Way Down We Go

Chapter Fourty

I yawned, stretching out my body. I let out a deep inhale, yawning again, slowly opening my eyes to the warm yellow light of morning. I moaned, rolling my neck out, hearing the satisfying cracks, sighing into the warm air. We had a lot to do today, but I couldn't bare to leave the warm confinements of our bed.

I heard a moan of protest as I sat up, looking down at him. I smiled at the sight of blonde curls pointing in every direction, a furrowed brow when he realised that my warmth was no longer safely cocooned in his arms. I leaned down, kissing him softly, before throwing back the covers and getting out of bed.

Tucking them back over his adorable, sleeping form, I slowly walked through my rooms and ended up in the bathroom. I finished a typical morning routine quickly, before taking a hot shower. Hissing at the feeling of hot water relaxing my aching muscles, I bathed myself, washing off his scent and my sweat from the night before, reluctantly getting out and shutting off the water.

I wrapped myself up in a towel, putting my hair up in another, starting to moisturise and do whatever else. So focused on removing blackheads and ridding myself or any possible pimples, I didn't hear him get out of bed and make his way towards me. I was brought out of my revere that I didn't see his bare reflection in the large mirror until his arms wrapped around my waist and brought me close.

"Come back to bed, darlin'" he drawled, placing hot kisses onto my neck. I smiled softly to myself, leaning back into his warm body. He pulled the towel from my hair, letting the long, black curls fall over one shoulder. I closed my eyes as he began rubbing his thumbs into my hips, relaxing me, before pulling away as he began tugging the towel from my body.

"No," I protested. "we have a busy day, we can't be late." I chastised him, as if the sight of him bare before me wasn't enough to make me want to reschedule the meeting between my music team and I, but it was extremely important.

"Cancel it, the bunch of vipers won't care if they have to stay in a hotel for the night." he mumbled.

"I will, the vipers are sucking my money and have been for the last two years." I reminded him. He huffed.

"No," he stated, kissing my neck again. "You're staying," another kiss. "right," another kiss. "here." he sucked upon my neck. I huffed back.

"Nice argument," I stated, smirking. "But no." I stated, sliding my body from his arms, making my way over to the dressing room. I ignored his childish pout, after all, Francis de Valois could be quite the child when he didn't get what he wanted.

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"So, how'd it go?" Francis mumbled into my neck as I angrily made my way over towards him, crawling into his lap. I growled in anger as he continued to place kisses, sucks and bites all around my neck. "I saw'm run out in tears, did you give'm hell?" he mumbled.

"Oh, I rained it down on them. They're not my puppeteers anymore." I huffed, finally starting to relax. "I fired seventy people," I informed him, as if it mattered to him. "We've got a fuck-ton more to go." I informed him, sighing as he continued his ministrations in my meeting office.

"I'm sorry they did that." he stated. "But you're not their puppet anymore, you've got your life back." he stated. "You're clean and sober, now it's time to regain the whip." he pulled back, much to my annoyance.

"What're you doing?" I asked him.

"What?" he quirked an eyebrow. "We can't fuck in your office. Would you like a reminder of what happened with my mother?" he asked.

"Of course not." I pressed myself into him, relishing in the feel of his black satin shirt over his warm skin. "And why can't we? I'm the boss." I purred.