Chapter Ninety-Six: I Have Made Up My Mind

Despite only four hours of sleep, I woke up feeling good and refreshed this morning. I’m a little achy from all the sex last night, but as always, it was worth it. I let Wyatt sleep. It’s uncommon for me to be up before him. I’m whipping up a feta, onion, and red pepper omelette for breakfast; it’s one of my specialties. I also cut up some fresh fruit to have with some Greek yogurt.

I planned to have breakfast in bed with Wyatt before we started preparing for work. My plan isn’t going to work because, by the sound of it, Wyatt is up. Surprisingly, he slept until this hour. He typically wakes up between five and six, but it’s past seven now.

I can hear him coming through from my bedroom.

“Good morning, kitten. Why didn’t you wake me?” he asks, coming into the kitchen.

I glance over my shoulder at him and smile. “Good morning, handsome. I wanted to let you sleep.”

My attention returns to the food. He approaches from behind, wrapping his arms around me and leaving a warm kiss on the back of my neck. Closing my eyes, I inhale deeply.

“Can I help, sweetness?”

He brushes my hair away and kisses the side of my neck this time. A soft moan escapes my lips.

“Could you please brew a fresh pot of coffee?”

“I can do that. That looks great.”

“Thank you.”

He pecks my cheek before pulling away. I finish and then split the omelette in half. One between us is enough because there’s a lot of filling. I arrange them on a plate and bring them to the table to join the other food. Wyatt joins me, two coffee mugs in hand.

We settle in at the table. I smile because I like it when we sit down and have breakfast together. I’m making an effort to avoid being distracted by Wyatt, who is not wearing a shirt.

“Couldn’t you have worn a shirt or something?” I question, raising an eyebrow.

With a smirk, he replies, “Nope. What fun would that be? What is the matter? Is my exposed chest making it hard for you to focus?”

I say, rolling my eyes.

“If I weren’t hungry, I’d come over and spank your pretty little rear for your attitude,” he says with a chuckle.

“Hush and eat your breakfast.”

I give him my sweetest smile before we concentrate on our breakfast. He seems to be enjoying it. It’s nice to cook for him since he usually does most of the cooking. The silence during our meal is comfortable. I have something to discuss with him, but it can wait until after breakfast.

It doesn’t take long. Wyatt insists on cleaning up, and while he does, I run us a bath. I would have preferred a shower, but we have time for a bath. I need to behave myself today; my body is still recovering from last night.

I put in some bubbles and make sure we have everything we moved. He keeps suits for work here. His clothes are taking up nearly half of my closet. I’m preventing him from having to constantly change clothes every time he spends the night. Some of my things are also at his place.

“The bath is ready,” Wyatt says, popping his head into the room.

I will be through in a minute. Nodding, he makes his way into the bathroom. I gather the towels to take with me. Talking to him in the bath sounds like a good idea. He’s already relaxing in the bath, waiting for me when I arrive.

Wyatt is watching me as I undress entirely. He gazes hungrily at my exposed form, groaning and licking his lips in appreciation of what he sees. Smiling, I wink at him before slipping into the tub with him. He wraps his arm around me, pulling me closer. I press my back against his stomach.

“Thanks for breakfast, beautiful.”

“You’re enough for me.”

“I’m making this up for you,” he whispers, kissing my bare shoulders.

You’re skilled in that area. No one has ever made me meals as good as Wyatt’s has. He is a man of many talents.

“Thanks,” he replies.

Grabbing a sponge, he soaks it in water, squirts my favorite body wash on it, and starts washing me thoroughly. My eyes close, and I enjoy it.

Then my answer. I say nervously, “Your answer for what?”

He regarding the party.

“Okay. Remember, no matter what your answer is, it is okay,” he reminds, caressing my stomach with his fingers.

“I want to go, but only if you promise that if it isn’t for me, we can leave without any questions or issues.”

“My thing I won’t know unless I try, promise, anytime you want to leave, we can. Are you certain you want to come? You’re not just agreeing to make me happy, are you?”

“I do want to go, I promise.”

“Perfect. We’ll go shopping Saturday morning. You need an outfit and a necklace.”

“Where do you buy necklaces?”

“I know a guy—Vina knows a guy to buy chokers from?”

“I mean, you should know by now I have a guy for everything. I only deal with people I know and trust.”

It makes me wonder what else he has a person for.

“Okay. What should I wear?”

“Shouldn’t it be you who picks?”

He trailed his hands down my legs, his breath hot against my ear, whispering, “We’ll get you either a leather dress or a sleek, black one and some knee-high boots to match.”

“You’re the boss.” “Yes, sir. Whatever you want.”

“I want that because you are going to look so damn sexy in those items. I will be the envy of every other man.”

“Other men looking at me, though.”

“Which is why you’ll always be by my side. If any man stares at you for too long, I won’t be pleased,” he hisses.

His possessiveness oddly excites me, perhaps too much. Cole attention will be on you—because you know better.” He growls and bites my shoulder. I quiver and whimper. I don’t even need to look at another man, Wyatt is more than enough for me. I don’t think there’s anyone else like him, at least not attending.

“I told you you’d like it, but we’ll see when you get there. Make sure to sit down and chat with the other submissive who will be…”

“I will. I am still new to all this; it would be good for me.”

I want to be accepted into the community because it is a big part of Wyatt’s life.

“It would be. Befriending some of them is something you should consider. It provides someone you can talk to, as I understand you might not be able to confide in our friends about this.”

“Things go, but we should wrap things up since we need to leave shortly.”

“We can talk about it further tonight on our date.”

“We have a date tonight?”

Tilting my head back, I look up at him. “I look forward to it.”

He leans down, gently kisses me, and whispers, “Me too.”

I’m anxious about Saturday, but I hope to relax quickly.