“Tell me, babe, how are feeling?” I asked as we dried off.
“Sleepy,” she whispered.
“Good. Let’s go to bed.” She looked at me all suspect about it. “To sleep,” I said indulgently, and she smiled sleepily.
The rest of the week home went by smoothly. I didn’t know how to do romance, so my proposal was pretty lackluster in my opinion, but she loved it. I truthfully got it from one of those diamond commercials. I woke up early and made her coffee and breakfast and was planning to bring her breakfast in bed, but the coffee queen smelled her brew and was up and in the kitchen, so I improvised. She was wearing one of my shirts and had messy hair, and I wanted to take her back to bed and spend the day there.
“Good morning, princess,” I said as I was finishing the eggs.
“There must have been a pea in the mattress because I somehow could not sleep,” she grouched.
“Sweetheart, it wasn’t a pea, but it does start with a ‘P’. Hmm… maybe we can rewrite the fairytale to the Princess and the Penis?”
“Sounds like a porn title,” she said as she poured her coffee into the vat she called a coffee cup. When she looked up, she added, “Before you get any ideas, it ain’t happening.”
“Damn. Well, at least I tried.” I pulled out the chair and scooted her in, stealing a kiss in the process. I wouldn’t do that shit anyway; there is no way I would risk anyone finding it.
“Thank you for the coffee and the breakfast. Did you run this morning? You seem energetic.”
“Yes I did. I am sorry I didn’t wake you to join me,” I said, feigning contrition. If I woke her up before the sun for anything other than giving her an orgasm, I would be in serious trouble.
“It’s okay. I probably would have bit you if you had,” she said truthfully.
“Well, I would still love you.”
“I love you, my handsome, sexy, delicious chef. Come and eat with me.”
“I will, but I have something to do first.” I turned her chair to face me, and I got down on one knee.
“Alexandria, I love you even when you haven’t had your coffee. Will you marry me?”
“Yes,” she said with tears brimming to the surface.
“Yes?” I slid the four-carat diamond on her hand.
“Yes, Max. I love you!” She pulled me up by my face and kissed me hard. I was supposed to be on my way to the office right now. I guess I didn’t plan it out too well. I was supposed to wait until Saturday. Oh well!
“I love you too.” I pulled away far enough just to move her coffee and her plate from the table before slamming her on it. I ripped off her panties, pulled down my dress pants, and slid into her warm, wet heat. Our fucking was fast and hard. She was panting hard as she tore my dress shirt, sending buttons everywhere. We didn’t even care that we were destroying the kitchen. She was rubbing and clawing at me as I pumped hard into her, nearly breaking my heavy and sturdy dining table. I couldn’t hold on any longer and started shooting out my release—hard.
“Fuck! Alexandria, come for me!” I bit her breast through her shirt as she squeezed my cock, coating it with her come.
I was nearly an hour late to the office, but it was fucking worth it. Tonight, I was taking her and Kara out to celebrate and get the ball rolling on the wedding shit. Patricia was already on top of it by midafternoon.
“Slow down. You may want to talk to my bride about it first.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You might want to look in the mirror when you say that,” she said with attitude. Some days I wanted to toss her ass on the street.
“One of these days, one of these days,” I said as I walked back to my office.
“Okay, sure. One of these days. You have a meeting in ten minutes. You have everything you need for it on your desk. I am taking a long lunch. See you later.” She got up from her desk and left. I shook my head as I closed the door.
We went out that night, and it was filled with drama galore. Apparently Ben Elliot was on a rampage because he thought I was hooking Kara up with some guy. He drove to my condo and claimed Kara as his. It was a night I would never forget since some crazy fuck was after my cousin.
The next morning we met with Patricia, and the girls hit it off. I almost fired her when she purposefully started flirting with Alexandria. They both laughed at my expense when they could tell I was getting jealous. Since that day, Patricia and Alexandria had been getting together to plan the wedding. It was scheduled for three months from now. I wanted it sooner, but with her dad going through chemo, I knew I would have to wait for the eight-week treatment to be up.
Chapter 13—Max