All Chapters of My Mr. Perfect : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

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

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

Simon I am as nervous as I am excited, today I get to see Marcus, finally! When I showed up at the hospital yesterday, I had been expecting the usual disappointment, so when the nurse greeted me with a broad smile, I had been confused. She was as excited as I had been when she finally told me I could see him today. I know for her, there was some relief from having to watch me show up every day and go home disappointed for three straight weeks. I changed for the third time; I had left the office early so I could come and get ready for him. I wasn’t sure if I should wear my suit since he loved me in it or dress casually since it was, you know, a hospital. Ultimately, I chose a button-down white shirt paired with black slacks and a sports jacket. I passed by the flower shop and got him a colorful bouquet of tulips and a box of chocolate before heading over to the familiar route. I was earlier than I had been directed to arrive, but I was ok pacing and waiting. When the nurse finally

Simon It feels so good to have Marcus home with me; going to bed with him, waking up next to him, touching him, cuddling with him, and having meals with him is just bliss. I know I will wear him down on the job issue. I really want him to feel independent while he finds his footing, and I think paying him to keep the house is the best thing for him. I smile when I remember his cheeky daddy comment earlier, and it makes me think maybe there is a kink there that needs exploring because that word has my dick very interested. I am still smiling when Gwen, my assistant, comes in.“Hi boss, there is someone to see you..” she says hesitantly“Then send them in…wait, why didn’t you send them in instead of announcing them? Are we hosting the queen?” I asked, widening my eyes comically for effect.She rolls her eyes at me, but I can see she is being serious and slightly worried.“what is it Gwen,” I ask wearily now.“David is here and he insist he must see you. I tried to get him to leave but

Simon I wake up the next morning alone. I know Marcus is busy downstairs making me breakfast. I smile when I remember last night. After our frenzied lovemaking, we had fallen asleep, but he had woken me up a few hours later, and I had taken my time exploring his newly waxed body. I had enjoyed the smooth silkiness of the skin and his moans and the way he said my name over and over and the scream when he came; it was perfect. At dawn, It had been my turn to wake him up with a blow job, and then I had taken him from behind in a slow sensual way. My dick tries valiantly to rise from the erotic memory, but after the night’s activities, I am going to need some recovery time; clearly, I am no longer a young man. I take a shower and put on my favorite suit and a pale pink shirt that reminds me of Marcus’s shirt the previous night. I head down stair and stare at him from the bottom of the stair as he hums to himself as he goes about his work. I clear my throat to catch his attention, and