What The Business Did To Me

After

         He strolled back into his room and cuddled me back up with him and buried us in the heavy, warm covers, "Why was he here?" I asked.

"I don't even know," he replied.

"But all I know is that he's gone," he gently grabbed my legs and laid them on his own. I felt his hard hands, that are also soft of love, caressing and massaging my legs.

"Baby, I would love to stay like this forever," I said.

"I can say I wish that too," he replied.

"You know what I wish?"

"Tell me."

"Is that I could just find one faithful guy that will be there for me when I cry, even though it's over the littlest things, that don't even make sense. A guy that could just at least bring me breakfast in bed once a month, but that must be too much to ask. But anyways, moving on," I giggled.

"I think you found one. Now, if you don't mind, I would probably bring you a breakfast in bed more than once a month. I would love to hold you, while you cry. I will wipe those tears if I have to. Baby, I would do anything for you. Not for a second, will I hurt you. Please."

I looked up at him, "You would do that for me?" I asked.

"Uh, yes."

"One thing though," I added.

"And what would that be?"

"If you are the one for me, you have to promise me that you will quite the business crap," I said. "What if I already did? Would you believe me?"

"I don't know. You know how many times I've been lied to? Plus actions speak louder than words, my love."

"I understand, baby, but you haven't given me a chance."

"A chance to what?"

"To prove to you that I'm truthful and that I quite pimpin'."

"Fine. I guess I'll believe you," I leaned over to give him a sweet kiss on the lips.