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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 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 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 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 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
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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
