My Escapade With Mr. Greg

An unusual encounter (a short story)

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As I diligently worked on my presentation slides, the fluorescent lights in the workplace projected a sterile reflection over my desk. I was so caught up in deadlines that I didn't noticed Mr. Alex's entrance, who was followed by a new face—a remarkably charming addition to our staff.

“Ms. Rebirth, meet Greg”. The new addition to your team will be working with you on his 3-month project. I trust you to make him comfortable and guide him through, said Mr. Alex.

Hi Greg, it's nice meeting you. You are welcome on board; I said.

Thank you so much, Ms. Rebirth. He spoke with a very soft voice and gave a cute, charming smile.

He exuded effortless grace, which drew me in from the minute our eyes connected. His eyes glitter with warmth, he has a boyish charm, and his ease of confidence and uniqueness make him both sweet and appealing. He was a complete stranger, but he felt familiar at first glance. 

Intrigued by his presence, I stole looks whenever I could, picturing a future in which our working relationship grew into something more. I instantly had a crush on him. #givingashawo

A white shirt and brown pants were his usual attire, which was quite unique and strange. 

As the days passed, our encounters shifted from polite pleasantries to true friendliness. We lingered after hours, engaging in talks that went beyond workplace politics and deadlines.

Late evenings turned into early mornings as our phone chats lasted into the tiny hours, interrupted by laughter and shared dreams. We discovered the city's hidden beauties together, laughing out loud at silly jokes and conversations. Greg was fun to chat with; there were no dull moments with him.

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But as the calendar pages passed, the clock until Greg's departure continued to tick away. With each passing day, the looming parting grew heavier on my heart. Determined to make the most of our remaining time together, we planned a goodbye dinner that would live in our memories forever.

We had an emotional last moment; we decided to take a walk after our dinner date.

We had a long walk that we lost track of time, I realized I didn't want it to end. He seems to feel the same way.

I fell in love with this stunning man, and every time we spent together, it felt heavenly. He looks at me as if I am the most gorgeous female he has ever encountered. He's a man of few words; he made deliberate movements. When he touched me, I was on fire. Every moment I spend with him feels like a slow-motion movie. The world spun around us as we stood facing each other. He reached for my hands, sending an electric shock through me.

"I felt like I'd known you forever,"  he confessed, his cheeks flushed with color.

I couldn't help but smile, feeling the same inexplicable connection that has drawn me to him.

'me too', I admitted.

'Please don't go tonight; I need you to spend the night with me', he persuaded.

Knowing the following day was a weekend and I'd been dying to explore closely with him, I consented. 

We arrived at his crib, and there was something unusual and odd about the house. It seemed so out of place, dank and rustic, like potatoes rotting in a barn. A little dusty yet cozy, as if no one has been in there for years. 

He drew me close to himself, ran his fingers across my body, and kissed me.

"You are so pretty," he said.

My heart, pounding in my chest; I nervously said, 'You are beautiful.’

I was more than turned on at this point. Clothes were disappearing at fast pace, and we were caressing and made out. After what seemed like an incredible moment, we were exhausted and fell asleep in each other's arms.

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I woke up pretty and in love but Greg wasn't in bed, I didn't pay much attention to his absence. "Maybe he's busy outside" I thought to myself.

I noticed my clothes were neatly folded, breakfast on the table, and a message by the bedside. I smiled as I reached for the letter. I opened it to read its contents.

Good morning, Beautiful. I had a great time with you last night; I wish I had met you earlier. You're a sweet soul.

I've always wished for a lady in my arms, someone I could love and call my own, but things got awful and I didn't realize my dreams. But, Thank you for making my wish come true. "NOW MY SOUL CAN REST."

At this moment, my heart skipped a beat, cold shivers ran through my bones, my hands were shaking as I tried to digest what I had just read. I noticed a post on the wall—a copy from a magazine with Greg's obituary. He died two years ago.

P.S: This is a Fictional story

Thank you for reading, Till I write to you again.

Love,

Fayvourebirth.