ADD ME TO YOUR READING LIST/LIBRARY, BESTIE. I AM ABOUT TO BE COMPLETED.
David Richards is one of the most eligible bachelor of New York. Being the older son of the family, he inherited Richards' Hotels And Resorts, which is the most expensive and s...
Last night, after a filling meal of Lasagna and a glass of Chianti Classico, the couple fell asleep on David's bed, snuggled against eachother.
Janet's eyes flutter open, to find a heavy arm on her from behind. The palm of the left hand, has her right boob in a light grab. His breath, fanning her neck and tickling it sweetly. His left leg is placed in between her legs; the bare thigh grazing her crotch.
Janet reaches out for her phone on the platform beside the mattress. She puts it off charging and checks the time. It is 7 in the morning. Perfect. She could easily shower her worries away, have a good breakfast and head for work. There's no way in hell she is taking her office for granted anymore, because enough is enough. David too must have been neglecting his work.
She carefully frees her breast off of his hand, and places it on the pillow. Janet sits up on the bed and glances at his bedroom. While adjusting her tank top.
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Even though, she has been to his house before, but it is the first time she was in his bedroom. Whenever, she is here, they hangout in the living room, etc. Only once did they have sex in one of the guest bedrooms downstairs. His couch, the kitchen counter, the pool area, are usually the places where they get cozy.
Decorated to the bare minimum, the room screams class and sophistication. There's no bed. The luxury matress is placed on an elevated platform. Two lamps on either side of the mattress. A small section at the head of the 'bed', is holding a couple of books, a pen holder, and an unwashed coffee mug, which is probably lying there for days now, if we are to go by the smell of it.
The floor to ceiling, glass window, is covered with black curtains, stopping the sunlight from entering the room.
Janet looks to the right to find a small sitting area, cut into the wall. It is home to a few white cushions and a white blanket, posing as a contrast to the all black bedroom.
On looking forward, she finds that the bathroom is yards away. The bedroom is huge. Two white chairs at the far end. The glass coffee table in front of it, has nothing but a small flower vase, containing some fake black roses.
Her boyfriend clearly likes open spaces. Janet smiles and turns her neck towards the man. She leans down and places a peck his cheek. His bare body, glistening. A very different kind of glow is radiating from him. He looks so peaceful with that cute pout. His silky dark chestnut hair, makes you want to sink your fingers in them.
He was nowhere near perfect when it came to decisions that he had taken in their relationship. He thinks hiding things from someone, in order to not hurt them, is okay. But he doesn't get the point, that hiding things, bring temporary relief and permanent problems. But, he always overcompensates for each of his fuck ups. This thought brings a smile onto her features. She is so much in love and there's no denying it.
