First Meeting
1111 Words
Desmond's POV
I arrived at Mr. Beckham's office and made my way to the reception area, where I was informed that he was in a meeting. The receptionist suggested that I wait and return in 20 minutes. I headed to the lounge and took a seat on the couch. A live basketball game was being shown on TV and I decided to relax and watch it, even though I wasn't particularly into sports.
Suddenly, a young girl, who couldn't have been more than ten years old, burst into the lounge and grabbed the TV remote, immediately changing the channel. It surprised me, not because she changed the channel, but because she was wearing Danville Academy's uniform. I had to double-check, so I asked her, "Hey, do you attend Danville?"
At that moment, a boy also wearing Danville's uniform rushed into the lounge, causing a commotion by rolling a toy car on the floor. The girl scolded him, displaying anger that caught me off guard. It seemed that the noise had caught the attention of someone on the staff, as a staff member entered the lounge to address the situation.
I glanced at the time and noticed that 20 minutes had passed. I stood up and approached the receptionist, who informed me that the meeting had just ended and I could now go in to see Mr. Beckham.
That's when I spotted him. Tall, composed, and walking with confidence, he made his way towards the reception area. He greeted the blushing receptionist with a smile and asked, "I hope the kids didn't give you too much trouble?"
The receptionist responded, saying, "No, not at all. It's nice having them."
I found it hard to believe that those kids, who had been making so much noise, were considered nice to have around. He raised an eyebrow, as if he knew it was a lie. He must have been familiar with the kids. It was at that moment that he noticed me. He looked at me, frowned, pursed his lips, and walked away.
What was that?
I watched him as he approached the area where the children were before I made my way to Mr. Beckham's office. The meeting with him turned out to be quite short, as he had another pressing matter to attend to. Nevertheless, he was happy that I had dropped by. Though I had intended to inquire about the former counselors who had resigned, I doubted he would have much knowledge about the matter. While he was a co-founder, it seemed that he wasn't deeply involved in the school's operations, as he had other business commitments demanding his attention.
I expressed my gratitude to Mr. Beckham and left his office. Upon arriving home, as anticipated, I was bombarded with questions about my new job. Sarah, in particular, seemed insatiably curious and relentless in her questioning, seeking to uncover the mysteries of this peculiar school. I did my best to provide answers to their inquiries before excusing myself and retreating to my room.
As I lay on my bed, I closed my eyes, only to find his image persistently invading my thoughts. Eventually, I drifted off to sleep. But, abruptly, I jolted awake, realizing that there was something crucial I had forgotten. The nagging question lingered:
What could it be?
Jason's party!
I hastily retrieved the slip of paper from my pocket, realizing that I still hadn't changed out of my clothes. Dialing the number, Jason picked up immediately, as if he had been anticipating my call.
"Hey."
"Hey."
"You're coming?" he asked.
"That's why I called you," I responded with a sigh, my head throbbing.
"Are you okay?" His tone carried concern.
"I'm fine. Text me the address. See you soon," I said, ending the call.
Attending parties wasn't something I did often, as I wasn't frequently invited and didn't have many close friends. Nevertheless, I stood up and took a long shower.
Selecting a well-fitted, button-down shirt and pairing it with tailored trousers and loafers, I prepared myself for the evening. I glanced at my phone and confirmed that Jason had sent the address to the bar. Aware of my unfamiliarity with the area, I ordered a ride and everyone who asked where I was going seemed excited when I mentioned that I had been invited to a party by someone from the school. My mother, in particular, had always encouraged me to be more outgoing.
The ride arrived and took me to the already bustling party. And in that moment, I caught sight of him once again, sitting at the bar with another man, who comfortably rested their head on his chest. A pang of jealousy shot through me as our eyes met, and in that instant, his eyes widened with surprise. It was a moment of recognition, remembering each other.
Matthais' POV
I walked towards the receptionist after my meeting with Mr. Beckham and noticed someone standing nearby. He appeared a bit uncertain, shifting his feet and looking at me with a certain intensity. I've never experienced the immediate desire to become physically intimate with someone I had just met, as I'm not one for casual encounters. Yet, I couldn't help but feel a certain tightness in my briefs as I continued to observe him. I quickly averted my gaze and engaged in conversation with the receptionist. However, I found myself compelled to look in his direction once more, only to find his eyes locked on me, resembling a puppy begging for attention.
Oh damn, those lips!
I left without saying a word to him and drove home with the kids. Lucas had not yet returned from work, so I spent some quality time with my children. Later in the evening, Mariam's mother came to pick them up, likely having made arrangements with her. Our relationship was strained due to the divorce, which had left her bitter towards me. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, she took the kids and departed.
A few minutes later, Lucas returned home and informed me that he had been invited to a party at Raleigh Cliff. It was a celebration for a friend who had completed one year in a job, coincidentally at the same school our kids attended. Although I had never heard of such a celebration before, I was willing to go along with it to please Lucas.
We had been at the party for about thirty minutes when I noticed his arrival. Our eyes met, and I wondered why he was there.
My heart raised, which was unlike me. Lucas had his head on my chest and there I was fantasizing f*****g another man I had just met.
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