Page 12 of Her Sweetest Desires
My bad . . . Long night. All weekend we’ll be in room 1736. Let me know when they’re done setting up and have someone from the staff bring me the room key since we’re going to miss breakfast.
Rock:
Rock liked “My bad . . . Long night. All weekend we’ll be in room 1736. Let me know when they’re done setting up and have someone from the staff bring me the room key since we’re going to miss breakfast.”
Bet.
I set my phone on the vanity, started the shower, and relieved myself.
It felt like I was pissing for a good five minutes, and I somehow felt lighter once I was done. I hopped in the shower and thought about the day I had planned for my wife. Life for us had been on the go since Billie found out she was pregnant with TJ. We still did things as a couple, but we hadn’t really taken a vacation.
I planned to show my Sweets the time of her life.
“Good morning,” I heard just as I turned off the shower.
“What’s up, pretty?”
Billie waved me off and sat on the toilet. As she used it, I dried off and stared at her. I knew she could feel my eyes on her because she refused to look up.
“My boobs are so damn sore. I need to pump something serious. Do they have a refrigerator?” She shook her head as shewiped and flushed. “Never mind. This fancy ass hotel definitely has a refrigerator in the rooms.”
I chuckled, kissed the side of her face as she washed her hands, then brushed my teeth.
Back in the bedroom, it didn’t take me long to get dressed. While Billie got herself together, I laid out the outfit I wanted her to wear. All weekend we would be in matching pajamas during our daytime activities and black tie for dinner. The plan had been to bring the activities to us because my name and face were widely known in the media, and I didn’t want eyes on us.
Plus, Billie would appreciate having me to herself after having to share me with the world, our children, and families.
“Sweets, come on! We’re going to be late if you don’t hurry up.”
There was a knock on the door, and it was someone from the staff with the key card for the other room.
I thanked him just as Billie yelled, “Don’t rush me, Truce. I still need to pump. Why didn’t you wake me up earlier if you knew we had a schedule to keep.”
I smirked because I could hear the irritation in her voice. Billie was used to being the one to keep everyone on their toes and rushing folks. Now that the shoe was on the other foot, she wanted to catch an attitude. She didn’t say anything else, to stop herself from going off on me. It wasn’t my fault that after our movie she decided we should make one of our own, and we ended up falling asleep as the sun rose high in the sky.
I was tired too, but the show had to go on.
“You can pump when we get where we’re going. Just come on, woman.”
I looked at my burgundy silk pajama set in the floor-length mirror and smirked.
Although I wanted us to be comfortable, our underclothes and shit were still necessary. We would be around strangers, andI didn’t want no man looking at my woman, and I didn’t want some broad eyeing me either. Billie came out of the bathroom wearing a scowl.
I laughed, crossed the room, and took her into my arms.
“No, leave me alone.”
I kissed from her lips, along her jaw, and stopped when my lips reached her ear.
“No can do, Sweets. You know it’s whatever you want as long as I got it, but leaving you alone?” I shook my head and pulled back. “Nah.”
She smiled as her eyes rolled upward.
“Always slick talking somebody.”
I smirked and shrugged.
I pointed Billie toward her outfit for the day, and she looked at me up and down as if she just realized what I had on. She grinned, did her moisturizing skin care routine, then got dressed. As soon as she had her tank top on, I pulled her toward the door. Her breast pump bag was already at the door waiting for her.
