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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 I feel like an old relic left behind out of date and useless.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 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 One
Marcus I stare at the dark water from my vantage point at the top of the bridge. I know I should feel sad or even afraid, considering what I am about to do. But I feel nothing. I am so numb inside, like a dried-up husk. I sigh and give my phone one last look; no calls as usual, not even a promotional text from my service provider. It's such a cold and dreary night that it perfectly matches my mood. I want to scream; maybe someone somewhere can hear me, can heed my pain, but I know it's futile. I gulp and try to stop the tears I feel prickling at the back of my head. I don't want to be this pathetic, but does it really matter? Even if I cried, who would hear me? It's midnight on an obscure bridge with the noise of the water below. I let the floodgate open and sob uncontrollably for what feel like hours. I cry until I fear I will not be able to stop long enough to accomplish what I came here to do. It wouldn't surprise me if I were unable to do it. Like everything else in my life, I wo
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Two
Marcus Except I don't fall. I am yanked down and into a heap on top of a hard body. I am dazed for a moment; what has just happened? I try to sit up, but a strong handheld me down "please don't do it, "a voice beneath my body says beseechingly. I tug again as I try to sit up to look at the person behind the voice, but he refuses to let me go. "Please let go of me," I ask politely. "No," he answers, sighing, "I just want to sit up, please," I try again; he hesitates a bit, but he loosens his grip on me. I sit up, and so does he. He looks at me cautiously, afraid I'll spook and try to jump again. He sits up, and I finally get a good look at him; by God, he is good-looking. He has these vivid blue eyes that I feel are looking directly into my soul. He is tall, taller than my 5'8; he is probably 6' inches and some change. He stares back at me, waiting for me to say something, but I don't know how I feel, let alone what to say. Suddenly it occurs to me that I have failed at killing myself.
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Three
Marcus He lets go of me and stands up. I feel bereft and put my arms across my chest, trying to hold the loneliness at bay. "I will be back in a minute, ok; try not to miss me too much," he says with a smile as he bends to peck my forehead, and that warm fuzzy feeling is back again. He is back in what feels like seconds, and he leads me up the stairs. My heart beats faster in anticipation and a little excitement. I wasn't sure what he meant by taking care of me, but I was eager to find out. He leads me to what turns out to be a bathroom. There is a bathtub that is almost filled with hot water. He turns the tap off and pours what I assume are bath salts into the tub, and suddenly it's full of fruity fragrance and soapy bubbles. "May I"? I am confused for a moment, but when he touches my jacket zipper, I blush because I can't remember the last time anyone undressed me. "Please let me take care of you, ok?" I nodded and bit my lip to keep from whimpering at the care he was showing me. He
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Four
Marcus He lowers me into the bed; tongue still stuck down my throat. I don't know what happened to our towels because his hot naked body is draped over my very naked body. He moves the kiss from my mouth to the hollow in my neck and peppers my chest with kisses. He licks at my nipples which are now as hard as pebbles. He bites, and I cry out in pain, but he soothes it with his tongue, and I can't decide if I like it or hate it, but my leaking cock decides for me. He moves his ministration to my taut stomach, and before I can adjust to that, his hot mouth engulfs my cock, and my back arches. I make a strangled sound as my balls tighten. I know I am seconds away from coming "please…I am about to come...” I cry out. Instead of slowing down, he renews his effort with vigor, and suddenly, my vision goes white as I come so hard. I feel like I have an out-of-body experience, and I can't even bring myself to feel ashamed at how fast he got me off. I come to, slowly to Simon shushing me an
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Five
Simon I don't know what I am doing, but I hope to God I made the right decision by asking Marcus to stay with me. I couldn't, with a clear conscience, send him on his way while he was still messed up. He looks much better today, but I know he still has demons he needs to deal with before he can even begin to be ok. Last night was scary. I keep imagining what could have happened if I hadn't happened to go for a walk across that bridge. I shudder as I remember the lost look on his face as he tried to take that leap into nothingness. I am going to have nightmares about that for a long while. I had held on to him instinctively, and when I had looked at those huge liquid sad brown eyes, I had felt a fierce need to protect him. He reminded me of another boy that had lost the battle to despair; I had not been there to save him, but I could save Marcus; I just hoped he would let me. Yesterday had been surreal; saving him from certain death left me unsettled, but what happened afterwar
My Mr. Perfect Chapter Six
Marcus I wake up disoriented. It takes me a minute to remember where I was, and I have a moment of panic when I don't see Simon; then I remember he is probably in the office. I stretch and check the time on my broken phone. It's almost 4pm. I have slept half the afternoon away. How embarrassing I should be making plans for my future, and here I was sleeping. I palm my face and feel shame wash over me. I can feel the panic start to rise again. This has been surreal, and I don't want Simon to think I was out to use him. I decide to go find him and apologize. Hopefully, he will see I am serious about putting my life together. I can hear him on the phone as I get closer to his office, and it gets quiet when I reach the door. I hesitate before I knock and take a deep breath when he asks me to come in. I open the door slowly and find him looking hella sexy in his glasses. I feel my face heat up as he looks up at me. "Had a nice nap? he asks "yes..., I mean no, sorry... I'm sorry I slept.
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