The King of Diamond

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     "Mmmmmmm ahhhhhh fuck. Damn right there Daddy," I moaned as I licked my lips. I looked down to see those sexy bluish-green eyes looking back up at me. I could feel his lips curve into a smirk as he continued to put his tongue to work on my kitty. Just as I reached the peak of another orgasm, he got up and leaned forward to kiss me. I enjoyed the taste of myself as I sucked my juices off of his lips and tongue.
     He opened his mouth to speak and all I heard was, "Get up ah! Get on up. Get up, ah! Get on up."
I groaned as I rolled over, mentally rolling my eyes because my alarm just had to ruin my dream. Wait, did I just have a wet dream about King? I shot up, sitting up in bed, and sure enough, I had a wet dream about King. I got up to use the restroom and take care of my morning hygiene. After starting the shower, I stripped out of my clothes and stepped in, basking in the hot water. I lathered my loofa up with my favorite body wash and made sure to scrub myself thoroughly. Once I was done, I cut the water off and grabbed my towel off of the rack. I dried my body off before drying off each foot as I stepped out. I grabbed my fluffy robe and slid my feet into my ugg slippers.
I walked back into the room, and sat on the bed, grabbing my phone in the process to check my notifications. I had a text from Samara, telling me she'd call me on her break. I decided to check my calendar, noting when my first appointment would be tomorrow and what it was for. I then checked my emails, responding to all of the important ones and deleting all of the spam and newsletter ones. I hate notifications being on my phone, I thought to myself. I didn't fail to notice that I had no message from King. Maybe he's just not up yet. Wait why do I even care? Diamond you have one five minute conversation with the boy and all of a sudden you can't stop thinking about him; get a grip! As I was mentally scolding myself, my phone started ringing in my hand and the contact read: King 😊.
"Hello," I calmly answered.

"Good morning, beautiful. How did you sleep last night?" his husky voice sounded through my phone, indicating to me that he just woke up. He called me as soon as he woke up? Awwww how cute.

"I slept on cloud nine, if you know what I mean. How about yourself?" I replied while chuckling.

He laughed as well and said, "I also slept on cloud nine. So what are you up to? Any plans?"

"I was actually just checking my schedule for the upcoming week. As of today, though, I have no plans. I don't book clients on the weekends, normally."

"Oh okay, well in that case, how would you like to grab lunch and catch up? My treat."

I bit my lip as I contemplated on what I was going to say, even though I knew I'd agree anyways.

"That sounds like a plan. What time would you like to go?"

"How does noon work?"

"I will see you at noon. Did you wanna meet there?"

"Nah, I told you I'm a gentleman. Why would I invite a beautiful lady out and not pick her up? I'll be there at 11:30 to get you, if that's alright with you."

"Of course, I will see you soon."

"See you soon, ma." With that, we ended the phone call and I checked the time, seeing that it was only 8:42. Perfect, I have enough time to get breakfast, smoke, and then get dressed. I grabbed the hotel phone and ordered some room service.

As I waited, I decided to say my morning prayers, "Heavenly Father, I just want to thank you for waking me up. I want to thank you for blessing me with another day. I want to thank you because it's all in your Grace that I have a bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, a car to drive, employment, loved ones around me, and the list goes on. You've completely changed my life and I am so grateful. Thank you, Father. In Jesus' name I pray, Amen."
When I was finished praying, I went to grab an outfit to wear. I decided on a yellow tube top dress since it was hot outside. I grabbed a yellow lace thong and laid my outfit on the bed. I cut on my bluetooth speaker and my phone automatically connected. I was in a chill mood, so I went to Triggered by Jhene Aiko and let it softly flow through the speakers. Just as I cut on the song, there was a knock at the door followed by, "room service."
I opened the door and took the tray from the bellhop. I tipped the boy, who looked to be around my age, a ten and said thank you. I closed the door and set the tray on the counter, lifting the lid to examine my food. The aroma of the french toast, eggs, and bacon made my mouth water and my stomach growl. I scarfed down the breakfast in record time, making sure to clean up after myself and place the plate and lid neatly back on the counter, knowing room service would come soon to collect it and clean the suite.
I grabbed my velvet bag and my tray and walked out to the patio, grabbing my phone off of the bed on the way. I rolled myself a nice blunt, and decided to scroll through social media for a little. Once I was done smoking, it was now 10 and I decided to get dressed. I lotioned my body, slipping on the thong and dress. I applied some deodorant and spritzed myself with perfume. I then went into the bathroom and spent the next hour doing my makeup and slicking my hair into a high ponytail, with a track added to give me some extra length. I put up all my cosmetic and hair products, and went to grab my phone when I heard it ringing.