a man so in love could ever face.
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