Saved by the sea

Chapter 7

The dinner ended not long after the mysterious statement Oliver made about his half brother. For a few moments there was something dark peaking through his usual smiley demeanor. I realized just now that I had never seen this side of Oliver before. He was always smiling and charming everyone around him, no matter what the situation was. Sure there were moments when he would get angry, especially back in high school, but as fast as his anger would rise, as fast it would die down. I was fascinated by this new side of him. But he returned to his usual charming self after a few moments and started joking around with my father as if nothing had happened and there was not a moment where he so lost in sadness.

My father left a little after eleven and Oliver followed him right after. It took me around twenty minutes to clean up as there was not much to do.

But after I finished, I saw that it was almost midnight.

Great... just great...

In my mind I originally had plans to enjoy a long shower to wash away the long day at work as well as the sickness, but I decided against it and just went straight to bed. I only realized how exhausted I was the moment my head hit the pillow and I blacked out immediately.

The next thing I knew was that my alarm was blasting, forcing me awake. I released a low cry a wounded animal makes and forced myself to crawl out of bed.

Why does life suck so much?

I dragged myself into the bathroom and turned in to the shower. Striped bear, I stood under the stream for a few minutes, just letting the warm water wash away the last bits of sleep as well as relax my stiff body that had no wish to be awake just yet or ever.

Ahh... nothing beats a warm shower. I knew that I could stand here like this for hours, but work awaits and there is still a shitload to do today. So, reluctantly, I washed myself as quickly as I could and dressed for work.

Looking at my watch, I realized that breakfast wasn't in the cards for me today, so I just grabbed my coat and computer before rushing out the door.

I rushed to work, hating myself for wasting so much time in shower, but I couldn't really blame myself. The shower was one of my weaknesses. When the warm water massages your upper back and then the water runs down your back, sending a shiver through your body.

Mhm... how much I would love to just stand there now. Feeling the steam rise... to feel a stream of hot water running down my back... over my ass... down my thigh.

God.

I hate work right now.

But there is no changing it. As much as I would like to quit and spend my day in the shower, I still have other responsibilities, especially now, before the wedding. I have to finish it all today.

Then a week of just Oliver and me, awaits as a reward for all this.

Yes!

I can do this!

For Oliver!

I hipped myself up and walked into the office with my head held high, ready to take on the world.

As usual, the office was almost empty as I am always the first one to arrive. So I made my way to my cubical and decided on getting myself a coffee in the break room, to keep not only my motivation going, but my body as well, as I hadn't had breakfast yet.

When I walked in I was surprised that there were two women already there.

One of them was Oliver's assistant. She was chuckling with one of the other assistants that I had seen her before, but what was her name, I could not remember.

As I walked inside, they didn't notice me as the door was already open.

So they continued talking as if no one was there.

"...Yes, Mr. West refuses to sell the company even when his health is going down hill... He said that the company belongs to his daughter and no one else is getting it..."

"... That is so stupid, as if his doormat of a daughter could run this company..."

Before she could continue with her insults, I turned on the coffee machine and the girls got quiet. Still not acknowledging me, but that was nothing new.

I made my coffee and walked out of the break room.A part of me really wanted to yell at them, to stand up for myself, but...

What's the point?

There is no changing their opinion and angry yelling almost always ends with me in tears. So I chose to ignore them and do my job. I made my way back to my workplace and started the computer and dived in into the world of numbers.

Numbers were easier than people. They were logical and simple, always a clear reason as to why they are there... they are never mean... or disrespectful ...

Well, at least in my line of work. They always had a place and a reason for being there and it is always just the question of time until you find their origins. I lost myself at work for what felt like an hour, but it was really five. So, before I knew, it was lunchtime and I hadn't finished my coffee yet. I knew that I should take a moment to eat, but there is still so much work.

Maybe I could miss lunch today, so I could finish everything.

So I stayed working only to stop for a bathroom break here and there or to get some water when it felt like my throat is as dry as a desert. The next time I noticed time, it was around six. I only realized that when I lifted my head and saw that the office was almost empty.

Great...

The last one out again.

But at least I was almost finished.

So I returned to work with a new determination to get everything done. Next time I stood up was when I finished the task around ten PM. It took me longer to finish setting everything up for my time off then I expected.

And left the office around half past ten.

As it was a Friday night, the streets were filled with people partying, drinking, having the time of their life. I sometimes wondered what is like to be one of them...

To be so free..

And full of life...

But in reality... this type of life was just not for me.

I was always too shy to dance or party.

Getting picked up in a bar for a one-night stand, well it didn't work for me.

I tried it a few times.

And well...

I would sit alone at the bar...

And then go back home alone.

Sad really.

So now I try to stay away from places like that, not to relive those humiliating moments.

When I finally got home it was already eleven PM.

I knew that I should probably get some more sleep before tomorrow. My bed was calling my name, but I had to take a shower or a bath before tomorrow to be ready for everything.

Mhm...

A shower will be faster...

So I did that, a short shower and then off to bed.

Spending a bit of time washing my hair with care, shaving...

That is when I stooped by my lady parts...

Hmmm...

Tomorrow will be my wedding night..,

Maybe I should...

But...

No...

Yes...

Yes I will shave...

It took me more time than I expected to finish this task, so when I did finally made it back to bed it was already after midnight, not the best start, but there is nothing I could do about it now.

As I lay in bed, my mind could not settle, especially due to the new sensation in my lower region. My hand traveled on their own to the now naked lady parts.

It felt weirdly smooth.

I started to touch the newly smooth area, getting to know myself in a new way. With every touch, a lovely tingly feeling exploded all over my body. My breathing got heavier and heavier.

I felt my n*****s harden. They needed some attention. So I let my other hand take care of them as I worked on exploring myself.

And this was a wave of new sensations and tingles.

It felt like no other I ever felt before as they exploded in my lower belly.

And a wave of wetness exploded between my legs as I reached the peak and air got caught in my chest.

After took my first full breath and all of my emotions settled down, calmness took over, and I drifted into a deep slumber.

But my sleep was disturbed by the ringing of my phone and someone attacking my front door.

What the hell?