Old Money Madness

33. Socrates Once Said

"How do you feel today?"

"Like shit, I couldn't sleep with a knife in my back." I rolled onto my stomach as Dox started to pick out his dress shirt for the day. 

"We will find the proper evidence to put her away for a very long time." 

"Socrates once said, 'Sometimes you put walls up not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.'" I turn to look up at him. "Thank you for daring to come get me." 

He leaned down onto the bed putting one of his hands on either side of my body. His face came closer as he bent his elbows, floating a few inches above me. "Always Princess." Then he kissed my nose and shoved himself back off the bed. 

Back in front of the mirror, he was fussing with the remaining buttons on his white dress shirt. A small smile poured onto my face and I rose from the bed. With long strides, I came from behind him and wrapped my fingers through the belt loop on his black slacks. I pressed my cheek against his back and listen to his heartbeat spike up in pace. 

"You can't wear this," I mumbled while one of my hands detached from his waist and moved to his front, and climb itself up to his chest. 

"Why not?" His hand landed on top of mine to stop it from freely exploring his body. 

"Labor Day was last weekend," I ducked under his arm and swayed around to the front of his body. My head dropped back to look up at him, "You know how it goes." I kissed his chest. 

"Are you really telling me I can't wear white after Labor Day?" 

"Yes. Now that you've slept with old money," I winked at him before walking over to his collection of pristine shirts, "you've got to follow the rules. This rule was made to separate the rich from the poor, not it shows the difference between old money and new money. Those that have money commonly go on holidays during the warmer months and white is strictly for vacation attire." I returned to him with a forest green shirt in hand. 

"Your family and their rules." he rolled his eyes unbuttoning his shirt. Gave me the perfect amount of time to roam over his sculpted chest. Old small scars carved in his tanned skin and elaborate ink traced around his shoulders. "Staring is rude." He smiled. 

He was now completely topless. My hands were itchy to touch him again. I reach out and dropped my hands on his waist. A V-line dared me to go lower. My fingers lifted up to barely touch him as they made their way lower. 

His hands come up from his sides to trapped my wrists in place. "We don't have time right now River." 

Naturally, I pout. I still my bottom lip out trying to give my best please-I-really-want-to-touch-you-and-I-promise-to-be-a-good-girl look. All he does is shake his head and me and start to walk me backward until my legs hit against the edge of the bed. 

His hands release mine and he pressed lightly on my stomach to make me fall back onto the soft mattress. Dox falls right on top of me to cover all of my body. I lift my feet from the ground and lock my ankles together behind his back. Dox kisses my lips, pressing his body closer to mine every second. 

My arms have been shoved above my head on the bed. The weight of his on mine sinks me into the mattress. His lips leave mine to leave three kisses on my jaw before and goes to stand up.

Once his weight is off me, I wrap my arms behind his neck and get lifted up with him. My legs around his waist, my hands on his shoulders, my face in front of his. "River." He sternly says my name, "You need to shower and get ready." 

"Oh, shower time! Will you join me?" I beam before kissing his neck and jaw. His cologne is already on, so with each breath, I smell only him.  

"Not now River. I do have work."