I woke up. Just woke up. A quick check of time on my phone told me it’s fifteen minutes before the alarm. Great. Enough time for some lazy cuddling.

***

Sound of alarm. Good morning kiss. Cooking breakfast for her, while my mistress took a morning shower. A happy honeymoon routine.

***

Jogging through the park. I established the route at last.

Stretches. Calisthenics. Breakfast. Coffee. The daily picture from Bella.

She wrote to me last night about going out of town for a day. The picture said it all. Lifted pencil skirt, pulled down pair of red lace panties. Bella looked a bit irritated, busy and kind of tired. She took it in the hotel bathroom, most likely at the last moment before going out. It lacked a bit of her usual charm, but was a sight to see nonetheless.

I sent her a photo of the coffee cup back.

***

I was reading through the chat history of my contact list, when I got the message that really soured my mood.

Olivia: [Honey, can’t come over today]

Olivia: [Family stuff]

Me: [OK.]

Me: [will you be free for tomorrow?]

Olivia: [I hope]

***

Lazing around alone sucked. I felt my boredom raising its ugly head again.

Me: [hey, Counter Girl]

Me: [I’m bored, chat with me]

Counter Girl: [Sry.]

Counter Girl: [Busy.]

Crap.

***

I was bored. So fucking bored. Should I go for another walk? It was already dark outside. I checked the time. Huh, somehow it was past ten p.m. Maybe getting some early sleep is a better idea? A part of me really didn’t want to find unnecessary trouble right now. The part that liked to relax on Olivia’s lap. The part which enjoyed just talking to Claire. The one that wanted to connect with Bella more.

Sleep it was, then.

***

It would’ve been much more climactic if I woke up from having a nightmare. Heavens know I had enough stuff in my memory for a lifetime worth of those. But reality was, as usual, much more mundane. The thing that took me out of dreamland was my bladder, which was about to burst.

Unlawfully taken from Royal Road, this story should be reported if seen on Amazon.

Afterward, I just let myself fall into routine. Cold shower. Going out for a jog. Stretches. Contrast shower. Breakfast. Cup of coffee. Waiting for the daily dose of Bella.

I took another sip of my coffee. Mmm, nice. What should I do today to make myself busy? Going to the gym will kill a few hours, sure, but then what? Oh, right.

Me: [you still up for the evening?]

I slowly sipped my coffee, waiting for the answer. No response from Olivia. In fact, the message wasn’t even read. Well, shit. I felt more disappointed by this fact than expected. The wave of negativity washed over. Welcome boredom, my old friend.

My phone pinged with the arrival of the new message. Yet another photo from my dear club owner. Bella was in bed with a sleepy look on her face, her body was fully covered by the thin sheets. Very thin sheets. Only that and my intimate knowledge with her habit of sleeping naked gave this photo a potential status of the NSFW picture. The caption summarized it nicely.

Bella: [Lazy.]

I weighed down a few possibilities, and pressed the button for video call.

“Here for another show?” I heard the tired but still pleasant to my ears voice.

“Good morning to you too, my dear. How are you today?” I greeted her.

“Tired. Glad to be back already. A bit irritated at the guy who asks stupid questions.” She sighed. Whoever that guy was, I wonder. “Dear, do you have something urgent, or can it wait for a few more hours? I really want to sleep a bit longer.”

I looked at how she stifled down the yawn.

“Hm, it’s not particularly urgent per se,” I shrugged. “ I decompressed enough through these last few days to function again, and there are a few things I really need to discuss with you. Also, well, I really want to meet you face to face again. So, do you have some spare time today?”

“Oh, just to meet and talk?” she asked.

“Eh. It’s a good starting point. As for anything else, who knows? I would love a warm embrace as well, but it’s up to you,” I told her half-jokingly.

“Mmm. My schedule is pretty free until Monday…” Bella let the words linger, mulling over something. “As for anything else, it will depend on your behavior.”

“Is that a yes?” I decided to make sure.

“It is, indeed,” she smirked.

“See you soon then,” I answered with my own smile. “My dear.”

“Don’t make me wait for long. Dear.” And the call was cut off.

***

Bella knew me well enough, so I didn’t bother choosing any fancy outfit. A trusty pair of sweatpants and a hoodie would do just fine. With a pained heart, I chose a different pair of sneakers, though. Black and red. My color scheme according to her.

I took my keys and double-checked if I hadn’t forgotten to bring my wallet and/or phone. Everything in place. Well, I was good to go. I closed the door behind myself, walked down the stairs and went outside. Now, all that left for me was to remember where the heck did I parked the car yesterday

I found it quick enough, thank you past me for finding a spot close enough. But there was another unexpected thing waiting for my poor self. A scantily clad girl, maybe a young woman, with a heavy makeup on her face, was animatedly talking to someone over the phone, while leaning on the hood of my car.

My habit of evaluating women took over, and I did a quick once over. Eh. The result was ‘lacking out of ten’. She certainly was quite attractive, yes, it’s just that in comparison to either of the three women I had recent interactions with, she felt lacking.

“Hey,” I called out to the young woman.

She turned her head towards me, spared me the briefest moment of her attention, and turned back to the phone.

“Hey,” I repeated myself.

“Piss off, don’t you see I’m busy?” How rude of her.

“Sure, whatever you say, lady.” I shrugged. “Now, would you kindly get the hell away from my car? I’m in a kind of a hurry.”

Without waiting for a response from the dumbfounded girl, I took out the keys, opened the door, sat behind the steering wheel, and started the car. I made sure that she got away, and drove off.

I took out the phone and put Bella’s address into the navigator. She really liked her condo and used it frequently even twenty years later. I knew the way there by heart. Even if I was drunk or injured. But the city itself was different right now, and I wasn’t used to it yet. So better be safe than get lost and be late.