Alexsa Morris-- a 27 year old living in Memphis , Tennessee. Ever since she moved there 4 years ago she's still learning things about the city. Her handsome boss caught her attention as she started working at Music Enterprise , and apparently he fel...
Only to find out my car was at my house. "Shit." I murmur to myself. With defeat , I walk back to his house. "Shit." He locked the door. I knock about three times before I hear the door unlock. I'm faced with my sexy and arrogant boss once more. "Back so soon ?" He says. "You knew I left m car at my house. You knew I was going to forget an try to leave with the upper hand."
"Only to have you crawling back to me." He says. I smirk in return as I shove out of the way. "Move." He pulls me back by my arm and out of the house. "You will respect me. Where are your manners , woman ?" I roll my eyes. "Excuse me Sir." I whine childishly. I just want to get back in the beautiful house. "Come on in." He moves away from the entrance for me to walk in. I intentionally bump into his shoulder. "Sorry."
"You're such a child." He chuckles at me. I bump him once more , trying to knock him over. Of course he didn't move an inch. "Was that supposed to do something ?" He says smirking at me. I hate his smirk so much. "Want something to eat ? I was going to make breakfast until you stormed out." I look up at his arrogant , beautiful face. "Sure. Why not ?" His eyes narrow. "Yes Sir ?" I sigh. "Yes ... sir." I murmur. "I'll get you to say it. I'll get you to scream it." His husky voice makes me shiver. "C-Can you just make breakfast please ?" He nods in agreement , walking over to the sink to wash dishes. This gives me a chance to look at his gorgeous body.
His beautiful olive skin , long hair , wearing a loose white tank which leaves his buff arms for view. Jesus. His white boxers outlining his toned butt. He turns around , catching me checking me out.
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"Staring at something you like ?" He says. "N-No. Just looking at the dishes." I lie. "That's right , the dishes ..."
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He prepares pancakes , bacon , eggs and homemade biscuits with some type of marmalade I've never heard of. "Go ahead. Eat." He encourages. I slice into the pancakes and syrup , moaning at the taste. "Good ?" He asks. I nod. I swallow my food before asking "What kind of spread is this ?"
"It's just grapefruit marmalade. It's a lot sweeter than the actual fruit. The now second sweetest thing I've ever eaten. Try some." I pick up the jar and spread some on my biscuit , biting into it afterwards. "Mm." I moan. "It's really good." He lifts his eyebrow in amusement. "What ?" He shakes his head. "Nothing darling , I just like the sounds you make." I realize what he'd said earlier. "Why is this the second most sweetest thing you've ever eaten ?" He leans over the table and look straight into my eyes.
"Because I've eaten you."
After breakfast , I offered to do the dishes for some weird reason. I feel strong arms wrap around me for the millionth time. "Sir please , let me wash the dishes." He groans in appreciation , pressing his hard body against me. "I love hearing you call me Sir." He nuzzles his face in the crook of my neck. "Ah ! Stop." I say , trying to pry him away from me. He licks my neck which causes me to jump. "Please." I practically beg before my hormones get the best of me. He chuckles before removing his head away from my neck. "I'll stop Princess." He releases me from his hold. I feel his eyes burn into my back. "Do you know how beautiful you are , Ms. Morris ?" I stop and turn to see him.
"What ?" He chuckles and shakes his head. "Do you know how beautiful you are ?" I blush in response. "I guess." His head tilts in confusion. "What do you mean you guess ? You never known how beautiful you are ?" He laughs with disbelief. "I mean yeah , I guess. Yeah." I say , unsure of how to respond.
Because the truth is I don't know.
"Come here." I turn back. "But the dishes." I hear a quiet growl. "Forget about the dishes and listen to me. Come here." He holds his hand out for me to take , leading to the living room. We walk to the tallest mirror in the room. "Look at yourself. What do you see ?" A whore. A stupid fucking whore. "Me."
"Okay. What else ? Point some things out. Point out the good." He instructs. I'm speechless. He groans. He wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear , "Point out the good." I shiver from the sudden effect he has on me. "I um , like my hair." He urges to go on. "And I like my eyebrows. I like my ..." I pause once more. "Why are you doing this ?" I ask , trying to remove myself from his hold. He only holds me tighter and says "Because I want to know why you don't know." while looking at me straight through the mirror. I sigh , knowing I'm not going to win.
"I like my skin. I like how soft it is. I like my lips. And my teeth. I like my stomach and my ... my legs. I like me. Are you happy ?" He smiles and closes his eyes as he nuzzles into me. "Are you ?" I smirk and nod. "I guess."
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Just to edit a bit. Make it a little known that body positivity is key.
