×Marly×
-Next Day-I woke up and my face was tight from dried tears. I got up not really feeling today and went into the bathroom. I turned on the water, stripped out of my clothes and put my hair into a bun. I stepped into the shower. Letting the hot water hit my body was soothing. I heard rummaging in the room but I assumed it was King, I washed my tear stained face and my sore body which is from the sex then crying for four hours yesterday. I showered until my fingers pruned. I stepped out and wrapped a towel around myself and re-entered the room. I saw a bunch of flowers and breakfast on the bed, I love my baby. I walked to the bed and picked up a letter that read:
Good Morning future wife, you've been through enough and its time you relax. I put together a bunch of stuff for you today and I hope you enjoy it all. At the end of the day I'll top it off with a bigger surprise. Have fun, relax, and take advantage of today. Today is A Day Just For You.
-Love Your Future Husband
I wiped the few tears that fell reading the letter and began smelling the flowers, they smelled sweet. I sat them down and made my way to the dresser but my stuff wasn't there, it wasn't in the closet either, and my suitcases were gone. What the hell? I flipped the note over and it said my out fit was in the shopping bag hidden beside the bed. I got the bag and pulled out a Tommy Hilfiger cropped hoodie with some shorts and some red and white huaraches. He picked out some hoop earrings, and the necklace I got from my Nana. I shot him a quick text.
Me:Thanks for the outfit baby😘
👑😍My King😍👑:That's just the beginning love.
He's getting better at the romance thing. I put on my lace underwear set that King picked out, it's his favorite color. After that, I put on my outfit and made my way to brush my teeth. Once I was done with that, I heard a knock on the door. I open it to see the chauffeur, Javier, he smiled and gestured for me to follow him. I close the hotel room door and follow him out to a Black Bentley, this aint the car he started driving us in but its nicer. I get in the backseat after he opened my door. We drove to a nail/hair salon he looks back to me.
"First stop."he says. I get out the car and follow a trail of rose petals into the salon. It was empty, so I thought.
"Hi sweety are you the Cooper appointment?"someone asks, she was a really pretty mid-30 year old dark-skin woman with a curly short cut bob. I nod.
"Your so lucky,and pretty."she compliments me.
"Thank you."I reply playing with my fingers.
"Come on hon, I know just the style for you."she says. It took her almost an hour just to detangle my curls.
"Woowee."she says after finally getting done.
"Sorry, they've always been a struggle."I laugh. She nods and begins doing medium-big curls in my hair, that took an hour and a half.
"Done!"she says excitedly turning me to the mirror. My eyes instantly lit up seeing myself.
"Thank you so much."i smile.
"That's not all sweety makeup and nails have to be done."she says getting me out the chair.
"I don't wear make up."I say confidently.
"And you shouldn't,but a little mascara?"she asks. I nod smiling. We go to a chair and this guy does my nails while she curls my lashes and puts mascara on. My nails took up to 35 minutes then I was able to leave. I got back in the car and after 20 minutes of driving we pulled up to a spa.
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The Skin I'm In(EDITING)
General Fiction17 year old Marly Baker didn't grow up with a white picket fence in her front yard. She's a Brooklyn native, who just moved to Nashville, TN. Her past causes a great deal of trauma and turmoil with other people and with herself.Read to find our more.