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I slide his boxers down and kiss his penis. He flexes it in approval and it bounces up.
“Or are we going to spend the week having fun?” I take his tip in my mouth and swirl my tongue around it as my eyes hold his. “Spend the week having fun.”
His hand cups my face, and he tenderly dusts his thumb over my bottom lip. I turn my head and take his thumb in my mouth. I give it a slow, seductive suck. He watches on as his eyes darken. He sits up suddenly, takes my nipple into his mouth and sucks it hard. Pleasure shoots through me in waves, and he flips me onto my back and lifts my legs over his shoulders, causing me to laugh out loud.
Yessss.
“I’ll take option two.” He growls.
* * *
It’s Wednesday at work, and I’m scrolling through my emails as I tidy up my junk folder. I notice that I have an email from the employment agency from when I was looking for my job. It’s a notification of a new role for a paediatric nurse—exactly what I love doing.
I read through the job description and feel a little sad, to be honest. I don’t know if I’m really cut out to work in plastics. I mean it’s a nice job here that I’ve got, but it’s an office job. I miss nursing. It just seems so superficial compared to the meaningful work that I’m used to. I miss that buzz of helping people and making a difference. If I’m going to work in an office, maybe I should just accept Nathan’s offer and go and work for him.
But then he wins. I can’t give in to him after our first fight and let him think he can tell me what to do. I need to set a precedent for how he treats me. I’m not putting up with him thinking he’s the boss of me. If I give in now, I’ll pay for it for forever.
I need to stick with this, and if I do want to leave in a few months, I will, but on my terms and when the time is right.
But these positions don’t come up for months after they are advertised, anyway. By then, if I’m successful, I will have a good idea of what I want to do.
I mean, even if I got it, I don’t have to take it. I can always decline the offer, I think for a moment. Yeah, sounds like a plan. I click on the apply button for the job. The agency has all my details. If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be.
* * *
I sip my wine as I dance through the kitchen. It’s Thursday night. I walk back out into the living room and stare at our new rug with the hugest goofiest smile plastered on my face.
I can’t stop looking at it. I move a chair so I can see it a little more, and then I move it back. I stand and look at it from one angle, and then go to the other side of the room to look at it some more. I take another photo of it and stare at it on my phone. I’ve been doing this for an hour. I just love it. It really sets the mood and changes the entire feel of the place.
It’s massive with beautiful hues of green and pink. It cost a bomb and got delivered today and I am loving myself absolutely sick.
I adore this apartment already. It’s beautiful and feels so special.
Our first real home.
Picking furniture and art for it together with Nathan to make it ours is my new obsession. I’ve been stalking Pinterest all week.
I text Nathan again.
Hurry up
A text bounces back.
Jesus, woman. I’m on my way.
Surely a rug can’t be this exciting?
I’ve texted him three times since it arrived already. I text back.
You’re wrong.
This is the rug of my life.
HTF UP!
I continue to cook dinner, and twenty minutes later, I hear the key in the door before Nathan comes into view.
I skip across the kitchen to get to him and throw myself into his arms. “Oh my God, wait till you see it,” I gush.
