raised an eyebrow. “You know who she is right?”
“No, not really.”
“She is the sole heir to her daddy’s textile business in the city,” he shared, and paused for effect, declaring, “Tex Style Industries.”
“Oh...” Aldrich replied, recognizing the name immediately.
“And she is one of your clients!” Tim announced excitedly, looking at him, grinning. “You really have it bad for the young Anabella, don’t you?”
This made Aldrich grin.
“I mean, that woman is beautiful and seemed to cling to you, yet you still managed to think about Anabella.”
This time, Aldrich blushed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blushed with embarrassment. Tim just chuckled as he placed his order with the waiter.
Monica phoned him that morning, informing him of the nightmares Anabella had struggled with the previous night. Upon hearing this, all he had wanted to do was be with her.
On previous occasions when he made it to the pool, his heart had ached for the tired and sad lines evident on her face from all the sleepless nights. He would watch her dive into the pool, relentlessly keeping up the pace, and when she was done practicing she would come out of the water as her sparkling self.
This was what he loved most, her ability to bounce back refreshed, as if nothing was wrong in her world. He wished he knew the whole story, but what he did know was that she didn’t want him anywhere close to her house. Not that she was ashamed of him. He didn’t get that vibe at all. Period.
He’d once mentioned it to Monica, but all she had said was that Anabella would have to tell him herself, as she wasn’t allowed to go near her house, either. She never shared anything further, although he had the distinct impression that she knew more than she let on. Monica was a fine and protective friend, and he knew she had her reasons for not telling him the story.
Many times, he wanted to call her just to hear her beautiful voice, tell her how much he missed her, even how much he desired her. He wanted to go over and press her against his body, just to feel her body next to his. He wanted to comfort her, tell how much he cared about her, but he knew it wasn’t the right time to do so. He sensed that there were things she was fighting against. Her mind was obviously occupied with troubled images, which made her act differently than the innocent she really was.
“You need to eat, lunch time is almost over, and,” Tim said, bringing him back to the present, “did Monica phone you?”
“I spoke to her this morning, but she did call again and left a message. I haven’t called her back yet. Why, what’s up?”
“She is organizing a birthday party for Anabella on Saturday. You know she is leaving on Monday?”
“I know she is leaving, yes. I’ll be there.”
“Same time, same place,” Tim said, wiping his mouth clean, while he waited for Aldrich to finish his drink.
One more weekend, then she would be leaving for three months with her coach and the team in order to practice and compete, all in preparation for the Olympics in three year’s time. He would not miss the opportunity to see her one last time; the chance to touch her, hold her, and hear her laughter. He was besotted with her, but he needed to step back as everything within him wanted to rush the relationship, impatient with the slow progress. He wanted to feel her under him as she gave herself over to him completely. He wanted to drink from her lips and taste her sweetness until she came, screaming his name in ecstasy.
More than that, he wanted to protect her and spend his days with her. She was a very intelligent young woman, one with diverse interests, and not only in sports, which made her an excellent companion.
Over the past few months, he’d examined himself and noticed that she was constantly on his mind. He wanted to share her life, not merely as a spectator anymore, but rather as a team player. He was very proud of her and her
“No, not really.”
“She is the sole heir to her daddy’s textile business in the city,” he shared, and paused for effect, declaring, “Tex Style Industries.”
“Oh...” Aldrich replied, recognizing the name immediately.
“And she is one of your clients!” Tim announced excitedly, looking at him, grinning. “You really have it bad for the young Anabella, don’t you?”
This made Aldrich grin.
“I mean, that woman is beautiful and seemed to cling to you, yet you still managed to think about Anabella.”
This time, Aldrich blushed. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d blushed with embarrassment. Tim just chuckled as he placed his order with the waiter.
Monica phoned him that morning, informing him of the nightmares Anabella had struggled with the previous night. Upon hearing this, all he had wanted to do was be with her.
On previous occasions when he made it to the pool, his heart had ached for the tired and sad lines evident on her face from all the sleepless nights. He would watch her dive into the pool, relentlessly keeping up the pace, and when she was done practicing she would come out of the water as her sparkling self.
This was what he loved most, her ability to bounce back refreshed, as if nothing was wrong in her world. He wished he knew the whole story, but what he did know was that she didn’t want him anywhere close to her house. Not that she was ashamed of him. He didn’t get that vibe at all. Period.
He’d once mentioned it to Monica, but all she had said was that Anabella would have to tell him herself, as she wasn’t allowed to go near her house, either. She never shared anything further, although he had the distinct impression that she knew more than she let on. Monica was a fine and protective friend, and he knew she had her reasons for not telling him the story.
Many times, he wanted to call her just to hear her beautiful voice, tell her how much he missed her, even how much he desired her. He wanted to go over and press her against his body, just to feel her body next to his. He wanted to comfort her, tell how much he cared about her, but he knew it wasn’t the right time to do so. He sensed that there were things she was fighting against. Her mind was obviously occupied with troubled images, which made her act differently than the innocent she really was.
“You need to eat, lunch time is almost over, and,” Tim said, bringing him back to the present, “did Monica phone you?”
“I spoke to her this morning, but she did call again and left a message. I haven’t called her back yet. Why, what’s up?”
“She is organizing a birthday party for Anabella on Saturday. You know she is leaving on Monday?”
“I know she is leaving, yes. I’ll be there.”
“Same time, same place,” Tim said, wiping his mouth clean, while he waited for Aldrich to finish his drink.
One more weekend, then she would be leaving for three months with her coach and the team in order to practice and compete, all in preparation for the Olympics in three year’s time. He would not miss the opportunity to see her one last time; the chance to touch her, hold her, and hear her laughter. He was besotted with her, but he needed to step back as everything within him wanted to rush the relationship, impatient with the slow progress. He wanted to feel her under him as she gave herself over to him completely. He wanted to drink from her lips and taste her sweetness until she came, screaming his name in ecstasy.
More than that, he wanted to protect her and spend his days with her. She was a very intelligent young woman, one with diverse interests, and not only in sports, which made her an excellent companion.
Over the past few months, he’d examined himself and noticed that she was constantly on his mind. He wanted to share her life, not merely as a spectator anymore, but rather as a team player. He was very proud of her and her
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