Page 33 of Kove and Xiah
He extended the tablet and I looked down at it before my eyes made it back to him.
“Is this like your thing? Sex and morning after pampering as a thank you for lending me your body before you go back to your life because the sex was thank you enough. That’s not necessary.” I pointed to the tablet and he laughed.
“My thing damn sure isn’t giving women unlimited access to spa treatments, It’s more like, let me eat your pussy one last time before I send you on your way.”
I’ll take that please…
“Oh, well, then I’m good on both. I really need to go.”
“Xiah, we both had a plan on how last night and today were going to go. Mine was for you to enjoy this suite and let you run up a tab. Go do your spa shit, enjoy your morning, then you can handle your business. Call your girl and let her come do it with you, if that will make you feel better.”
No, definitely not doing that…
I wasn’t prepared to share the details of my night just yet.
“Okay, fine. Your money. But please be advised, I’m going to get every add on and service I can cram into the next four hours.”
“Unless your plan is to buy the spa, then you’re good.”
“I guess I’m having a spa day then.”
“Do your thing. I have some stuff I need to take care of so I’mma head back to my suite.”
“Oh, okay. Well, thanks…”
He cut me off before I could finish my sentence. “Xi, I know this isn’t your thing but please don’t thank me again for my dick.”
“I was going to thank you for my spa day.”
“Nah, your ass was about to be on some ‘appreciate the orgasms’ type shit.”
I was…
“I’m polite. There’s nothing wrong with that.”
“There’s a lot wrong with you thanking me for dicking your ass down. Go do your spa shit, Xi.”
“No strings attached.”
He chuckled and lifted from the sofa, bending down and leveling his face with mine. “I already told you how I get down, so if you’re offering to let me eat your pussy one last time before you head out, then I will gladly accept but it’s not necessary.”
Yes, yes, and yes…
But no, I couldn’t do that or I would never leave this man.
“I guess I’m having a spa day.”
Kove seemed determined to grant me a day of pampering, so I decided to go with it. After putting my shoes on, I left the suite and headed to the fourth floor where the spa was located. As soon as I entered the beautiful lobby decorated with bamboo plants, abstract etched glass, and lavender accents, I made my first stop at the tiny shop that offered branded items for Oasis. I grabbed a hoodie, sweat bottoms, and a tee because they were made from the softest cotton I’d ever experienced in life and smelled like lavender. I picked slides and a robe. Next I added a gel eye mask and a satin one just to be extra before moving to the counter with my oversized lavender canvas tote the sales associate placed all of my items in after I paid by my name and suite number.
Once I was done in the shop, I made my way to the counter of the spa and picked the platinum elite package which was an hour long-massage, forty-minute facial, and detoxifying clay bath, followed by a steam treatment. The last of my day was a mani pedi which I was currently enjoying with a tray of fresh fruit, champagne, and bite sized pastries. Each time I ordered something and charged it to the room, I held my breath, waiting for them to deny me. However, it never happened.
By the time my ass was planted in the comfy leather seating to get my mani pedi, I had racked up a couple grand worth of treatments, and all they did was smile and tell me to let them know if I needed anything else.
If this was what being rich and famous felt like, I could certainly get used to it. The thought reminded me that I had been married to a pro athlete and never had he ever splurged on stuff like this for me or gifted anything close to this…Asshole.
I was currently dressed in my comfy, lavender, oversized sweats while the woman assigned to me performed a deep massage from my toes up to my calves. She had just completedthe French manicure on my toes while the woman she was paired with cleared her station after providing me with a French manicure on my nails.
Yep, I’m totally sold on the luxurious life…
