Page 36 of Valentine's Daddy To Go
“I saw you out here without anything to drink,” Brenda comments. “You have to stay hydrated in this heat.” She rests the ice cold drink on the little table by me. “I don’t want you get heat exhaustion on me, okay sweetie?”
“Okay, I promise to do better.”
“Good girl.”
“Thank you, Brenda. I really appreciate it.”
“No problem. Call if you need anything. I’ll just be in the kitchen getting food ready for later.” The elderly woman heads back inside, leaving me to my leisure. I’ve really grown to like Brenda. Nash told me after our first night that I should keep things pretty loose with Brenda. For example, I can wander in my lingerie or even less in front of her. Apparently, she’s been his maid for so long that they don’t really have any secrets.
It’s an interesting dynamic.
The problem for me is that I’m still getting used to the lifestyle. I really didn’t feel comfortable baring myself at all hours, in broad daylight too if needed. Honestly, the idea of having to be constantly on display for Nash was already nerve wracking enough especially because I only felt comfortable in casual, baggy outfits. Tight clothing has always awkward for me.
But the alpha male adores my curves. Even if I’m in the skimpiest underwear, he’ll swat at my ass and tell me I need to stop covering up around him. I know it’s a joke, but the fact that he loves my body so much has given me confidence to be more daring, even around the housekeeper. Now, I stride around in a bikini or something similarly small most days, and don’t blink an eye. I hope to god that Brenda hasn’t heard our ecstatic moaning from all rooms of the house, but at this point, I have to assume that she has. It’s shameless, but I’ve been having such a good time that I can’t evenfeelembarrassed.
After all, the past two weeks have been great. My days aren’t all necessarily the same. Sometimes, instead of hanging out by the pool, I’ll go to the mini-theater, bowling alley or for a session in the sauna. It’s really up to me once Nash leaves for work.
He’ll be back for dinner, which we eat together every night. Brenda is an amazing cook, and at this point, I’ve even joined her in the kitchen a few times. I told Nash that first night that if I lived here, I would spend a lot time toiling away in this kitchen. It’s not totally true because I don’t spend my every waking moment in the kitchen, but I do get in there every once in a while. It’s too state-of-the-art to be ignored, and Brenda makes good company. We chat idly, and she shows me how to use some of the really high tech gadgets.
But after dinner is when the sparks really fly. Nash has me is so many positions, some I didn’t even think I was capable of. For the first week, I was sore in all the right places and would wince whenever I sat down.
I’ve loved every second of being here. This is the life I never knew I needed.
I take a sip from the drink Brenda brought me. It’s the perfect mix of sweet and lemony. The cold liquid travels down my throat cooling my body like I hoped it would.
I put the glass back down on the table and settle myself in my chair. I put on enough sunscreen, so if I fall asleep, I won’t burn in the beating heat.
I might just do that. Take a nap, that is.
Last night’s festivities went on pretty late into the wee hours. At first, Nash promised we’d go to bed early because of his morning commitments, but he didn’t keep up his end of bargain. I guess it felt too good and he erupted so many times that I was surprised there was even any juice left by our fourth or fifth round.
It was fun, but it’s made a little more sleepy than usual. I could have kept sleeping after Nash and I had our morning session together, but I wanted to stay with him until he left.
But now, exhaustion is hitting me like a full-body blow.
I close my eyes, ready for a nap, when my phone rings. It’s probably Nash responding to my latest set of pictures. He texted me that he was going into a meeting, so his phone would be off. I thought of it as the perfect opportunity to spam his cell. That way, when he reopened it, it would be photo after photo of my exposed body by the pool.
The perfect crime.
I check the caller ID, and it’s Amy.
Amy!
Oh my goodness! I scramble to answer, not wanting to miss her.
“Hey girl,” I sing. “What’s up?”
I haven’t spoken to her in so long. I was supposed to call her and talk about all the crazy things that happened two weeks ago, but things got even crazier with me becoming Nash’s kept woman. There’s so much to catch her up on. My life has changed in ways neither one of us could have ever guessed.
I can’t believe I haven’t spoken to my best friend in over two weeks! How is that even possible?
“Nellie! Oh my God! How are you? What’s happening? Are you alive? Is everything okay? Tell me everything about your life. Spare no details. I want to hear it all,” she squeals.
Oh boy. I don’t know where to start. There are so many things I to share with Amy. The things that have happened arewayout in left field. My buddy isn’t judgmental, but she might be taken aback, that’s for sure. How to begin?
“So much has happened, honestly. I’m not sure if you’ll be able to handle it all.”
“Oh, you have no idea,” she says knowingly. “It hasn’t been exactly quiet on my front either.”
