After cleaning up, both of us are back on the bed. Only this time we opt to be out on the terrace, sleeping under the stars.
"I'm not trying to sound like a pervert but-"
I give him a knowing look, we've passed that pervert stage Owen. We're so more than that now.
"Yeah I know, pervert," he puts a palm on his chest, admitting he's one, "But aren't Saturday night supposed to be nakey-nakey night?"
I giggle hearing his nakey-nakey while he gets off the bed, "I'll start, then you. Okay?"
I don't want to but a promise is a promise so I agree, "Okay."
He removes his sweatpants when I gasp, "You're not wearing underwear?"
"Did you enjoy your nap?"I pause the video I was watching and turn my head to the direction of the voice, already smiling even before I see him approaching me in my sun-lounger. As always he look hot in just a pair of swimming shorts, carrying a phone and a towel in each hand.After our morning sex I went back to my room to take a shower then both of us sit together for breakfast. He excused himself to deal with his work so I spend the rest of the time at the pool."Did you spy on me?" I narrow my eyes which earns me a chuckle as he sits next to me."How did you know I took a nap here?""I can hear you snore from the kitchen." What?He must have seen the horror on my face when he
The entire Sunday was fun knowing Margo and Phillip were not at the house so we had the freedom to fool around.If there's anything I'm grateful of, is his perfect size because if he were too big, I'd be too sore to have this much sex.By the time Monday morning comes, we've already done it at least in six separate occasions. His terrace, the swimming pool, the kitchen, the stairs-Yeah the stairs, because it's too far to get to the bedroom so we settled at the stairs.But today's my first day of work, so we can't be doing those anymore. Right after I've got my dose of morning ride, I go to my bedroom to get ready."Good morning, Miss Elle." Phillip greets me before opening the backseat door of the white Maybach.
"I think we're doing great. By the 12th week you should be a certified bi and I can move out in peace." It's only the third week but I have faith in him. He's a fast learner and he's willing to do everything he can to achieve the result we anticipate."You're gonna move out?" The pie that's supposed to be in his mouth is now back to his plate as he frowns."Stay," his hand creeps to mine, a gesture to emphasise his words, "at least until the end of your internship."I shake my head but smile anyway, "Thank you but that won't be appropriate." Staying here from mid July till mid October, I wonder myself if I can find a landlord who will rent me a place for a short two and a half months since my internship ends just after New Year."Oh come on, I think we're friends already
"Good morning," I greet him at the pool once I set my stuffs on my sun-lounger."Morning." He replies briefly then floats to the middle, so I sit and apply the sunblock while watching him does another lap."Did you have breakfast yet?" He asks once he climbs up from the pool.I watched the whole Despicable Me series last night so by the time I finished the last one, it was already seven in the morning. I slept for a few hours until I woke up just half an hour ago, thinking it's better to hit the pool straightaway instead of taking a shower since I'll be going there after my swim anyway."Not yet.""I cooked pancakes this morning, left some at the kitchen for you. But I can cook an early lunch if you don't want it."
"What would you do if I got pregnant?""Are you gonna keep it?""What would you do if I haven't decided yet?""Well," he changes his sight from my face to the fascinating view from this terrace, "If you want to keep it, I will follow you to wherever you decide to stay. You'd want to finish your degree first so I guess we'll stay at London. Then wherever you get a job, I'll follow you. Or, if you don't wanna work, I'm fine with that too. I have enough money to take care of you two.""So you'll buy me the house over there?" I point to the darkness towards where his eyes are directed to, "So our kid can just walk over here if she wants to see you?""Yeah. I'd want to be with you at every milestone."
"Are you sure about this?" Instead of answering me he just grins while taking a full view of my appearance. One week before everything is over, he suddenly thinks it's a wise decision to bring me to a wedding as his plus one. It's not just a wedding but a weekend wedding, complete with the rehearsal dinner, church ceremony, and the reception, two hours away from the city. "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met," he leans down and kisses me briefly, "I'm the luckiest man alive." "Because you get to fuck me?" "Mhmmm." "Well then you're not the luckiest, there are a few more before you." His face changes abruptly, but I haven't finished yet, "Perhaps another few after." I put a grin of my own, though my heart hurts from my own comment. It's been a few days I've been sabotaging us. No, I wouldn't call it that way because I'm just stating the truth. There will be more after him, at least two for the two semesters I'm gonna take next year. "You know what they say," he puts on a ha
"Of all the pictures I've taken, you still think a selfie is better?"I grin hearing his comment and lower down my phone, aborting mission for another selfie despite the perfect lighting and angle.He did take tons of good pictures throughout our time together which for tonight, they are all indeed spectacular.But you know when you have this ridiculously beautiful dress, face full of an hour worth of make up, the perfect hair after such struggles to style it, well, there will never be enough camwhoring despite all the good pictures. The effort of getting ready for the rehearsal dinner deserves to be recognised at least with ten worthy-to-post-at-Instagram pictures."Sit on my lap," he commands after taking a seat next to me, "let's take a selfie together."
We return to the city early since I didn't apply for a leave from work that Monday. He sends me straight to the office and for the first time in two months, I don't dread going to work for not having anything to do. Because that means I have plenty of time to think about it.Evie applied for a leave today so I really am on my own. I spent my lunch time at the nearby park, just watching people while having my sandwich.When I see young, good looking couple walk by, I itch to say yes. Yes to being with him. Yes to have someone who'd love me and want to be with me other than because of a contract. Yes to having a boyfriend.But when I go back to the office and sit in a meeting with an iron lady, I'm all about chasing the bright future, climbing the career ladder without any hassle or obstacles namely a boyfriend or a p