Page 22 of Lordes

“Oh.” I wondered why I didn’t know that.

“I really don’t sleep this late. I’m sorry.” Why was I apologizing to this man?

“It was my fault. I wake you up from your sleep twice. Last time was about five. I remember climbing off of you and looking over at the clock. It was a little after five in the morning.”

How could I forget? He fucked me three times. That’s why my lower lips are swollen. I hadn’t had sex in two years and then ending up having it three times in one day. Not to mention unprotected all three times. I was going down in the hall of fame of stupid.

“I need to shower.” I dreaded having to put on that evening dress again. I was going to look so crazy.

“I went to Target while you were asleep.” It was the only store nearby that was open early. “I bought a lot things that I thought would look good on you but I don’t know how to shop for women. Please don’t hold that against me.” He extended his hand to the couch full of big red cloth Target shopping bags.

I was speechless for a moment. I had men buy me things but never clothes. It was so considerate even if the stuff was ugly and didn’t fit.

“You left and came back?” I don’t know why I said it. I should’ve said thank you.

“Yeah.” Lord picked my bathrobe of the edge of the bed where I didn’t even notice it. He handed it to me. I took it and put it on while still sitting on the bed. “I did the best I could. I looked for the sizes in your clothes and your shoes and grabbed a few things.”

“Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me until you see the gear. You could hate it.”

Even if I hated it I wouldn’t let him know. I had manners. This was so awkward for so many reasons. He stayed and I was confused. I’m blocked out the sex because there is no way I can think about that right now. Like whoa!

Lord sat in a chair at the small table. He had a newspaper and was casually flipping through it.

“Hey, I know you’re hungry. Room service should be here in about twenty or thirty minutes. I ordered pretty much everything because I didn’t want to wake you up.”

“You could’ve.”

“No way. You look so pretty when you sleep.”

An odd compliment but decided to just say, “Thanks.”

I made my way over to the couch and started going through the bags of clothes. There was a pretty decent array of things to choose from, panties, bras, sandals, gym shoes, tanks, a few sundresses, denim shorts and a few blouses. It appeared everything was the right size. There was only on bag with men’s things, a pack of underwear, some dark denim jeans and short sleeve tan shirt, an Al Pacino Scarface t-shirt, and some loafers.

I looked over near the T.V. and there were flowers, a large bouquet of red and pink roses sitting on the chest of drawers.

“Where did the flowers come from?”

“Target. They’re for you.”

I paused too long but finally I said. “Thank you.” This man had phenomenal sex and was considerate. He has money and isn’t cheap. Most men with real money aren’t so generous. I’m not sure I should count this man. But he was winning me over and that was hard to do.

He read his paper in silence and I scurried into the bathroom with underwear and a bra in hand. I entered the bathroom and locked the door. Something told me not to trust this man even after the night we shared. He was too good too be true. I wanted to put my guard down but it was up. I had seen men act a damn fool. I had seen men jump out of their bodies. I only knew two men I could trust, my father and brother. I took a quick shower and made sure my hair didn’t get wet.

Lord was dressed in jeans and the Scarface t-shirt so I went with a relaxed look also. I was able to dress in the bathroom. I grabbed a cute green sundress and a pair of flat sandals.

When Lord looked at me he smiled. It was the first time he showed flashed anything but his passive expression. He smile was everything. This man better leave me alone before I turn into a whole fool.

He closed the paper and leaned back. “We’re dressed in our Target fashions. So what should we do next?”

“I don’t know. What do you want to do?” He’d done everything right so far. I was willing to go wherever he led me.

“Is it up to me?”

I shrugged.

“So you trust me to plan the rest of the day.” He asked.

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