My alarm sounds, but I curl into Heath’s warm body a little further. It’s been a few days since our pizza in bed, and more sex-a-thon. Actually since I’ve moved in with him, every single night has been a sex-a-thon. I’m tired, and sore, but I wouldn’t trade even a single moment of any of it.

“Remember, come home early tonight. We have to get everything ready for my parents visit. I have the maid coming over while you’re at work,” he explains.

I frown, not realizing that he even had a maid. I don’t know why I thought he kept this house clean on his own, but I did. I tip my head back and look up at his profile. He doesn’t allow that for long, turning his head to look directly into my eyes.

He presses his lips to my forehead and I blurt out my thoughts. “I didn’t know you had a maid, I don’t know what to think about that,” I admit.

Heath presses his lips to my nose and leans back slightly. “Sugar, you quit your job and you can be my sexy little maid,” he grins. “Until then, the time I get with you already isn’t enough, and I don’t want you to spend it cleaning. Now, mom and dad will be here tomorrow night. Food is set to be delivered today sometime. House will be cleaned. I’d like you to be home on time, after work, I have dinner on the back patio planned,” he grins.

My breath hitches as I notice the gleam in his eye. “Is it a naughty dinner on the patio?” I whisper.

Heath winks. “Is dinner ever not, naughty?” he asks.

I shake my head. Every single dinner we’ve had together, except for the first one, I’ve eaten completely nude, and usually with some part of his body inside of me. I shiver as I think back to last night when he made me sit on his cock, facing him, as he fed me my dinner of roast beef, potatoes, and carrots.

“It’s always fun,” I grin. He does the same, running his nose along mine, before he dips his chin and presses his mouth against my own. “I’ll be home on time,” I rasp.

His hand slams down against my ass, causing my body to jump and a yelp to escape my lips. “Go get ready, or I’m keeping you here and you can call in sick,” he grunts.

I roll out of bed and hurry to the bathroom. It doesn’t take me long to get ready. I’ve noticed since being with Heath, I don’t feel the need to wear a lot of makeup anymore, and my hair I keep simple. He likes it long, and straight, which is how it naturally comes so it completely works for me.

I put on the same wrap dress I wore about a week ago. The dress I was wearing when I had to work late and he met me in my bedroom, announcing that I would move in with him the next day. I smile as I take myself in, my gaze looking at my reflection. I have great memories in this dress with him, specifically taking it off for him.

It doesn’t feel like it was that short of a time ago, in fact, it feels like we’ve been together for months. I’ve never been so comfortable with another person in my entire life.

I should be nervous about meeting his parents tomorrow but I’m not, not even slightly. I also called my mother yesterday to tell her all about Heath, and she and dad are coming into town in a couple of weeks to meet him as well.

Being with Heath has been a whirlwind, but at the same time I’ve never felt so at peace before. He truly completes me, as cheesy as that sounds.

Hurrying downstairs I make my way toward the kitchen to find him, exactly where I expect to. He’s pouring some coffee in a travel mug for me, his beautiful ass on display. The man hates clothes, and that’s perfectly fine with me because he looks spectacular out of them.

He turns around quickly, his hand snaking out to wrap around my waist before he tugs me against his chest. His mouth slams down against my own, and his tongue fills me. His kiss is long, hard, and wet causing me to clench my thighs together.

“Come home soon, Sugar,” he rasps against my mouth.

My only response is a whimper. His lips travel down my neck, then his tongue tastes my collar bone, before he takes a step back. Slowly, I open my eyes and they travel down his muscled chest straight to his hard cock.

“Heath,” I whisper.

He grunts. “Go, Sugar before I keep you here.”

Turning around I hurry out the door, my mind occupied with his words, with his threat. However, right now it doesn’t feel like a threat. I would like to stay home, instead of going to work where I have to fight off my miserable boss’ advancements. My mind is in such a whirlwind of emotion, and thought, that all I can do is think about coming home to Heath.

When I arrive at the office, I keep my head down and focus on my tasks at hand for the day. Heath is not wrong, and he was right to give me a timetable to quit this place.

I should have walked out of here the first time Jordan came onto me, and definitely when he made it clear I was going to be forced to fuck him in front of his wife. He’s a dirty scumbag and I shouldn’t have been frightened of him.

I make a mental decision that today is my last day. I’d rather work somewhere else, for half of the pay, if it meant I wouldn’t have to deal with the likes of Jordan another minute.

“Hey girl, have a great weekend,” one of the secretaries calls out as she walks out of the office.

I freeze in my spot. I can’t believe that I forgot. Today is the day, Jordan said I had to be, ready to fuck. Oh I’ll be ready alright, ready to tell him to fuck off. Straightening my spine, I open the drawer where my purse is, and take it out, slinging the strap over my shoulder.

Marching toward Jordan’s office, I let out a breath when I arrive at his door.

I’m quitting, right here, right now.

I’m done.

I glance at my phone, checking the time again. I’ve texted Kinsley at least six times and left her two voicemails. She promised she’d be home early, and it’s past eight. I suck in a breath, looking from the street back to my phone.

Deciding I can’t wait any longer, I know that something is wrong. Our food is cold as it sits outside, but that’s not what has me upset. She said her boss was being flirty, and something tells me that’s the reason she’s late.

Walking over to the back door, I wrap my hand around the keys that hang there. They aren’t dusty, but only because my maid cleans them. I haven’t actually used the car in far too long. If I didn’t start it once a week to charge the battery, I probably wouldn’t even be able to go anyplace without calling an Uber, or a cab.

I plug in the address of her workplace into my GPS and speed toward her. The building looks dark when I arrive, but I can see her car in the parking lot, and one other. It’s a fancy sedan, and I know it must be the lawyers.

I practically jump out of my car after throwing the gear into park, and sprint toward the building. The front door is locked, so I hurry toward the back. Luckily, I find it unlocked.

Without even thinking, or making any type of plan I dart through the building. I don’t know where to find her, or where I’m going but I plan on tearing this whole fucking place apart until I have her in my arms again.

A noise, causes me to stop in my tracks, looking to the left, I notice that there’s light spilling from beneath a door. Running toward the door, I wrap my fingers around the handle and listen. I hear a familiar whimper and I push the unlocked door open.