Just Coworkers| • Shayne Topp •

Chapter Forty

Shayne's P.O.V.

"This beautiful woman that you see right here, is a woman that deserves everything the world has to give. She deserves everything except me. A man that put her through hell and back. One night, I saw that I could have lost her because of something she could not control, and yet I continued to do the things that I did. A woman whose accent sounded beautiful as she spoke my name. Her beauty was something that I looked over so many times, and I did not realize that being a man meant loving someone for all of them; not just a small part of them. It took me twenty-six years to realize that a woman who is truly beautiful is someone whose demons dance with your own perfectly. A woman who understood why you were so troubled and a woman who could laugh, cry and smile around you. A woman who doesn't care for how you look, but one who cares about the heart. A woman who can find the sincerity and kindness in the coldest of hearts. Now that's a really beautiful woman. Never pass up the opportunity to be happy with someone just because they aren't found to be beautiful by the world. Be with them because they perfectly match your definition of beautiful." I looked at the photo of Rosimar, and then saved the post as a draft. Her sleeping figure was gorgeous. 

She had her head in my lap and she had fallen asleep while holding my hand. I was glad that my boxer briefs were pretty soft. I woke up to this elegant, naked, goddess. I raked my fingers through her hair. She whined and squinted her eyes.

"Baby, wake up. It's time to wake up, Princess." She opened her eyes and looked at me. She frowned and sat up. I smiled at her. She got on my lap and snuggled into me as she wrapped her legs around my waist.

"Baby, you are naked. Get under the blanket." She shrugged and buried her face into my neck. 

"No me quiero levantar de la cama." 

"Can you translate that?" I chuckled.

"I don't want to get up from the bed." 

"Too bad, sleepyhead."  I got up and carried her towards the bathroom. She groaned and tighten her legs around me. I placed her on the sink as I began to remove my boxers. She whistled as I did so. I chuckled as she wiggled her eyebrows at me with a smile on her face.

"Hey, there sexy man." 

"Hey, there foxy lady," I said in Johnny Bravo's voice. She chuckled. I turned on the shower and got in. She slowly got down from the sink and she whined.

"Are you okay, my Love?" She nodded.

"Just hurts to walk from last night." She chuckled as she made a pained expression. She grabbed her shampoo and conditioner. I guess this is bye bye to the straight hair. I miss her curly hair though.

"I am sorry, Princess. I will hold up if you want."

"You don't have to, Bebe." I got out of the shower and carried her into the shower. She placed her hair products on a little surface. She wrapped her legs around me and I started to bring her under the water. She grabbed the body wash and rag and applied some on the rag before setting the soap down. She started to lather herself up and I could not help, but look at the goddess that I held in my arms. 

"Shayne?" I snapped out of my thoughts and looked at her. She started to lean her head back into the water to wet her hair. The straightened hair slowly shrinking into curls. I gave her shampoo and she placed a kiss on my lips.

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We were getting dressed. Rosimar had chosen a very beautiful outfit, but I had not seen her in it yet. I was getting into my signature blue button up shirt with lemons on them. Then my usual black skinny jeans. I put on black Dr. Martin boots. I looked in the mirror and fixed my hair. Rosimar had decided to stay in the bathroom to get dressed.