Formerly titled "dear you"
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32, Tremaine Maverick needed help around his office. Especially after his long time assistant Valerie went on maternity leave weeks ago. Fed up with firing thee sixth replacement sent to him that week, he was runni...
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The sound of Alicia Keys and Maxwell "fire we make" began to play throughout the villa. Tremaine seated in the backyard, lifted his head to look around. When he saw Stevie making her way towards him, a innocent smile spread across her lips. "Hi Mr. Maverick."
"Hi, kitten." He pushed forward a small smile.
Stevie stopped a few feet away from where he sat. "Hear that music?"
Tremaine nodded his head. Fixing his posture in the lounge chair, he looked Stevie up and down. "You look amazing, where you going?" He inquired quietly.
"To dance with a really sexy guy I know, and well he isn't a pickle, but he's kind of a big dill, and I wanted to look presentable. Heard he's a snobby son of a bitch." She winked at him.
That cause Tremaine to chuckle a bit. "I know what you're doing, baby, I appreciate it. But I'm good, I just... I haven't seen her in years, Stevie, and when I do? She isn't even here to be my mother, she's here on Michael's behalf and Kendra's, not me, not Tremaine, it's never been about me with that woman, ever! Since we were kids, she always catered to Michael, soothed him, babied him. That's why I was so close to my father. He made me feel seen, heard. My pops was everything to me, and when he died, I was alone again," Overwhelmed with emotions, he lowered his head to stare at his feet, as a few stray tears dropped from his eyes.
Unable to stifle his tears he whispered. "I just wanted her to show me she loved me too, ya'know, I was her son too, I wanted her to see my accomplishments and be proud of me, for once I just, I just—" He slammed his fists together.
Standing from where he sat. His chest jolted with rage and unexpectedly he belt out a scream. "Fuck her! Fuck her!"
Stevie blinked away her own tears. Slowly she moved towards Tremaine. Grabbing his hand, she pulled him behind her, back inside of the villa. Guiding them up the stairs, they entered the bedroom.
Stevie sat Tremaine down on the foot of the bed, while she went to run him a hot bath. Once that was done, she made her way back into the bedroom, to strip Tremaine from his clothes, once she got him in the tub. She went to straighten the bed for him to rest after his bath.
Which thirty minutes later, after she helped him wash up. She then got him lotioned up and dressed up in his PJs. And in bed resting. "Look I want you to rest, Tre, no secret business calls, no emails, texts, nothing. Turn your brain off, take a couple deep breaths and go to sleep. I'll just make something up to everyone else okay?" She leaned over to kiss his forehead. "Get some rest. I'll come back to check on you in a little while." She turned to walk away from the bed.
He reached out to grab her hand to stop her from leaving. "Wait.. I can't," He told her in a low tone. "— Not without you, Stevie. I don't know what it is, but I haven't been able to sleep good or comfortable without you near me, since we've been together, I'm used to you being there." He confessed abashedly as he squeezed her hand lightly.
Tremaine so desired physical closeness, yearning for Stevie's presence close to him, to feel her warmth, as he desperately needed a moment of comfort, he knew only she could provide for her in that current situation.
Stevie felt butterflies in her stomach, and a rush of warmth and affection. Her heart skipped a beat, and a genuine smile formed on her face. "Okay." He released her hand and pulled the covers back. Stevie kicked off her slides and climbed up into the bed.
"C'mere." he immediately engulfed her in his arms, pulling her body on top of his own. "I love you." He whispered to her.
Stevie felt a deep sense of contentment, knowing that in Tremaine's arms, she was safe and for sure felt cherished. It was as if all her worries and stresses melted away, and in that moment, she felt truly loved and wanted. Cuddling with Tremaine was her favorite place to be, a sanctuary where their love and connection were expressed through the simple act of holding each other close.
"I love you too, Tre." Stevie smiled. "I love you alot, kiddo. And I'm really, really, really proud of you. For everything you've accomplished, worked for, created, established. You truly earned it, baby. And I see you, I see you every single day, even on the bad days, when I want to poison your coffee in the morning. You're truly a superstar in my eyes, snooty butt." She kissed his lips twice.
Exhaling deeply Tremaine studied Stevie's eyes. Unable to form words, a few stray tears escaped the corners of his eyes.
