Be a Good Kitten For Daddy (BxM)

Chapter Nine

I wake up to a pounding headache, my feet hurting like never before, and an arm around my waist. I sit up and try to pull away from the arm, but it pulls me back down.
"Five more minutes, baby." I hear the arm say. I'm slightly confused before I look over and see Harper with his eyes closed. Makes more sense, Harper spoke, not the arm. I lay back down and look down and see I'm wearing a three times too big New York Yankees t-shirt and my underwear.
"Umm, Harper?"
"Yes, baby?" He says with a groggy morning voice.
"Where are we?"
"Last time I checked, my bed." He opens his eyes a little.
"What are we doing in your bed?"
"We were sleeping."
"Was that all?"
"Yes, babes." He leans over and kissed my forehead. "I said I wanted to take things slow, remember?"
"Yes, but slow isn't really sleeping in your bed on the second bed," I say with a little smirk.
"Well you're the one who suggested it," he says and laughs a little.
"Oh, well that wasn't in my right mind," I say and kiss him, "lets go back to sleep." I wrap my one of my legs around his and he pulls the covers over us and wraps his muscular arms around me again and we fall asleep again.

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When I wake up the second time I'm alone in the big bed, and still with a pounding headache. I sit up and look around and see a clock and it says eleven thirty-seven o'clock. I rub my eyes and my headache once again becomes apparent and I see on my side of the bed there is a glass of water and two Advil. I reach over and grab the pills and water and down the pills.
I start to look around the room for my phone. I find my pocketbook and the rest of my outfit neatly folded and placed on a chair. I go over and open my pocketbook and pull out my phone. I have fifteen texts and three missed calls from Emily. I call her, knowing she's freaking out right now.

"Bitch, why the fuck did you not text me last night? Where are you?"

I sit back down on the bed, "Em, I'm fine. I slept over Harper's last night. I didn't text cause I had a little too much to drink."

"Oh my God, Cooper! You gave me a fucking heart attack! Are you sure you're ok? When are you coming home?"

"I'm sorry, I'm ok! I don't know when I'm coming home I might hang around for a bit, I'll let you know. Promise."

"You better, if you don't I'll kill you."

"Love you too!" I laugh and hang up.

I put my phone down and look around the room, which was pretty big. The ceiling was pitched like I was looking at the top of a tent, with beams running across the ceiling. The beams were a dark brown. There were lights in the ceiling and a small chandelier hanging from the ceiling. The walls were dark beige, but nothing hung on them. There was a big set of windows to my right that were covered with curtains the same color as the walls, letting in some light. The border around the windows were the same color as the beams. In the corner next to the windows there was a white chair that had my clothes in it, as well as a lamp beside it. The bed was huge and had a light brown crushed velvet back. The floor was a beautiful hardwood, but a white carpet was under the bed a took up a good bit of space.
The right side of the room took my breath away with how nice and aesthetically pleasing it was. I looked to my left and saw a brown L shaped couched pushed into the corner. Then I looked in front of me and saw an enormous plasma TV.
I was in awe of how nice the room was and how beautiful it was. There were two doors on either side of the TV. I went into the one on the left to see what was inside and found a marvelous bathroom.
The shower was a huge black and white marble with sliding glass doors. The bath was long and wide and there was soaps and bath oils galore. The sink had marble countertops. The toilet seemed normal enough for someone not so rich, like myself, to use.
I looked around the room some more, and found myself in a walk in closet. There were suits hanging up on the right side of the closet. On the left there were drawers, which I assumed held more casual clothing. I walk out of the closet and look around the room one more time, and then decide to go out and find Harper. I look down and realize I'm still in my underwear and Harper's massive t-shirt, but exit the room anyways.
I walk out and see a banister that wraps around in circle in the middle of the area. There were closed doors that I assumed lead to more bedrooms and bathrooms. I go to the banister and start heading down the stairs.
"Harper?" I call out, hoping I didn't have to walk around the house looking for him, "Are you here?"
I don't get a response by the time I get to the bottom of the stairs. However, my nose is filled with the delicious scent of eggs and bacon. I turn right, hoping I was going the right way and eventually find my way to the kitchen. I see Harper standing there, shirtless, and cooking. He has earbuds in his ears and is slightly humming along to whatever song he's listening to.
I walk over to him and slowly wrap my arms around him waist. He's slightly startled at first, but then chuckles as I get on my tip toes to kiss his cheek.
"Good morning, beautiful." He says and takes out his earbuds. He turns around and picks me up, shocking me. I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him. Kissing him makes my heart pump faster, as I start to feel bliss wash over me. Harper starts to walk at the same time as kissing me and sits me down on the marble countertop island.
He pulls away from me a puts his forehead against mine. "A very good morning, at that," he says smugly. He turns around and continues cooking, "How'd you sleep? Is your head hurting at all?"
"Good, really good. Yeah, do you have Advil?" I ask and he goes to an overhead cabinet and pulls out a bottle of Advil. Then he walks to the fridge and pulls out a bottle of apple juice and gets a glass. He fixes me a glass and hands it to me along with two Advil.
"There you go, baby." He says and kisses my forehead. I take the pills and watch him as he cooks. From what I saw when he was walking around he's ripped as all fuck. Even if I didn't see his front side, his back itself looks ripped. His arms, from what I remember feeling around my body this morning, are muscular as well. Seeing them, I'm not surprised by how muscular. They're not huge muscles, but are the perfect size. Looking at him, you can tell he's athletic and is in very good shape.
As I'm admiring his body he starts putting eggs and bacon on two separate plates that already have two pieces of bread on them. He picks up the plates and notions for me to follow him. We walk out of the kitchen into a dining area. The long rectangular table has eight chairs running down the sides. He sets our plates on two placemats that have napkins and forks on them.
"I didn't know you cook," I say to him.
"I dabble here and there, a couple pastas, soups, crock pot recipes are the best though."
I giggle and dig into my eggs, they were really good eggs, but nothing special.
"It tastes amazing," I say, "thank you!"
"Of course, beautiful. Do you want ketchup or hot sauce for your eggs?"
"I'll take some ketchup, but... hot sauce?" I ask giving him a questioning look.
"You've never had hot sauce on your eggs?" He asks as he gets up and goes to the kitchen.
"Uhh no, I'm not crazy! I've never even heard of that!"
"You have to try it, it's so good!" He says as he comes back with a bottle of ketchup and hot sauce. "I'll put some on mine and you can try it."
He pours some hot sauce in his eggs and feeds me some off of his fork. I eat the spicy egg and regret it immediately.
"Yeah I think I'll stick to ketchup with my eggs." I say, laughing. I drink some apple juice to make the spice go away.
"You're crazy! It's so good!" He says with his mouth full of eggs, making me laugh more.
"Didn't you're mother teach you not to speak with your mouth full!" I say jokingly."
The rest of my time at Harper's house was filled with tons of jokes, cuddling, and kissing. Sadly, though, all good things must come to an end. I went back to mine and Emily's apartment after she had called and texted more wondering when I was going to come home.
"Goodbye, baby," Harper says as I get ready to leave the car. He kisses me one last time before I grab my bouquet of flowers and new jeans he got me as a gift.
I walk into the apartment and as soon as I close the door I start to feel something I've never felt before. I feel it the second I realize I'm not going to see Harper for possibly another week. I feel heartache.

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