I sit at my desk basking in thoughts of everything that has been going on with Christian and I. Not so long ago I was a country girl who was holding my V-card very close. This has since been shattered to smithereens big time. I’d been fucked every way imaginable, and more. I imagined a romantic setting like the one that Leo set-up for the Prom. Two people in love and their bodies joining as one. That feels like a girl’s dream. I feel as if he’s turned me into a woman. At times I wonder if I’m now officially a whore?

“Isobel,” Christian calls in a rough voice.

I make a point of grabbing my pen and pad. I knew that the girls were watching me, so I made sure that I look as if I’m going into his office for a good reason.

“Just coming!”

“What’s taking you so long?” he shouts angrily.

“Just grabbing my pen and pad.”

I glance behind me as I walk towards the office, I can see Jean leaning her head from behind her monitor and sure enough she’s watching me.

I enter the office and walk towards the desk.

“Sit,” Christian says in a slightly pissed off voice.

“What’s wrong?”

We’ve been getting along so well. I’ve done everything that he’s said over the last few days and then at night, sometimes I stay at his house. Even in the same bed. Now, he’s treating me as if I’m a stranger. There must be something on his mind.

“I have to go away on business.”

That catches me by surprise, because that means I need to sleep every night in the room. The one I dread going back to and have avoided sleeping there in a while.

“You’ll be back soon,” I don’t know if I’m comforting him or myself?

“I’ll be away all week, shit, fuck!” he says as he slaps his hand against the desk and rubs the area where I made myself come for him.

“Oh, that long?”

Now, I’m really disappointed, because I only have a couple of weeks left here. Maybe I’ve had my head up in the clouds, because we’ve been getting on so well. Part of me hasn’t want to think about leaving.

“Yep, it’s the Japanese, I have to go there and see what they are talking about.”

“Well, we always have the phone and the internet, you know how much fun that is,” I’m trying to think about our time apart as not being so bad.

“Isobel, I’m pissed off, I’m not really in the mood.”

Wow, I can’t believe that this is the same man. I want to get out of here. He doesn’t have to take his frustration out on me. I don’t deserve it.

“Oh, sorry, I’ll keep my mouth shut in future.” I cower deeper into my chair.

“Yep, do that,” he replies. “You can get back to work; I’ll be leaving soon.”

“What? You mean today?”

“Yes Isobel, which is why I wanted you in my office, but you took so long.”

Like two minutes!

“So you need to keep in touch with me and tell me what’s going on.”

I stand up to leave and whisper, “Yes.”

While fighting back the tears. I can’t believe that he’s being so mean to me. I turn to face him, but he’s on his computer. I decide that I’m not going straight back to my desk. I’ll go to the bathroom to cry and then I’ll get to it. I stand at the door waiting for him to say something, but he doesn’t as I open and close the door.

I decide that I’m not crying over any man ever again. So, I return to my desk and continue with my work; I start to feel sad that he’s going. He may only be gone for a week, but a week without caressing his god-like body and feeling his beastly cock deep inside me, feels like a week too long. Even if he’s acting like a complete ass at the moment.

* * *

The first twenty-four hours were the worst, Christian left and there was no way for me to contact him. God, I can’t believe that I’m more upset about the man who’s been cold to me for weeks and hot the last two then I was about my boyfriend of four years. I get home after the office not feeling in the mood to socialise with the girls. As soon as I sit on the bed, I get a text from Christian.

Christian: Sorry, I was an ass yesterday. C

Me: Okay. XXX

I really don’t know what else to say, maybe the kisses will tell him how I feel? Maybe, he’ll send me one back.

Christian: I just wanted to say that I’m sorry. You didn't deserve that. C

Damn! This must be hard for him to do. I don’t think that I’ve ever heard him apologise even in the office. I’m trying to think of a time that he’s done that and draw a complete blank.

Christian: I just want to see how you are doing, are you coping without my body? C

Me: Coping… just, it is not the same without feeling and tasting you. XXX

I feel really silly that I’m laying my heart on the line to a man’s that

Christian: Do you want to get on video chat?

Me: Sure.

Just the anticipation of seeing him has already got me feeling wet. I should have changed and put on something more sexy, but I’m dying to see him. I turn on the laptop and sit in my chair; I open the buttons on my pyjamas top to reveal my cleavage. The web chat starts, and I can see Christian in the video.

“Hi. Sorry, I didn’t realize that you’re going to bed. What time is it over there?”

I feel embarrassed to tell him, “It’s just after eight. I’m just watching TV.”

“But you have nothing on…”

I lean closer to the screen as Christian stands to reveal his boxers, “I’ve just got these on.”

“I appear under-dressed compared to you.”

“Ah, so you’re after some action then?”

I slowly open the remainder of my buttons. I grab my breasts and push them together; I can see Christian as he slips out of his shorts, he grabs his cock and starts stroking himself. I stand and slide my pyjama bottoms to the floor. I pick up the laptop and head towards the couch and place it on the coffee table.

I position the camera, so Christian gets a view of my body, I lean back and spread my legs.

“Can you see my pussy?”

“Shit, Isobel you’re so fucking sexy,” he replies as he leans back in his chair, his hard cock nearly reaching his belly button.

“Want me to come for you?”

I’m asking him, but I’ve already started to rub my clit.

“Hell yes. I want to come for you,” he answers in a sexy voice.

We continue to watch each other, our bodies separated by miles, yet our minds linked by our sexual urges. Oh, my pussy throbs as I slide my fingers deep inside me. I can see Christian; his cock red and hard.

“Shit I’m gonna come,” I hear him say.

“Come for me baby,” I reply as I feel my body releasing the fire deep in my soaking cunt.

I can see his hand moving frantically, it’s becoming a blur, as his body convulses. I watch as his hot come shoots from his cock and hits him on his chest, spurt after spurt, his chest covered in his hot seed.

We finish our chat, and I clean myself, my pussy soaked from watching Christian and his gorgeous cock.

“We could do this again tomorrow night if you like?”

I’m so happy that he said that, this must be the closest that he’s ever admitted that he feels something towards me. Then again, part of me feels that it’s all sex.

“We could actually have a conversation.”

“Isobel, we could do that before you make me come. Enjoy the rest of your night.”

Then he hangs up. Tomorrow I’ll definitely try and control myself. I’ll make him talk to me, even if it means that I need to come by myself every single night while he’s away and not on video chat.

* * *

The next day I go into the office and I feel a little better. I’m determined not to sex video chat to him tonight. I sit at my desk and there’s so much work which is a welcome distraction.

Before I know it, it’s lunch time, but Jean, and the girls left without me. They didn’t even invite me to lunch. I find myself glancing towards Christian’s office and can’t wait for his return. I sit and think of my life compared to how it was before. Christian certainly has lived up to his promise and put a smile back on my face.

I decide to leave early for the evening. I feel lonely, which is weird, because I had loads of work to do. Yet thoughts of sitting here without Christian are too much to bare. I walk around the office and listen to the silence. I head towards the elevator and within a few seconds it appears. For some reason, the ride down to the lobby feels longer than usual.

“Bing, bing,” goes the bell as the elevator stops at various floors, I just bow my head and embrace all my thoughts.

“Good Night Isobel,” I hear the security guard say as I walk across the lobby.

“Night!” I stare at the stone floor on my approach to the revolving door.

I lift my head as I step into the street, the nose from the traffic and the cabs becomes quickly deafening. The sidewalks are filled with people on their way home, or just heading out for a night on the town. I glance upwards at the sky and see it looks like it might rain.

I pull up the collar on my jacket and take my first few steps.

“Isobel!” I hear from behind me.

I stop in my tracks and turn with a broad smile on my face. Is that Christian’s voice?

I glance around the faces looking for Christian, but I see no sign of him anywhere, I feel a little dismayed, and maybe it was someone else with the same name.

“Isobel!” I hear again as a body emerges from the crowd.

“Leo, is that you, what are you doing here?”

Oh my God, what’s he doing here? I’m disappointed and annoyed at the same time. Ever since Agnes sent me the photo of him, I haven’t heard from him. To make matters even stranger, I haven’t heard from Agnes either. Then again, I’ve been too busy with Christian to talk to her. Shoot, that reminds me she was due to come today. Did he come in her place?

“I think I made a mistake.”

I shake my head, I don’t really want to listen to his ramblings.

“Did you come instead of Agnes?”

He nods, and I realize why she’s been quiet. He probably told her that he wanted to come and see me. She could have warned me. Thank goodness Christian’s not around otherwise he wouldn’t be happy at all.

“What do you mean you made a mistake?”

I hate it when people talk in riddles, especially when it’s my ex. The one that cheated on me, and didn’t even bother to apologize. He’s standing here and before I would have been happy thinking that maybe one day we’ll get married. Right now, I couldn’t think of anything worse than getting married to the likes of him.

“I thought so too, but, it’s not the same without you,” he puts his hands on my arm. I walk back. I don’t want him and I certainly don’t need him.

“I’m not the same without you,” he says as he puts his hands in his pockets.

“So, what do you want? What do you want from me?”

I need to go, this conversation’s pointless and I want to talk to Christian. I want us to have a conversation which doesn’t revolve around sex.

“I’ve thought about everything, and I realize the only way to put it all right is to come here for you,” he’s pleading with me and I don’t feel moved at all. I don’t want to go and sit down in a coffee shop and most of all I don’t want him to come back to my place.

“It’s over!”

I know it sounds harsh, but it’s what he deserves.

“You didn’t even bother to hide the fact that you’re with her.”

I can’t even say her name.

“You cheated on me, when I thought that we were going to grow old together. I’ve got over it. I suggest that you do the same.”

“But I can’t.”

“Too bad Leo. When you were caught. Did you even call me? Did you even tell me that you’re sorry?”

People are looking at us as they pass by, but I don’t care. He’s got a real nerve coming here and expecting me to take him back. I don’t want him. It’s too little too late. He can’t answer the question, so I start to walk away.

That’s when he blurts out, “I love you.”

After all this time, he now wants to say it. I stop for a second, I’m hesitating whether to give him a piece of my mind. Then I decide that it’s not worth it. He’s not worth it and then I keep on walking. Straight back out of his life.