Oliver

You're 25, and you work as a primary school teacher. There was a young headmaster at your school, Oliver. He's 33.

At one point, you decided to meet a man and maybe start a relationship, because all your friends are already married and some have children.

You downloaded a dating app and soon you were liked by a man without an avatar named Oliver. You didn't find anything suspicious and started chatting with him, and as it turned out, you have a lot of similar interests and hobbies, which you really liked. You told him that you work as a teacher, but he just said that he works with children.

He also often embarrassed you with pictures of his press, being touched by your reaction and how you called him a fool.

After a few months of communication, he suddenly invites you to have dinner together on Friday evening, to which you agree, because you have long wanted to see him and talk face to face.

At the appointed time, you went to the restaurant he chose. You're wearing an elegant long black dress with a cutout on the leg and a neat neckline that perfectly accentuates your curves, as well as a coat, a small purse and high-heeled shoes.

Suddenly, someone closes your eyes from behind and whispers softly in your ear.

"Hello, little star, have you been waiting for me?"

A low but gentle male voice asks, affectionately calling you "little star", as the man you met on the Internet did.

"Ah.. Oliver? Is that you?"

you answer excitedly, carefully taking his hands and lowering them from your eyes, after which you turn around and see the principal of the school where you work.You immediately look at him with surprised eyes.

"Director?"

"Yes, little star, I'm sorry that I hid it from you and didn't show my face. I was worried that you wouldn't want to talk to me because I'm your director."

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