Tough Love

Part 8

You rolled over in bed, trying to ignore the headache, waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in. As you were typing on your phone.

"So what's a good hangover cure? My head is pounding and I'm waiting for the ibuprofen to kick in," you texted, as you opened up an internet browser and started googling some of the things that you remembered from the survey that you took. As well as honorific examples to see what you would want to try out, while waiting for a text back.

"Doesn't surprise me that you are hungover. You drank more wine than I did last night. I would probably suggest coffee, water or hair of the dog?"

Your eyes scanned the text as a thought came to you as you typed away.

"Oh really? I'm surprised you haven't told me that I need to hydrate Mr. Stanley?" you typed away and sent it, not knowing how he would respond. You were clicking off onto google when you saw the dots appear as he was replying to your text. Feeling giddy at his possible response as you continued your research more on things that you remembered were those possible 'gray areas' that Paul had mentioned that he saw in your answers.

To see if there was a definitive yes or no on your interest in certain things.

As you were googling forums your phone buzzed.

"Trust me, you're not going to go with Mr. Stanley little girl and you should hydrate yourself of course" the text read as you felt your heart race as your eyes scanned the text again.

Oh apparently that's his honorific for me. You said you feel a heat pool in your lower belly at that. Which you didn't think you would ever think about having that kind of reaction to this.

Then again you had never done this before. And were totally winging it.

"Oh so that's what you're going to call me? So what then do I call you daddy?" you texted back, feeling your face heat up. And putting your phone down at the turn the conversation was taking when you were just innocently asking about a hangover cure. You got up from bed and went to get a glass of water, smiling as you took a picture of it and then another one of you taking a sip out of the glass and sending both to him.

Then immediately seeing the dots pop up and his response.

"That's my good girl," the response said as you felt yourself clenching your thighs as you gritted your teeth, Drinking more of the water to get the hangover to go away, as well as to distract yourself from the fact that you probably just figured out his honorific that he wants you to call him.

You set your phone down trying to distract your mind from going further in the gutter. Intent on changing into clothes for work.

***

You set your phone down at your desk and started your work day. As it vibrated and you picked up the phone.

"I'm at work, I'll text you on my lunch break,"

"Oh I know that. That's the point. Click off the notifications and check in on your lunch break. And drink your water throughout the day, take some aspirin if you need to," his text read as you squint your eyes at it and then rolled your eyes cause you knew he was planning something.

"Alright, have a good day. I'll check in with you during my lunch break," you typed away before following his instructions and turning off the text notifications on your phone and started up at work. Just wondering what the hell he was planning on texting you throughout the day.

***

You got back from work that evening, your only thought was the shower that you were going to take and then the dinner you were probably going to order in.