Sugar Daddy for the Sugar Girl Part 2

Hi I’m Ralia, 

         I am now in my final year. I have been handed my own unique 99 problems and 99000 things to do in just 24 hours, finalist writing his/ her final project would understand. Guess who is my project supervisor?

You aren’t wrong. It’s him. Suddenly I cannot be nonchalant as I was before. Was this his ultimate revenge? Oh and how cruel it would be. My CGPA tethered on the earliest grade points of second class upper and I was hoping to drop no further. As you can imagine, the pubescent years have taken their toll and I am even more womanly than I was as a fresher. Short girl, sensual curves, natural hair, - a bundle of fear. But things are taking an unexpected turn. I never experred it I swear.

   The first day I was to meet him to discuss possible project topics, I was tense. But this confrontation could not be avoided so after telling myself – Ralia it's now or never, I knocked on his office door and let myself in “jejely”.

This time I found him arranging novels on a shelf adjacent to his desk and all he said to me was – “have a seat”. I had anticipated an awkward encounter but the following hour was the exact opposite. We discussed at length several project topics, their ease, what would be required of me etc. Somehow, the conversation turned to novels and we talked at length about the Harry Porter series. It was surprisingly pleasant.

          It threw me off balance, this encounter. I was expecting negative emotions and I got pleasant conversation. As we work through my possible project topics together. I’m getting to know him better. I now know his peculiarities, his gestures, common phrases he says unknowingly. Just to cut through  it all, - I’m getting to love this man. The better I know him, the more I’m drawn to him. The more I’m drawn to him, the more wary I am. I know if this story gets published you UItes will lash me in the comment section. But I cannot deny how I feel, however wrong it may be. I find myself wondering what he was like at my age and whether he would’ve moved on me if I were there then. He acts neutrally around me. This is as much a blessing as it is a curse. Some days I wish his gaze would linger or that he’d invite me again to the staff club. I wonder what he is  like around his friends, away from the academic setting.

I think I rejected him before out of fear. It was an unfamiliar position for me and I cowered. It’s hard getting my preliminary research done. My mind keeps straying from his guidelines to him, my mind keeps imagining an us. I don’t know what to do but I don’t think I sent in my story to ask for advice. Let’s hope one day your heart doesn’t love the wrong person and you find yourself in my shoes or worse.