49. Flawless

**49. Flawless**

***Point of View: Ceasar Millan ***

Point of View: Ceasar Millan

A weird sensation passes through my body and my eyes open up to it in irritation.

I realized it’s the 7 AM alarm buzzing on my apple watch.

I shut it down and as I turn, my breath caught into my throat while I notice ripples of dark hair cascading around my biceps.

Fuucckkkk!

Not just anyone’s hair.. It was Joycelyn’s hair.

My heart beats as fast as a Bugatti racing engine as I see the woman of my dreams sleeping in my arms. I couldn’t help but remember her rejection, and how I drowned my pain in whiskey.

And then, all I wanted was to see her one more time and I went to her room, then blank.

I am fixated on her, like glue, and can’t help but marvel at how someone can look so stunningly beautiful, even while drooling. Her beauty is utterly captivating.

*She is like poetry in the form of a human.*

My fingers lift to her face and I push out a lock of her hair as it comes in between my view. Her longer lashes cast shadows on her cheeks and I wish I could kiss each one.

My eyes drift to her small button nose and a desire to see my child with that cute nose makes me smile stupidly. I couldn’t understand how such a simple feature could add beauty to an already flawless face.

And her lips, they appear soft and full, reminding me of their taste from last night when I couldn’t resist kissing her in front of media. I let my passion take over and indulged in savouring her lips without a care in the world.

And now, I long to kiss her again, but I don’t want to wake her up.

I lean in closer and press my lips on her forehead. “Mine. My wife.” I whisper, overcoming with joy and feeling the little fluttering in my chest.

I can’t believe I am so lucky to have her. She is like a dream come true, who not only brought luck in my life but gifted me with a child and a family that I long craved for.

Words seem to fail to describe how much happy she makes me feel, and how much I love her presence in my life.

All I know is, I want to spend the rest of my life with her, watching her grow more beautiful with each passing day.

As I watch her sleep soundly, I gradually withdraw my arm from beneath her, only to feel a prickling sensation in my hand from lack of blood flow. I slowly stand up and my eyes widen as I stare at my lower naked body.

A shock passes through me as I notice I am not wearing anything. My pants and underwear are lying on to the floor along with red torn panties.

Alcohol drains from my system and blood pumps into my head as it starts doing a hundred calculations at a time, all resulting in one answer…

*We did the deed last night!*

A thrill passes through my body and I feel a jerk in my cock at the thought of sleeping with the girl I have dreamed about for months.

“Fuck! We had sex and I was fucking drunk to even remember it!” I brush my last-night-I-had-sex hair and breathe deeply.

My chest heaves with excitement, nervousness and anxiety as I look at the sleepy girl beside me and pray that I gave her an amazing night too.

*I hope I made her come.. At least TWICE!*

My watch again buzzes and this time I carefully shut it off instead of hitting snooze. My work time has started, but I don’t want to leave my beautiful wife sleeping alone.

A part of me wants to make her a fruit juice or maybe a sandwich, coz I might have exhausted her with our passionate night. But first, she needs to have a good sleep before we might do it again in all our senses.

I reluctantly get out of the bed, pick my pants and underwear, to get ready to lead my business.

. . .

As I step into my office, the air hits differently on my face. I feel my skin glowing, my hair shining more and I feel ten years have melted away from my skin.

*Having sex feels amazing! Especially with the one you have been jerking off for months.*

“Rise and shine, all my lovely ass-sociates.” I sparkle like a glitter ball as I greet my employees, instead of demanding updates.

They startle and stare at look at me like I hit my head on a unicorn, but I don’t give a flying fart. I am feeling fantastic and nobody can kill my vibe.

As I sit in my chair, I can’t help but feel like I won a trillion bucks. I never knew having an awesome sex can get you in such a good mood.

I feel like I am on top ten richest people in the world and I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot.

The door of my cabin opens, and my secretary walks in. “Good morning, sir. Your morning coffee.” She saying keeping the tray of mug in front of me.

I look at her with joined eyebrows. “Coffee? I don’t need it.” I scoff and motion her to take it back.

She gives me a strange look before grabbing the tray. If it were yesterday, and she didn’t bring me my full mug of expresso, I would have fired her faster than a cannonball.

But today is different.

I had sex after two months.. I don’t need a coffee, coz I am high on fucking testosterone?

I open a new tab on my laptop and google, *’How soon is to tell someone I love you?’*

It’s not like I want to go tell her immediately coz she had an amazing sex, coz that would be too cliche. Maybe I’ll wait until tomorrow morning, that way it will be after a full 30 hours.

In the noon, my employees all stare at me with curious expression, as I step into the cafeteria with a gleaming face like a disco ball.

I wonder if they can tell I have had some amazing sex. I feel like I am glowing from the inside.

My product manager walks up to me and slowly whispers in my ear, “Sir, everyone is talking about your shoes.”

I glance down and notice, I am wearing one black shoe in one foot and brown shoe in another. I didn’t realize I did this mistake as I was too distracted this morning to notice anything.

“That’s fashion.” I tell him and walk out from there before other people spot my fashion disaster.

Like an employee, I couldn’t wait for the office hours to end so I can go home and see my beautiful wife again. We have a lot to talk and catch upon from last night.

My mind desperately thinks about Joycelyn until I get to my condo and find her having dinner alone, while watching the House of Dragons on the TV.

My heart thuds manically as her eyes drawn to me and she quickly looks away with a pink radish face. And it confirms the passion burning in between us from last night.

“Hi.” I greet her.

“Hey.” She greets me.

*Hmm.. We are doing good!*

“How was your day?” I ask her as she focuses on her chicken than the cock.

“Umm.. Good. And yours?” She asks looking at me.

“Good. I thought you will be tired. You know, from all the exertion I put you through last night.” I try to suppress my chuckle and smirk at her.

“No. I am fine.” She replies with a smile.

*Huh? Really?*

“So, no tiredness or soreness at all?” I ask her, seriously this time.

“No.”

“Are you sure? Because having sex after pregnancy can make you feel exhausted more.” I caution her. I don’t want her to neglect her health even for a day.

“What? Sex?” Her eyes widen at me. “We didn’t have any sex last night.”She retorts, her face turning beet red.

“Wait what? You don’t remember having sex with me either?” I ask her as confusion plasters on my face like paint.

Joycelyn rolls her eyes at me as she says, “Ceasar. Nothing happened. We just kissed and you came in our pants.”

What?