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My Mr. Perfect Chapter Eight
Marcus As I prepared for bed, I could not help but replay how the evening had gone. Our daily cuddles were the best, and I really look forward to them. The kind contact healed something profound in me, and while the closeness made my body heat up, the companionship part and the care were what I looked forward to the most. I loved his reaction to what he called the “make-over,” making him happy fed a deep need in me. I smile when I remember his Sheldon dig; I am not offended at all because he is my favorite character! The next morning i am up again before him, which means I get another opportunity to make him breakfast. I chop up some vegetables, and soon I have coffee and a mushroom and spinach omelet plus toast by the time he makes an appearance. While I enjoy the view of him in a suit and he is truly magnificent, it only means that he is spending another day at the office and I will be left alone in the house. I am disappointed though I try not to show it. “You are just in ti
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Nine
Simon I think my brain has short-circuited because I was kissing Marcus back. His kiss caught me off guard, but I would be lying if I didn't say I had been longing for it. The kiss ignites a fire deep within, and I can feel him get consumed by it as well. I let go, and soon we are grinding against each other, and I just want to rip off his clothes so I can touch the hot skin under me. He seems to have the same idea because his hand is under my shirt, trying and failing to open the buttons. He moans in frustration and desire, and soon my buttons fly everywhere when he rps it in half. This jolts me back to my senses, and I stop. He opens his eyes, eyeing me questioningly. I move away from the couch and try to catch my breath. His questioning gaze has now turned into vulnerability, and I can see him shrinking into himself. Shit, he thinks I am rejecting him because I don't want him. I move back to the couch, pull him into my lap, and kiss him softly. "I want you so bad, M, but no
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Ten
Marcus I was on a permanent high. Life was great. I have finally found my place, and I couldn’t be happier. We settled on a routine we would wake up with someone giving someone a blow job, shower together, then I would made breakfast while Simon got ready either for the office in town or the house office. We had breakfast together and, if he was working from home, lunch as well. Dinner is always in front of the Tv as we watch a show together. We had finished BBT, and now we were watching Young Sheldon, and yes, we are obsessed with the show. We cuddled and made out before heading to bed for more of the same. We hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but we had done everything else, and it’s been great. It’s been blissful, and that’s why David caught me off guard. On Thursday, Simon had announced that he was bringing his closest friend for dinner. This made me nervous and excited at the same time. I had yet to meet any of his friends, not that he seemed to have many, I figured this mea
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Eleven
Marcus Our weekend was subdued; on Saturday and Sunday we had a late breakfast, and Simon went to his office until late. I went to bed early, pleading with a headache one night and fatigue the next, but the truth was I was still reeling from what David had said. I was trying to figure out what everything he had said meant, and it was eating at me. I knew he was douche and that he was probably lying, but I somehow knew there was some truth to some of his rantings; I just needed to figure out which. My insecurities had come back full force, and I struggled to put that genie back in the box. Why would a man like Simon want someone as broken as me? He must be doing it out of pity, right? I wasn't as educated as David or handsome, and that was his ex! How long would it take before he booted me out too? Simon tried to ask me what was wrong, but how could I explain what was going on in my head? How could I tell him that the darkness I try to keep at bay is hovering closer than ever?
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twelve
Simon I was in a good mood today. Finally, the dark mood that had engulfed Marcus seems to have lifted and it was such a relief to know that he was getting better. I really hope he agrees to see a therapist so I can finally breath. Although it was a packed day at the office, I did my job with a smile and counting down to the time I will get home. Today we were going to order a pizza and start our Marvel marathon cannot wait to introduce the avengers to him. Yes, I know it is silly to get so excited about super hero movies but it is something I have loved since I was a child. It is a love I shared with my childhood friend and my first boyfriend Sami. The thought of Sami makes me sad and I try to shake the feeling away. I work through lunch because I really need to finish all the paper work before I can go home to Marcus. When I finally shut down the computer its late afternoon and I really need to rush if I am to make it before rush hour. I stop by David’s office to let him know I had
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirteen
Marcus I dont know how I got into the motel. But here I am checking in; it’s the kind of motel that one can pay by the hour, and I pay for three nights, not because I have plans after but because I don’t know how long the money I have will last or how long I will be able to hold on. It’s becoming more and more difficult to breathe, and I am almost engulfed by the darkness. At this moment, I am so grateful that Simon had paid me weekly for the cleaning and that he had been more generous than a typical employer because I would have ended up sleeping under the bridge, although, to be honest, the motel was only marginally better. I take the bulky key from the bored receptionist, head up the four flights of stairs, and fumble with the key at the door before entering the tiny room. The bed is a twin bed, and it looks slightly comfortable; the covers are threadbare. There is a small desk and chair beside the bed and a door leading to a small bathroom and sho
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Fourteen
Simon Like all bad news, the call came at midnight, it had been three days of worrying and looking and making numerous calls to a cop friend, but I still wasn't prepared. I had driven around town, even returning to that spot on that bridge with my heart in my mouth, bracing for the worst. However, it had been empty, and I still couldn't reconcile feeling relief and disappointment at not finding him there. So when the call came, I was ready for anything, or so I thought. My cop friend Paul called to tell me they had found Marcus, and it wasn't looking good. He had warned me that it was touch and go, but I didn't even have time to let that sink in as I rushed to St Maria hospital at the edge of Montre groove. I had not been prepared for the sight of him with tubes all over him or the way he looked so pale and small. I felt a lump in my throat as I got nearer; his hands were strapped to the bed, a precaution I was assured by the hovering nurse for all patients who were at risk of self
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Fifteen
Marcus Everything hurt. What was happening to me? my mind feels foggy, and I can’t seem to be able to focus on anything but the pain. I try to open my eyes, but it hurts too much. "Hey Marcus can you hear me? Welcome back. You had us worried there for a minute," a cheerful and too loud A voice tells me. Where was I? I try to remember where I was, but I keep drawing a blank. I give up trying to open my eyes or remember and surrender to the darkness. The next time I wake up, someone is standing right next to my face, fiddling with some beeping machine. I want to ask them to move, but I can't seem to be able to form words; my eyes don't hurt as much as before, but I still can't seem to focus. I try to form words, but I feel so tired and dazed. The person standing there says something to me, but it sounds so far away, and I can't concentrate. He moves away, and another person joins him, his presence fills me, and I try so hard to think why; a nagging feeling tells me I should recogni
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My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty Six
Simon Epilogue Six months Later "No kiss for the house husband? I will burn your dinner. " Marcus laughs as he kisses my cheek first, then full on mouth kiss that he pulls away from as just as it starts to heat up. "But you always burn my dinner! “he says as he picks his office bag, ready to start his day. I fake pout. "I do not! Yesterday it turned out fine!" I tell him haughtily. "Of course it turned out okay Lilyann helped" he looks up from the watch he is trying to put on and holds his hand out to me. "Help!" he grins at me. I roll my eyes at him but help him put it on. "For your information, lilyann supervised I did all the cooking. "You mean you put all the ingredients she prepared into the slow cooker he says with a wink. Before I can, respond appropriately he kisses me again. “I still love you husband even if you can't cook. I smile at that though I have no idea how he caught on that Lilyann our chef who comes in three days a week to prevent us from ordering
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty Five
Simon I am physically and mentally exhausted. It's been a long morning and waiting at the airport make it seems even longer. When we had gone to bed last night my mind had already been made up that I would leave, but leaving Marcus sleeping peacefully in bed had been more painful and harder than I had anticipated. I had packed the few things I had unpacked after leaving the hotel and wrote that wretched note. Maybe I should have just left, but that would have been cruel. I couldn't let him go through what I had gone through when I thought he was dead. At Airport it had been a nightmare trying to reschedule my flight. The closest time I could leave was in five hours so I had no choice but to sit and wait and wait and think and over think. I had second guessed myself a few times and even almost left at one point but every time I remember how exciting Marcus new life was I remembered why it was important to leave. I feel like an old relic left behind out of date and useless. What w
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty Four
Marcus I am the first to wake up from our after sex nap. From the light illuminating the windows it's probably midday by now. I should get some work done as I haven't been to the office in days, but I can't seem to be able to tear my eyes from the man lying next to me with his right hand covering his face one knee bent and covers strewn all over barely covering him as he slept peacefully. I smile at how sweet he looks; I trace his exposed skin with my fingers until I pause at the exposed thigh where a huge scar mars his beautiful skin. It had taken everything in me not to flinch or linger when I had seen it earlier. I knew at some level that he didn't leave the incident unscathed but seeing the evidence so stark made my stomach queasy. I trace the scars softly almost reverently. I startle when he Places his hand on mine and I look up, he eyes me warily. "I am so sorry".... I say as I lean over to kiss the scars as I had wanted to earlier. His breath hitches and he freezes for
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty Three
Simon I was having a delicious dream, a warm mouth was wrapped around my cock and was gently sucking and lapping at it, the pleasure so exquisite that I instinctively thrust my hips an answering moan that vibrates all the way to my spine tightening my balls has my eyes fly open clearly this is not a dream. Marcus is at the foot of the bed with his mouth ensconced in my hardened cock; my underwear is trapped around my ankles. His right is kneading my balls while his left is laid on my now almost non existence abs I feel a twinge of self consciousness creep in. "What are you doing?" I ask in a strangled voice, trying hard not to arch my back. He releases my cock with a loud pop, and licks his lips lewdly. "If you can't tell what I am doing, then either you are blind or I am doing it all wrong," he says with a smirk. I snort at him and pull him to me. "What I mean, you brat is while I appreciate the eerhm... Sexy wake-up call. It’s not necessary baby you didn't have to return the ges
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty Two
Marcus This scene is so achingly familiar. Me, lying in bed completely sated while Simon cleans me up then cuddles up with me. I sigh with the rightness of it. I haven't been touched by anyone else since...the incident and I hadn't wanted to; maybe a part of me always knew I belong to only one man. My mind drifts to our earlier conversation about supplies. Did he just mean lube or condoms as well? Does that mean he has been seeing other people, my chest constricts painfully and I swallow the raising bile. The need to know coils deep within me but I don't know how to ask him. I have no right to feel angry or jealous because I am the one who left and he has every right to seek comfort elsewhere right? My head knows that but my heart? "Hey are you ok"? Simon's murmurs in my hair he is already drifting I shake my head and snuggle closer.“I am fine. Just really glad you are here...his body heat lures me to sleep and in no time I drift off as well. "Morning sunshine" I blink awa
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty One
SimonI pour a glass for both of us and sit back. I move up the bed and lean on the sturdy bed frame. Marcus follows suit, and we sit beside each other, sipping our wine. What Marcus had shared with me was a lot to digest. I know he skimmed over the gory details of his torture and I was grateful he spared me the details because otherwise, I don’t know what to do with the impotent fury I feel whenever I think about what David did. I feel responsible; if it wasn't for me, they wouldn't have met, and he wouldn't have suffered at the hands of that sadistic bastard. I wish he had let me know he was fine, and I was still hurt he hadn't, but I also understood where he was coming from. His mental state had been fragile when David took him, and I can't even begin to imagine what damage the suffering and torture had wrought on him. He looks so strong now, and I am immensely proud of him. Looking at him now, it frightens me that I have nothing to offer him anymore, and that thought shames me. Bec
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Thirty
Marcus A gentle knock jolts me back from my wondering mind. Cindy pops in with a cup of coffee. “Are you ok Boss?” She asks concern written all over her face. “Yes I am fine, I just got an unexpected visitors is all. Please cancel anything that you can today I will finish up with the Mueller account and zoom call with the Santiago Group” “On it boss’ she leaves me to my work which I am having a hard time concentrating on my whole focus was on the man that just up ended my whole life, who was now waiting for me in a hotel room. I rush through all I needed to do grateful for my earlier throrough work. I couldn’t rush the zoom meeting though and I sat through an hour of excruciatingly boring and frustrating meeting. On a normal day I would have enjoyed the back and forth but todayit just grated on my nerves I just wantedto be done so I can go to Simon I had this maybe irrational fear that he would disappear on me and after everything I had put him through including my very emba
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Nine
Marcus It's so annoying when people don't look where they are going. I collect my documents, ready to give the idiot a piece of my mind, and I freeze. I must be hallucinating because I am staring at Simon in the flesh. Simon is here in my office. I move as if compelled, and in a flash I am in his arms. I hold on to him because I really need to make sure it was him and he was really here. Someone whimpers and he squeezes me harder, so I must have made the sound. He feels like home; I have missed him, the familiar feel of my face burrowed in his neck, the smell of him, and suddenly it's overwhelming, and I can't breathe. It's like my body has forgotten how to inhale and exhale. I gasp for breath, and now I am struggling to take a full breath. Simon lets goes of me as he notices I am trying struggling: he curses under his breath and guides me away from the crowd forming in the hallway. "Shit I had forgotten about the panic attacks. I am so sorry babe I should have warned you I was
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Twenty Eight
Marcus The number of times I have refreshed my email is not healthy, and I am surprised I have not broken my keyboard with the many frustrated clicks. It’s been a few days since I sent the email, and while I didn’t think the reply would be instantaneous, I still didn’t think it would take days! But checking all the news on Marcus’s company, I can see how busy he can be juggling celebrities, athletes, politicians, and brands. It’s almost hard to imagine my shy broken Marcus was responsible for this huge successful entity. Still, a large part of me is so proud that he overcame his issues enough to put himself out there and leave such a huge mark in the world. When my email pings, I am buried in financial reports, and I barely glance at the computer until I see the name on the screen. I click on the email, and my breath stutters. You always find me, don’t you? Even when I did not know, I was lost. Come see me. We have a lot to talk about, and I have much to explain. You are constantl
