I force my legs to move as I walk down the length of the pool towards the lap counter. When I reach lane two I dive in before standing up and rinsing my goggles off. It's then that my girl stops at the end of her lane to take a sip of her bottle of water.
We're only inches apart. Her hair is pulled up in another knot and I'm watching the drops of water trickle down her neck and shoulders. I want to move behind her and lick the drops off her skin.
I need to talk to her. I've wanted to talk to her for the past year, but today the urge is stronger than ever before, all because of that asshole, Chris. How does he even know her?
Before I can come up with a plan and execute it, I blurt out, "Hey."
Her back is towards me and she's wearing a new blue swimsuit instead of the black one. About six months into my stalking the frumpy blue suit became outrageously too big so she started wearing a new black one-piece. The past two months the black suit became so large that at times, and I'm embarrassed to say this, I was able to get a full view of those smaller, but still gorgeously full tits of hers.
I only ever looked for a brief moment because she'd immediately realize she was exposed and raise the straps of her suit, but underwater, with my goggles on, I was able to enjoy the second or two.
Once she got me so hard I had to run to the locker room and rub one out in the shower.
Like I've said before, I'm pathetic.
She puts her water down and turns hesitantly in my direction.
"Hi," she whispers shyly. Her big, caramel brown eyes draw me in and I've forgotten everything I've wanted to say to her. We stand in silence for a few seconds, as I'm stunned to silence by her beauty. A few moments later my brain starts to work again and I think of what to say next.
"You know Chris?" I ask.
She looks at me puzzled for a second and then recognition crosses her face. "Oh, Mr. Smith? Yes, I work for him."
Oh, so she must be a nurse at his office. Why the fuck haven't I seen her there before? I would have remembered seeing her there, especially since she's the only fucking image that seems to be floating around in my thoughts lately. I should schedule another appointment with him. I'm due for my yearly and I'll definitely be requesting her to be my nurse. Once she walks into the room I'll lock the door behind her and have her up against the wall screaming my name before she can check my vitals.
I'm hard just thinking about it.
She's looking at me, her brow wrinkled and her head cocked, most likely waiting to see why I've stopped her workout. Her puzzled expression is cute. I want to brush my hand over her face and relax her eyebrows with my fingertips.
Okay, I need to stop being creepy and say something else.
"I'm sure Chris is a pain in the ass to work for. It's a wonder how his wife can deal with him."
She looks down and chuckles under her breath before looking back up at me under her eyelashes. "Mrs. Smith's a sweetheart. I think their opposite personalities suit each other well. They're an amazing couple."
She speaks of them with such love and affection in her voice that it's almost hard to hear. I want her to speak of me that way, someday. She obviously knows them well and I'm Chris's closest friend, so why haven't I ever met her before?
She interrupts my train of thought. "I hate to be rude but I really need to finish up my swim. It was nice talking to you."
She waves delicately at me and then turns around, taking another sip of her water before slipping underneath the water and swimming her laps.
"You too," I mumble under my breath. I move to pull myself out of the water and then realize I haven't worked out yet. She has my mind racing in a million different directions and I almost forgot to do the one thing that makes me sane.
I submerge myself under the water and swim. Lap after lap I slowly lose myself in the pool, forgetting all about my lap girl and her connection to Chris. It's not until my ninety minutes are over and I'm getting out of the water that I realize she's no longer in the pool. This is the first time she has ever left the water before me. I miss the familiarity of having her in the lane next to me.
That thought unsettles me.
I walk into the locker room, trying to brush all thoughts of her out of my head so I can get through my day. I have an important meeting this afternoon and I'll need to make a phone call for tonight. It's Thursday and after several months I still haven't found a permanent replacement for Bailey. The different women I bring home aren't working out and although they are sexually satisfying, they leave me desperately wanting more. More than a meaningless connection and an orgasm that lasts a few seconds.
It's gotten so bad that on many occasions I don't even bother finding someone to fill in. I'm constantly canceling on my regular girls during the week as well. When I look back at when this behavior of mine started, it all goes back to Maria. It's her fault and if I don't fuck her soon she'll ruin my entire reputation.
I need her under me so I can get back to my life.
Four
Entry #1591
Another weekend I have to spend away from the health club. That means two whole days without seeing Maria. I've never been this bewitched by a woman before, and the thought terrifies me...
Parking in Chicago on a Saturday is a bitch. It's nearly impossible to find a spot. The people fortunate enough not to have to work on the weekend keep their vehicles parked on the street and walk everywhere so that they don't have to give up their parking spots. I could find a parking garage a few blocks down, but I refuse to entrust my car to the valets and parking garage workers. After driving around for ten minutes I'm lucky enough to catch someone pulling out of their space two brownstones down from Chris's place. I snag the spot before anyone else can and look at the clock.
2:08pm.
"Time to get this over with," I mumble while shutting the car off and slipping out of the front seat. I'm mopey as shit and it's all because I can't get her out of my head. I need to lock myself away with Chris's liquor stash and then maybe go fuck Kim. She may be a bitch but if I pursue her she'll go for it.
At least my dick will get wet.
It's a mild day in the city. Not warm enough to wear shorts and a t-shirt, but not cold enough for a jacket. Chris lives in one of the richest areas of Lincoln Park and although it's a nice, safe neighborhood to raise Alyssa, it'll never beat my penthouse view of Lake Michigan.
With Alyssa's gift in one hand and a bottle of Molly's favorite wine in the other, I walk up the steps of their large brownstone and ring the doorbell. As I wait for someone to answer I can hear the screams and giggles of all the little ankle biters inside.
This is going to be a long afternoon.
The door swings open and I'm greeted by an out of breath Chris. "Well, I'll be damned. I thought for sure you were going to blow this party off. Come on in."
He steps away from the doorway so I walk through the entryway and into the open space. "You act like I never see your little princess. Have you forgotten that I have tea with her every week?"
"Humoring her in her fantasy play and pretending to have invisible tea with her while we discuss what you'll do with my money every week does not count as quality time," he replies with a smirk. We walk past the entryway, down the long dark hallway and to the large modern kitchen.
"That counts. She loves our tea time together and I can guarantee that if I didn't show up today she wouldn't notice."
"Theo!" Molly squeals from across the kitchen. She makes her way over to me and grabs me around the waist, squeezing me tightly. My hands are filled but I'm able to hug her back before she lets go.
"This is for you, love. When are you going to leave Chris and give me a go around?" I ask her. She loves the way I innocently flirt with her and the bantering pisses Chris off, which is a bonus.
"Oh, stop it, T." She blushes, slapping me across the shoulder but clearly flattered by my comment. She takes the wine and moves back over to the other end of the kitchen to place it in the wine rack above their forty-inch c
edar cabinets.
I glance around the room and see Kim heading over in my direction. I inwardly groan at the thought of having to have a conversation with her. She's the most narcissistic person I know. Just seeing her again is enough reminder of why I dislike her, so I definitely won't try to fuck her tonight.
I swear I can almost hear my dick whimper in protest.
"I can't believe you found the time to fit this party in, Theo. I thought you were too good for us?"
"I'm not too good for them, just you, Kim."
"You wish, Theo."
"No, you wish. I fucked you once, remember? It wasn't worthy of a repeat."
She drags a hand through her bottled red hair. "My lover seems to think I'm worth it. Look at the twenty thousand dollar necklace he just bought me."
I ignore her comment because in typical Kim fashion the conversation has turned to money as her eyes light up with greed.
"Where is my little rugrat, Chris?" I ask, holding out the gift I bought her for her fourth birthday.
"I have no idea where she is. The kids have been running all over this house, banging into things and getting dirt everywhere. Next year we're having the party at the health club or the zoo because the mess isn't worth it."
He stares off at something behind me before yelling, "Cassie." He signals her over and then brings his eyes back to mine. "Cassie is Alyssa's nanny. She'll bring you to her."
He waits a moment until someone, I'm assuming Cassie, is standing behind me. "Can you take Theo to see Alyssa?" he asks, gesturing in my direction.
"Sure thing, Mr. Smith," she replies.
Wait...
I know that voice.
I've heard that voice before. It's the most beautiful sound I've ever heard and my pulse races, hoping to hear it again.
It can't be.
Chris just called her Cassie, but I'm positive Bailey said her name was Maria.
"Cassie, we've been over this a million and one times. Call me Chris."
"Okay," she replies shyly and I turn around to see the woman behind that voice, wondering if my ears have deceived me.
She's standing less than a foot in front of me wearing a sleeveless pink, tea length dress that's form fitting on top, hugging the curves of her breasts perfectly and squeezing her snuggly at the waist before puffing out on the bottom. Her dark brown hair is down and draped over one shoulder, exposing one side of her neck. I look her over, my eyes trailing over every inch of her body and suddenly her words come back to me.
Oh, Mr. Smith? Yes, I work for him.
I assumed she meant as a nurse for his practice. I never thought she meant she worked in his home... with my goddaughter. If I had known that I would have made regular appearances here. I've been dying to see her outside of the pool, and all this time she was right under my nose, working for my closest friend.
My eyes trail down and linger on her exposed legs that are soft but toned, and I'm dying for my hands to slide up those legs and under her dress. She's wearing a pair of ballet flats on her feet, and although I wish they were stilettos, she still looks stunning. All that hard work and dedication has really transformed her body and I'm dying to worship every inch of it.
My eyes continue to drift over her body until I hear Chris cough behind me.
"Cassie is a beloved member of my family, Theo," he whispers from behind me so only I can hear. "She's off limits."
I nod my head slightly so that he knows I've heard every word and then I focus my attention back on her face. She's looking up at me with those eyes of hers that I could disappear in while her cheeks flush in embarrassment, probably because I've spent an entirely long amount of time looking her over.
"Shall I bring you to Alyssa?" she asks me.
"Yes, please, and thank you."
She turns to leave the room and it takes me a few seconds to follow because my eyes can't seem to focus on anything but her body. Eventually my brain catches up and we leave the kitchen and make our way down the hallway before climbing up the stairs to the second floor. With every step she takes I focus on her backside as it sways subtly from side to side.
Why did Chris have to say she was off limits? He knows me better than anyone so he should know that making her off limits will only tempt me more.
We pass a few doors before walking into the large, open loft that overlooks part of the first floor. Sitting on a pink chair covered in balloons is the birthday girl. She's smiling from ear to ear while watching a handful of children jumping in a ball pit that's off in the corner of the loft.
The room fills with the sound of her laughter. She's giggling as one of the boys tries to hit her with the plastic ball. Her eyes close as her head tilts back and I watch the blond ringlets of her hair fall against her back. She lifts her head back up and opens her eyes. It's then that she spots me.
"Uncle Theo," she shouts, jumping out of her chair and running in my direction. Her pink party dress makes a rustling noise as the tulle underneath swishes with each step. I hold out my arms as she jumps into them and wraps her tiny arms around my neck, holding me tightly.
"Happy birthday, princess," I declare adoringly.
"Thanks," she replies as she lets go and I set her back down on the floor. Looking up at me with her bright blue eyes that she gets from her mother she says, "I'm four now."
"I know. You're almost an adult," I reply, humoring her.
"Do you like my dress?" she asks, spinning around in a circle so I can see the entire thing. It takes me a second but I quickly realize that she is wearing an almost identical dress to Cassie. The only difference is that her dress has tulle underneath and Cassie’s doesn't. I look down at her feet and she's wearing identical ballet flats to Cassie's, too.
Out of the corner of my eye I catch Cassie smiling down at Alyssa as she continues to turn herself in circles, making herself dizzy in the process. Eventually she slows down and tumbles to the floor.
"Whoa, my head feels funny."
I stand over her, looking down as she lies on the floor on her back. "If you're not feeling well maybe I should give your gift to another little girl at the party."
Her eyes grow big and she quickly sits up and then pushes herself to her feet. "Oh no, Uncle Theo. I feel great and I want my gift."
She grabs the package out of my hand and places it on the ground. In a matter of seconds there is wrapping paper everywhere, a torn lid to the box she just ripped open, and tissue paper all over the ground as she looks in the box, speechless as to what's inside.
"This is the exact doll I wanted!" she exclaims and then looks up at me. "I told mommy you were going to get me her but she told me not to get my hopes up. But I told her you would. I just told her."
I smile down at her, a genuine smile because it's hard not to be happy when I'm around this little girl. It's every other child in the world that annoys the shit out of me, but Alyssa is perfect. I'd do anything for her, and that includes walking into the most well-known and expensive doll store in the world and picking out the doll she wanted. She asked me for this doll the last several times we had fake tea together in my office.
"There's also an invitation in there. Do you want me to read it?"
She looks around until she finds the red and pink card and then stands up, placing it in my hand.
"Please," she replies.
I open the card. "You and your new doll are cordially invited to have tea and brunch with Uncle Theo next Friday in the Garden Room. A shopping spree for all your favorite doll essentials to follow-"
I'm unable to finish reading because she is jumping on me and screaming her gratitude in my ear. I squeeze her back and kiss her on the top of her head before setting her back down.
Like any typical child she quickly forgets about me and goes off running to her friends to show off her new doll, leaving me alone with Cassie who has been quiet this entire time.
"That was really sweet of you. Molly didn't think you were going to pull through and get it for her."
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sp; That really pisses me off because although I don't show up to a majority of the parties at their house, I've never let down Alyssa, not once. Even last year when I knew I wasn't going to make her third birthday party, but I couldn't tell anyone why, I took Alyssa out for ice cream and broke it to her that I wasn't going to be able to make it. I let Chris and Molly believe I blew off the party because I didn't want them to know the real reason I wasn't going to be there.
I turn to face Cassie, prepared to defend myself but she's looking at me with those eyes and I lose my train of thought. She's wearing very little make-up and it lets me admire the natural beauty she is. I can barely catch my breath looking at her.
I feel like I just ran a marathon
I inhale deeply before speaking. "A promise is a promise and I'll never break a promise to that little girl."
"Yeah, Alyssa said that to Molly, too. It seems Alyssa knows you better than they do."
That's probably true.
"So," I say, looking her up and down. "What's with the matching dresses? Don't get me wrong, you look incredible, but I thought only the birthday girl got to wear pink today."
She rolls her eyes but is unable to hide the slight smile that pulls at the corner of her mouth. "Alyssa insisted we match since I'm her best friend."
"You're best friends with a four-year-old?"
"Alyssa's four going on thirty and yes, I'm proud to say I'm best friends with a four-year-old. She has all the qualities someone needs in a best friends. She makes me laugh, listens to me, and is loyal."
I laugh. "She listens to you because you're her nanny and she's loyal because all children are loyal to the adults in their life, even if some adults don't deserve it. It's beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time."
She nods her head in agreement at my words, seriously considering everything I just said. "Yes, but she's still my best friend and if she wants me to wear a matching outfit with her on her birthday, then I'll wear a matching outfit with her on her birthday."
If possible, I think I like her even more.
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