Chapter 19 Rockel
I giggled at this quote I saw on social media, then posted it to my story just as a knock came on my office door. “Come in!” I yelled, leaning back in my seat.
I allowed my head to fall backward because I was tired.
Between motherhood, entrepreneurship, and being a little slut for Perfect anytime he wanted, I was exhausted.
We had started the process of house hunting as well, which kept us a little busy with our realtor.
All I really needed was a little pause on real life so I could remember what it felt like to breathe deeply.
In no way was I complaining about having a perfect life, but I was running on fumes.
The door swung open, and Mani came flaunting inside. “Well, hello, little miss bitch,” she greeted me with a frown.
I burst into laughter because who said things like that? Mani! That was who. “You got beef with me?” I asked when I finally stopped laughing.
“That’s what I was trying to figure out. Since your baby daddy came back in town, I don’t never hear or see your ass.” She came closer to my desk and pressed her hands into it. “If you need help, blink twice, friend.”
I couldn’t stop laughing at her shenanigans. “If you miss me, just say that,” I teased. “But I know I have been a little MIA. I just have a lot going on right now, best friend.”
She pouted before coming around the desk to plop down in my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck like the little spoiled brat she was. “I know, but I need you too.”
I nodded. “You’re so right. Let’s plan a date, just me and you. How’s that sound?”
“Like we should just go get lemon drops right now.”
I giggled then nodded. “Alright, let’s go get lemon drops then. I’m done for the day anyway.”
By the time I got home, I was good and tipsy.
It was something so fun and scandalous about day drinking.
The sun wasn’t even down, yet here I was, two-stepping into the house.
After letting myself in, I stumbled straight to the bedroom and nosedived into the covers.
I didn’t think I even tucked myself in before I was snoring lightly.
I didn’t wake up until I felt soft kisses on my shoulder that made me moan. I almost thought it was a dream until his woodsy scent made its way into my consciousness. I smiled before my eyes even came open.
“Aww, baby,” I said when I saw Perfect standing there with a huge bouquet of roses. When I sat up, I noticed there were plenty more all over the bed. “What’s this?” I giggled, trying not to cry like a big baby.
He bent over, puckering his lips. Of course, I obliged. His lips were my favorite. “You said you needed a hundred roses and a trip to the spa, didn’t you?”
I frowned until it dawned on me what he was talking about me. “Stay stalking me on social media.” He shrugged nonchalantly. “Wait. Does that mean you booked me an appointment at the spa?”
He held a hand out for me. I placed mine in his, and he snatched me up into his chest. I melted into his frame when his strong arms wrapped around me. “Yes, I did. Go get ready.”
I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. “Oh my God. Thank you, thank you, thank you, baby!”
He pecked me on the lips. “Anything for you, Princess.” He let me down, then popped me on the ass. “Go get ready.”
He didn’t have to tell me twice as I booked it to the bathroom to freshen up. Halfway through getting ready, I remembered Precious. “What about Pea?” I questioned, popping my head into the room.
“She’s with your parents for the night, bae.”
I didn’t know why I even questioned her whereabouts. From the moment Perfect found out about her, he locked in on his role as a father. I loved to witness it, and honestly, I would give him another one, just to watch him excel at his role.
When I was finished getting ready, I went back into the room and changed into a cute cheetah-print two-piece set. It felt so good to not be all made up without a hair out of place. Today, I was going to enjoy every second of relaxation offered to me in my natural state.
“Okay, I’m ready,” I told Perfect after drowning myself in perfume. I yelped when he scooped me up in his arms. Giggling, I asked him, “What are you doing?”
“You are not lifting a finger today. I know you’re exhausted, so expect me to wait on you hand and foot.”
I couldn’t help but stare at his face because this was what love really looked and felt like. I palmed his cheek and sighed. “What did I do to deserve you?”
He glanced down at me and smiled. “You saw me when I had nothing and still thought I was perfect.”
“Because you are.” I returned his smile. “Always have been; always will be.”
“Type shit,” he replied as we got to the front door. I laughed as he tried to open it while keeping me in his arms.
“Bae, you can let me down to open the door.”
He frowned down at me. “No, I can’t. Be quiet. I got this.” And sure enough, he did. He carried me out to his truck, then went back to lock up the house. The entire time he drove to the spa, he kept my hand in his, and I couldn’t help but sink into the peace he offered me.
I guess it was true when they said that when a man knew, he just knew.
When I offered my home to Perfect, I never expected us to be here, especially not after he disappeared on me for three years.
But he found his way into my heart and was determined to never leave again.
I was enjoying his efforts and reaping the benefits of his love.
I swear, my skin was glowing, my hair was growing, my ass was fatter, and I was more profitable than ever before.
Finding love had everything in my life thriving for the better.
When we got to the spa, Port kept up his chivalry and carried me inside.
I couldn’t lie like I wasn’t loving being adored on.
No man had ever put in the effort Perfect did.
Even when he had nothing, his presence was a gift just with him doing things like taking out the trash or mowing my lawn.
He thought I wouldn’t be for him when the characteristics he possessed went beyond the money he had.
I mean, it was an added bonus that he went and ran up a bag, but to know that at his core he was a genuinely good man was enough for me.
We were led to the locker rooms, where we were instructed to undress and put on our robes. I was so excited that I stripped within seconds and was outside the door, waiting for Port to come out the other side.
I held my arms open, and he laughed before scooping me up in his arms once again.
It was easily my favorite place to be. For the entire walk, my head rested on his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.
I missed his warmth immediately when he lay me on the massage table. I whined, “I want to stay next to you.”
He chuckled. “How are you supposed to do that and get your massage, Princess?”
“Climb on top of me and give me the massage yourself.”
He raised an eyebrow at me. “Princess, . . . I want to do more than massage your body.”
I turned on my side and propped my head. “And who says that’s a bad thing? I’ve always wondered what a massage with a happy ending would be like.” I bit my nail and squealed giddily. “What do you say? You up for the job?”
He came back over to my bed and bent down so we were eye level. “Of course, I am. I prefer it this way anyway. I know every place on your body that’s tight and needs extra attention.” He winked, and a shiver trickled down my spine. I was thoroughly going to enjoy this.
I watched him leave the room. A few minutes later, there was a knock at the door. “Ugh, come in!” I yelled out, figuring it was the masseuse.
A huge smile spread across my face when I saw Perfect walking back into the room.
He locked it behind him, then faced me. “Good evening, Mrs. Porter. My name is Daddy, and I will be ushering you into the world of relaxation and serenity. I’m very skilled, so I am sure I can address all of your problem areas by the time we’re done. ”
“Sounds perfect.” I slid my robe off, then turned over on my stomach.
Soon enough, I could feel warm oil being poured on my back.
I sank into the table, already feeling relaxed.
I hummed when Perfect began to massage my back like an actual professional.
I honestly forgot that it was him until his hands moved to my ass cheeks.
“How’s that feel, Princess? You enjoying yourself?”
I nodded. “Mmhmm, yes, I am. You’re really good at your job, Daddy.”
He chuckled. “Yeah, I guess I am.”
His attention moved on to my calves and feet. I mean, he was truly working out any tension I had in my limbs to the point I nearly fell asleep on the bed. That was until I felt the pad of his thumb rub my clit in slow circles. I moaned just as he said, “Turn over, please.”
I was a giddy mess when he poured oil over my stomach and started to massage my breasts.
Staring into his handsome face while he worked had me throbbing.
He looked so at peace and in love with everything he saw that I was ready to throw the pussy at him.
When he got to my legs, this time, he spread them open and sank to his knees.
I felt his breath over my center before he took a deep inhale.
“Mmm, you smell so good.” I gasped when he pinched my clit.
He chuckled darkly before burying his face in my pussy.
He lapped me up like a dog at a water bowl until my legs were shaking.
I tried to close them, but he held them open.
“Please, keep your legs open until I am finished, ma’am. ”
I clenched at the edges of the bed. Looking down my body, all I could see was the top of Perfect’s head.
Even his shiny, black, wavy hair turned me on.
He moaned, then spat on my lower lips before slurping it all up and doing it again.
He sucked on my clit and released, and there was a popping sound over and over until I was convulsing on the massage table.
“Good girl,” he whispered, enjoying the show. He stood up with a smile. “I believe my work is done,” he said proudly.
I couldn’t even think of a response, because he’d sucked my soul into his mouth. He laughed before bending down so we were face-to-face. I could smell the scent of me on him. It made me a little feral.
“You ready to head to the jacuzzi?”
I nodded. “Only if I can ride your dick in there.”
He chuckled. “Wow, talkin’ ’bout you needed the spa when all you really needed was me.”
He wasn’t wrong. I thought the spa would relax me, but it was really Perfect’s presence. He was my center. When we were together, I couldn’t even say what the definition of worry was or what one looked like. He was what women dreamt of finding in a man, so why would I ever want to be away from him?
“It’s okay. Daddy’s going to give his little baby what she needs. Come on.” I smiled as he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to the next part of the spa, where I was going to let him have his way with me.