The Psychiatrist

Chapter Five

    
Dragging my hands through my hair, I sit up and pull the covers over my naked body. Did last night really happen? Oh god we really did have sex. Looking over at the other side of the bed, there the beast slept on the other side of the bed. His back was turned towards me. I couldn't help but blush at the red claw marks that covered his shoulders. He makes me so crazy and wild. Could we really start over? As husband and wife?

     I reach for my phone, It's only 7:43 am and I've already got five text messages from the girls. Tuesday's are our girls day to relax and pamper each other. Jeanie would always do manicures and pedicures, Mickie would always make the breakfast, and I had the responsibility of hair and makeup. I dreaded doing their hair. Jeanie and Mickie are both natural curly haired women who always want their hair straight. Quietly pulling the covers back I tipped toed out of bed and went to the bathroom.

     Peeking around the corner I checked to see if Clark was still in bed. Shit where is he? The bed was made up perfectly with no sign of Clark in site.

  "In the living room sweetheart."

     My heart lurched at the sound of his voice. Clark was sitting on the couch that out looked at the cars that were in the neighboring apartment building. Clark was wearing his usual dark blue short sleeve shirt with his black long pants. His legs were crossed with his laptop resting on his legs. Clark is wearing his reading glasses so I'm assuming he's grading papers. He looked so handsome and adorable with his glasses on. He looked mature I might even add.

  "Going golfing?"

  "Yes in a bit. Would you like to join? I do miss watching you play golf."

     Bending over to reach into the dryer I grabbed my black nike shorts and a green tank top. Now he knows I hate golf. It's so... boring.

  "Babe I'm actually meeting up with the girls, It's Tuesday." Pulling the tank top over my shoulders I pulled it down and untucked my hair from the tank top. Clark rolled his eyes.

  "Oh yeah your little power puff girl meeting."

     Smirking at his remark I pulled up my shorts and rushed back into the bathroom to grab my flat iron and phone. Looking down at my phone it was now 8:18 am. Shit I'm running late. I brushed my hair and ran back into the living room. Clark was sitting on the edge of the couch putting on his shoes. Where did I put Mickie's car keys. Think.. think...think. Looking around the counter, I spotted them on the counter under the oven mitten.

  "What time will you be back?"

  "Um I'm not sure. I'll call you when I'm home.. I really want to talk about this whole engagement thing and everything else, you know?"

  With his hand on the doorknob Clark turned to me. Oh god, please don't let him hold me hostage. Clark took my hand into his and frowned.

  "Was last night not good enough? I didn't hurt you did I?"

  "No, no last night was amazing, I just want to talk about our living arrangements, you know?"

  "Oh,  just call me when you're home."

     Nodding my head I slipped on my black sandals and followed behind Clark out into the hot Florida weather. We walked down the stairs together and share some small talk before we reached his sand colored truck and Mickie's black Audi. Like any nice gentlemen, Clark opened the car door for me and waited until I cranked up the car.

     Mickie's car was perfect. Perfect her, kind of too perfect for her. Black leather seats, super dark tent, and incredibly clean. Just her Nivea chapstick in the cup holder and little air freshener wrapped around the rearview mirror. I rolled down the windows to let the hot air out and switched on the air condition. Clark poked his head into the perfect car planting a swift kiss on my lips.