19. Liam

CHAPTER NINETEEN

liam

I should be admitted to a mental facility as there's clearly something wrong with me.

And I should be studied too.

This must be the first case in human history of someone regressing thirty years in their mental state, because I sure as fuck feel like a teenager right now.

And to be fair to the teenager version of myself, I don't remember acting in such an idiotic fashion back then.

Or I could be thrown in jail, as this is clearly stalking.

Not only am I sitting in my car, waiting for April to arrive so I can follow her in, but I'm also following her as she makes her way here by tracking her new phone. This is not only inappropriate and condemnable, but I'm 99.9% certain that it is also illegal and warrants grounds for imprisonment.

I'm always the first one into work, always. But not today, not after I met the feisty young doctor. She's not only too young for me, she also makes me act wholly inappropriate for my age, too.

But fuck if I'm not aching for another fill of her.

This morning I painted every tile in my bathroom in her honor and still can't get her out of my head.

Every time I contemplate picking up my phone to hire an escort—an act as mundane and ordinary as ordering a food delivery—something halts me.

I know it'll be, at best, as satisfying as jerking myself off and I'll still be left craving April by the end of it. So I stuck to free manual labor.

It's been twenty-four minutes. Does this woman have a watch? Should I have bought her that instead of a phone? Where the fuck is she? It's almost 9 am.

I've already cleared all my inboxes and had two video calls with business partners from Dubai and Hong Kong. My patience is wearing thin and my leg is bouncing so much it should add to my step count of the day. When the digital clock in the top right corner displays nine o'clock sharp, I shut my laptop, drop it in my bag and tell George that I'm heading inside.

As I lay my hand on the door handle to push it open, April arrives.

The car she's in doesn't make its way into the parking lot. It stops at the gate. She steps out of it in high heels and a skirt tighter than a sailor's knot. Tighter than my clenched fist around my cock last night, and this morning, on her behalf.

At least now I can swear to God that this encounter was a coincidence and I won't be lying, I lie to myself.

As I'm about to exit the car, rehearsing my surprised expression at the remarkable series of events that led us to meet by total chance, I spot Physio Guy exiting the vehicle, too. The scene robs me of any spontaneity, and my hand freezes on the door handle.

Does this fucking parking lot have something against me?

Is this woman incapable of riding alone in a car?

My morning goes sour as I watch them enter the building in a too friendly manner for my liking and I consider having this parking lot imploded.

She's not getting away again, that's for sure. I come up with something fast. It's not a brilliant idea. George is certainly not a fan of it, but it's the one I have for now.

I let April and Physio Guy go in first, and follow them a few steps behind. We all exchange good mornings and get into the elevator together.

When its door is about to shut, George puts his hand to stop it. "Dominique Bresson? There's a package for you at the reception desk that needs your signature. Do you mind coming with me?"

Aced it. You've just earned yourself a raise, kid.

"Sure. See you in a bit, A." Why so smiley, Bresson? "Good day, Gunn." Whatever. I still force the edges of my lips to rise into something that resembles a smile.

April doesn't bother looking my way before throwing very accurate accusations at me. "Have you no shame?"

"None. I've come to assume I was born without any." That gets me a smile. She tries to hold it in, but I see it. It's there.

The door finally closes giving me the privacy I was so desperate for. We're in silence and the air around us is electric. I know she's affected by my presence.

"You forgot to push the button for your floor, Doc." I hit minus one and once the car starts moving, I know the clock is running. I unbutton my jacket and, with one hand on her waist, turn her body to me.

"What are you doing?" Now she's bothered enough to look me in the eye.

"Stopping myself from going mad." That's all the warning she gets before my lips come crashing down on hers.

I descend on her, unleashing all that's pent up inside. One hand goes to her neck, the other moves down her ass. She grabs my body with the same force, sealing us together. April is mid moan when I push her away at the ping announcing the doors opening.

"Top of the morning to you, Doc."

She's frozen in place, arms hanging in the air, where my body used to be. Ponytail halfway down, lips swollen… she's ready to be fucked—so says my hard cock. The doors begin to close and that spurs her into action. She clears her throat and makes her way out of the car. But she suddenly turns back, holds the doors open with her arms and looks up, inspecting the top corners of the elevator.

"Funny thing. All cameras are down for maintenance," I tell her as I button up my jacket to hide my erection and push the button for my floor.

April's laughter is loud, melodic, and full of relief. Her entire frame bounces in sync. She watches me with a mixture of scolding, but a little bit of pride, too.

"Bye, Mr. Gunn."