Today started off like any other day. I woke up at 0230, snuggled with my wife a bit before I kissed her, rolled out of bed, and began my routine with a light stretch. I noticed that she smelled differently today, but I brushed it off as just another lotion because the store probably didnt have her usual. After my stretch I headed down the hall to begin my security check and noticed that Jessica's door was wide open.
This was odd because ever since she started at the local university she's turned into a very private girl and usually slept with the door closed. I poked my head in to make sure she was alright, saw her sound asleep under the covers, and closed the door before continuing to the stairs.
"Must've been one hell of a party," I mumbled to myself remembering her night out on the town with Lynn last night.
I got down to the kitchen, boiled some water for my morning tea, and headed straight to my study where I'd be for the next few hours preparing for my day. By 0500 I had worked through some negativities that were stacking up to ruin my day to day, knocked out my cardio and weights, did my meditation, and reviewed the list of items that would begin my work day. It was time for breakfast and a shower.
After bacon and eggs I prepared the coffee pot for my wife complete with a sticky note that said "Extra cinnamon. Just the way you like it. Hit start and have a beautiful day, Love." Before heading back up to shower I threw together some breakfast options for Jessica and left a bottle of water and the Aspirin on the counter with a note that said "I know you were safe, so I hope you had fun last night, baby girl. I love you. -Dad" This was arguably my favorite part of my morning routine. It's the small things that make someone's day before it ever begins and I loved starting my day with these small things for them.
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"How was work, Honey," asked Jordan before I ever closed the door.
"Long," I said sternly as I hung up my coat. "My secretary quit, the studio lost power, my top editor is threatening to walk, and I found out that my accountant is stealing from the company."
"That's horrible," she replied with a concerned tone.
"Wow. You look amazing," I said nervously. I was so wrapped up in my day that I hadn't even noticed her yet. Her fine, brown hair was ironed out and flowing down her back. Her beautiful neck was completely exposed and adorned with a black lace choker. She wore a fine, black satin dress that hugged every curve of her slim, hourglass figure down to her thighs. She didn't have shoes on, but her left ankle wore a diamond and lace anklet that I bought her for Christmas several years ago. "What's the occasion?"
"You know the occasion, baby," she sassed as she slowly, seductively approached me with her hands behind her back.
