It’s been a shit show since I’ve fired Allie. Not in a ‘my-life-is-falling-apart-without-her’ way.
I wish.
Allie is batshit crazy, and each day we’re apart, she reacts a different way. In three days, she’s oscillated between sad, angry, and apologetic. First, she kept sending ‘memories’ like a picture I took with her at a company event or pictures she’d taken that I wasn’t aware she was taking. She’d text things like ‘it hurts to be apart,’ and ‘I should give her a second chance.’ I left her on ‘read’ and ignored her calls.
The second day, paragraphs to air her grievances texts started, followed by a ‘fuck-you-and-everything-in-your-life’ text. That was a good day. She’d contacted me less. Still, I forwarded everything to Beau just in case. Even Janet went easier than this. I don’t want to change everything again, so I’m trying to ride it out. Today, I’ve had to send back flowers, cookies, and fruit bouquets. The dessert basket looked promising, but Heaven and I agreed it’s not safe to accept or consume anything from Allie.
Opting to get out of the house. I took her shopping the proper way, and once we sent the shopping mall full of bags back to the house, we had a leisurely lunch, followed by a lucrative trip to a dessert shop. We’ve gotten all the things the basket made us crave. Plus, I'm looking forward to eating the chocolate pineapple slices off her body.
Now, we’re filming a segment for her channel. A ‘How to Make Your Boyfriend Look Like Thor’ tutorial—despite the fact I’d pointed out that this is very specific content that cannot be used by many people. I withhold a sigh as she pulls out a bunch of shit that I never put in my hair. I only wash, condition, and detangle, then air dry it. Eventually, I’ll put it up to get it out of my face, but that’s it. I only go get a trim periodically because my mom insists it’s necessary for healthy hair.
I almost trip her when she bounces toward me with a blow dryer. Two things kept that from happening; the way her tits bounced, and the blinking red light reminding me we’re live. Another thing I suggested against. I told her we should record to edit but whatever.
I read her questions that pop up as she styles my hair. Not surprisingly, the majority are either personal or comments on my attractiveness. Maybe if I’d given her the okay to brush my hair a long time ago, I wouldn’t have found myself in this predicament, but who knows.
My hair has been blow-dried, lightly flat ironed and had some glossy shit added to it—she’s so getting extra swim lessons for this, Now, I’m holding a rubber band as she finishes the last braid. My hair is parted down the center, and she has one braid starting at the center part and follows the right side of my head until it braids down to hang with the hair still flowing free. She did the same to my left.
“Now, for the last thing,” she says as she produces the ‘gift’ she told me about, but I hadn't seen until now. “Thor cannot be complete without his helmet,” she chirps as she places that damn thing on my head.
It’s not the one from Ragnarok. No. It’s the classic Thor helmet with the big ass white wings. I’d cuss her out if the smile on her face didn’t make me feel warm inside. Hell, I’ve even created social media pages, so she can tag me in her chronicles. We’re getting very ‘couplefied’. I could be finishing the paperwork this weekend and will need to decide how to move from there.
Heaven leans in; her soft flower scent teases my nostrils and awakes my other senses. Her hand cups my ear as she whispers.
“Get the pineapples. I’ll meet you in the bedroom. Lose everything but the helmet.”
I wave at the camera and disappear without any further provocation. If I know my girl like I think I do, the bullshit with my hair is about to be worth it. Normally, I’d wait for her outside of her office and pounce the moment she leaves, but I want to see what she has in mind. Plus, the living area is floor to ceiling windows, and I don’t need clever paparazzi getting the good stuff.
The pineapples rest on a plate on my bedside table, and I’m naked and waiting as suggested when my efficient girl shows up equally naked. Damn, she’s beautiful. I go from semi-hard to aching in seconds. The glow of her skin, her curves, and the smile on her face is all I need. She’s mine, and I’ll make it known after the sell. Then, I can put all my energy into chasing her if she runs. I pull her down, she laughs as she falls on the bed underneath me then tugs at my helmet. I kiss her slowly, savoring her taste
“Have brunch with me Sunday,” I suggest between kisses.
Heaven tugs at my braid and looks me in the eyes. “Anything you want, Sir.”
Just like that, my mind is rooted firmly back in the gutter. I’m happy my parents went home; I’m about to make her scream.
* * *
“Want to talk about it?”Heaven offers as we cuddle. We’d passed out after a few rounds and are now awake at a crazy hour.
“About what?”
“The thing that has your serious face activated in the moonlight.”
Her observation makes me smirk. “I just don’t understand.”
“You’re sane. It’s not for you to understand a crazy person.” Heaven’s silky thigh slides up mine as she snuggles closer and rests her head on my chest. “Like I said, it probably started innocently enough because you needed her a lot. Then, you didn’t need her as much. You had a rocky relationship, and she saw an opening. When you didn’t fall to her like usual, she started leaking your information to feel needed.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t catch a clue that she wanted me that way.”
Somehow, my fingers running up and down her back is soothing to me.
“Because you weren’t interested in her and therefore not looking for the signs.”
My mind goes back to when I met Heaven. She’d had my full attention from the moment my eyes found her, and it hasn’t changed.
“I see your point. I looked for signs of interest the momentwemet.”
Heaven’s giggle leaves a pleasurable tingle along my spine.
