"Danny, wake up. You need to go to work." I groan, shaking his arm while keeping my eyes closed.
"It's too early." He groans back, half-asleep. I can do nothing but understand. We have talked till late at night. Or maybe I should say early in the morning. We only have two and a half hours of sleep on the clock, which is not sufficient at all on a Monday morning.
But what can I say... Conversation was good and we didn't want it to end.
"It's time. Get up or you're gonna be late." I throw my hand on the nightstand, trying to find his phone to turn off the alarm.
"I'll sleep in." He turns around, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me close to his warm body. Translation: He is not going to work.
"No, you won't. They're gonna kick your ass out of the company."
"The company's mine." He grabs me by the hair and buries my head into his neck. Uh-oh! This means trouble.
"It's suicide then. Come on. You'll be less groggy once you take a shower." I try to wriggle free but he is quick to pull me in again, this time trapping me with his long legs.
"I'm not groggy. Just sleeporny." As if that was not obvious.
"You must not know about copyright. I found that word. You can't use it without my approval." Well, that is just sleepy and horny merged. It doesn't take a genius mind to come up with that one.
"This is harder than expected." He growls.
"We don't have to oblige." I sensually plant a trail of kisses on his neck, getting him weak.
"Ai... The fuck are you doing? Don't play!" He whispers with his morning voice that always gets me wet in no time.
"What is wrong with playing, Danny Baby?" I bring my hand to his crotch, hardened cause it is morning.
"Fuck! Ai..." I get on top of him and start rubbing against his length, making him suffer and want more.
"Take it off. Please! I want to feel your mouth around me." He tugs at his sweatpants, urging me to give him the good good loving.
"Yeah? You want my pretty little mouth on you, Danny?" I place my mouth on his hardened member without taking off his pants.
"Yes, please! I need it." He grabs me by the hair, gently pushing my head toward his boner.
"Well, seems like you've woken up now. Good morning, Daniel. Time to go to work." I get off of him and head for the bathroom.
"Aiden, are you fucking serious right now?" He yells, realizing what I just did.
He will get over it.
"Aiden?" I hear and smile to myself. Did he really think he could sleep with Stephanie and come back to me that easy?
*
It should be considered illegal to make people work on Monday. Weekends are way too short. And you should be sentenced to death when you are the boss and still put yourself through that painful process fifty two times a year.
I am not very fond of Mondays but I like my job. Having my own boutique is my dream-come-true. I always dreamed about having those awesome designer clothes on display. I often imagined people falling in love with my work, my babies that I took time to create. Unique, classy...
Well, things didn't turn out like I expected. After losing mom, everything was put on hold for the longest time. And by things, I mean my feelings, emotions, dreams and even my will to live. If it wasn't for dad and Daniel, I would be eating churros with Gabriel even though I don't think heaven would have granted me access with the track record I have down here.
