12:58 am:
With Aaliyah sound asleep in his arms, Mike followed close behind Jasmine as they made their way to her loft's door.
Today, the couple turned guardians took Aaliyah to Disney World.
The day after this little angel arrived at his woman's home, she begged both him and Jas to take her to Disney World since she and her mother have never been.
Without any hesitation, they both said yes and scheduled the trip that following Saturday, making it an all day affair.
Once Jasmine was standing directly in front of the door to their temporary home, she set down the multiple prizes Mike and Aaliyah won by her feet to get full access to her purse.
She reached inside the main compartment, pulling out her cluttered key ring.
She shockingly found the desired key within seconds, unlocking and opening the door.
Jasmine bent down and picked up the stuffed animals from off of the floor, motioning with her head for Mike to go inside first.
She closed the door quietly with her hip, flicking the living room light on with her right elbow.
"I'm gonna change her into her pjs and put her to bed. I'll see you in five," Mike whispered, getting a nod of approval from Jasmine.
A huge smile formed on her face as she watched Mike head down the hallway to Aaliyah's room.
Since Aaliyah became part of their lives a few days ago, she was unbelievably fortunate to be front and center and witness a whole other side of Mike unravel a little bit more each day.
Granted, they were only at the beginning of their guardian rope.
But, with her and Mike as a team, there was nothing she believed they would not be able to overcome.
With the stuffed animals still taken up residence in her arms, she made her way to Aaliyah's bedroom, strategically setting them down on her bright pink bean bag chair in the corner of the room.
Mike laid the blankets over Aaliyah, gently tucking her in so he wouldn't disturb her.
Jasmine bent down next to her head, giving her a tender kiss on her temple.
"Night Munchkin. I love you."
She stood upright, taking Mike's hand in hers, leading the way to their bedroom.
The moment they were both over the threshold, Mike closed Aaliyah's door halfway to be able to hear if she calls out for the both of them.
Instead of hopping right into bed, Jasmine stood in front of her dresser mirror, removing her black baseball cap, setting it into the first available space her hazel eyes could find.
"I gotta admit, today was pretty fuckin' awesome," Mike stated, giving her a kiss on the back of her head.
"It was. Seeing her smile the way she did today is something I will never forget. I just hope we can be the cause of countless more."
"We will be. You'll see," he replied, bringing his hands to her neck, squeezing and kneading her tense muscles.
"Holy shit, Jas. You're all knotted up. Those kiddie coasters are no joke. The way it throws a person's body around like a god damn rag doll."
"No, it's not from today Mike. My neck has been killing me long before that. I guess being parked behind a desk ten hours a day, five days a week is finally starting to catch up to me."
"Babe, why haven't you said anything sooner? I would've been more than happy to give my girl a deep tissue massage," he breathed into her ear as his teeth gently took hold and bit the end of her left ear.
She giggled, moving away from his body, bringing herself closer to the front of the dresser.
"I figured if I'd ignore it, it will go away eventually."
"There's no need to ignore it anymore because I'm gonna loosen those muscles for you right here and now. Get undressed and get in bed. I'm gonna give you a massage."
"Okay. I have plenty of lotions at your disposal. Just help yourself to whichever."
"Oh no, Jas. We're gonna do this right. You got any oils?"
She nodded, pulling her black hair tie out of her long hair.
"I do. Underneath the bathroom sink."
"Alright. I'll be right back."
Jasmine stripped down to nothing, bringing herself over to her bed.
She regathered her hair in her hands, securing her long locks with the hair tie she originally used earlier today, creating a high ponytail.
She grabbed a pillow away from the headboard, placing it up under her head as she laid across her matress and covered her lower half of her body with her white down feathered blanket.
Mike returned a couple of minutes later dressed in only his boxers with a large bottle of lavender scented body oil in his hands.
"I was about to send out a search party. What took you so long?," she teased as he climbed up onto the bed and straddled her waist.
"I had to heat up the oil, Jas."
He tilted the bottle, dripping the oil down her entire spine, the intense heat causing her body to jerk upwards.
He pressed his hands to her back and began rubbing the oil into her skin.
"Shhh, relax baby."
"Okay," she breathed as she coiled her arms around her pillow, allowing herself to adjust to the heat.
His strong hands dug and wove into her sore muscles, causing her to moan loudly into the pillow.
"Jesus christ Mike, that feels so incredible," she whined, putting a smile on his face.
"You always say how good I am with my hands," he replied, sliding his hands up to her neck.
"Mmmm, that you are..."
Mike lifted his hands off of Jasmine's body, pouring more oil into his hands.
With his left hand, he peeled the blanket off and away from Jasmine's body.
He rubbed his hands together, coating both of them equally with the oil.
"Why'd you stop?", Jasmine asked, lifting her head off of the pillow.
He moved his right hand between her legs, his fingertips gently rubbing against her lower lips.
"Mike, what.."
"Shhh.."
He moved his fingertips further inside of her and began rubbing her clit.
Jasmine looked over at the open bedroom door as she bit down onto the pillow to muffle her building cries of pleasure.
As his index finger continued to rub at her swelling clit, he thrust his middle, ring, and pinkie finger inside of her, firmly stroking her moistening walls.
"Mike, thos..those muscles don't need to be worked at the moment," she stated, feeling his fingers go deeper, reaching her g-spot.
"I beg to differ because your body is giving me the opposite message."
Her nails dug deeper and deeper into the pillow, beginning to rip at the seam of it.
With his free hand, Mike lifted Jasmine's ass off of the bed and into the air as high as it could go.
Without warning, Mike thrust his tongue inside of Jasmine, greedily drinking up her delectable nectar.
She couldn't hold back any longer and she began mercilessly riding his tongue.
"That's it, baby. Come on. Fuck my tongue," he muffled into her now dripping pussy.
"Fuck, Mike... Please, please don't stop.."
He pursed his lips together, violently sucking her soaked center.
Her knees buckled and she collasped onto the bed, feeling her walls violently contract around his tongue causing her to scream into the pillow.
Mike finally pulled his tongue out of her and he crawled up her body.
She turned her head, giving him a deep passionate kiss before laying her head back down onto the pillow.
"Mmm, that was one hell of a massage," she stated as he laid down next to her.
He laughed, nodding in aggreement.
"My mouth is ready for round two. How 'bout you? Are you ready to go again?"
"Yes, but on only one condition."
Jasmine got up and closed the bedroom door.
"Now I'm ready," she climbed back onto the bed, straddling Mike's face.
The entire building was all gathered into one room, eagerly waiting to meet the new boss.
Kayla and Monica sat next to Jasmine of course.
"Do you know anything about this guy," Jasmine directed her question to both women.
"His name is Vernon Pierce. He's crazy rich and he just bought his third professional basketball team. No kids. Never been married," Monica replied, recieving a smile from her best friends.
"What? I like to know who I'm workin' for and most importantly, if I have a chance."
Vernon entered the room, causing everyone to stand up at the same time except the three women.
"Please, you all can have a seat."
Once everyone was sitting down, they were finally able to get a good look at their new boss.
"Holy fuck, he's gorgeous," Monica whispered.
Vernon was a clean shaven dark skinned man who stood at 6'5 easily. His build was impeccable and he had a very warm welcoming smile.
"Don't you think he's gorgeous, Jas?", Monica asked as she squirmed in her chair.
"He's handsome, sure."
"He's perfect. That's a face meant to be sat on."
Kayla and Jasmine nudged their friend at the same time, struggling to hear what their new boss was saying.
The meeting was cut short since Vernon did not want to take time away from everyone's job and throw anything and everything off schedule.
"Traci, who is that woman with the teal blouse right over there," Vernon asked, bringing his assistant's attention over to Jasmine, Kayla, and Monica.
"That's Jasmine Michaels. She's one of our top columnists here."
"Is she spoken for?"
"Sorry to disappoint Mr. Pierce, but she is."
"She's married?"
"No, but.."
"Then, she's technically not spoken for. Excuse me," he replied, making his way over to Jasmine.
With Jasmine not too far behind, Aaliyah ran into Mike's furniture store, finding him in the back room where he was in the middle of creating a canopy bed.
She threw her arms around his waist, causing him to jump.
"Hey A, you guys are here earlier than I thought you would be," he said, putting down the tool he had in his hand onto the table next to him.
He threw a large white sheet over the project, bringing his attention back to Aaliyah.
"I wanted to leave the park."
"What why?"
"The girls there were making fun of my hair."
"What? Why would they make fun of your hair? Your hair is beautiful," he gave her a warm smile as his hand played with one of her tendrils.
"Not to them it's not. What are you making. Can I help?"
"Well, since today is a slow day, I've decided to make something for Aunt Jas."
"What are you making her?"
"I'm making her a brand new bed. Your aunt has got a thing for canopy beds, and I wanted to make one for her. But, you can't tell her though, it's a surprise, okay?"
"Okay, I won't."
Jasmine reached the back room, making her way over to Mike and giving him a kiss.
"Hey handsome."
"Hey gorgeous. How was your day?"
"It was okay. I met my new boss."
"Oh yeah? What was he like? Do I have to worry?", he teased.
"Not at all. I only have eyes for one man and one man only."
He wrapped his arm around her, giving her another kiss.
He looked down at Aaliyah who had her hands over her eyes.
"A told me what happened in the park."
"She finally broke down and told me what happened after we were long gone. That won't go unresolved, I can promise you that. No one picks on my munchkin and gets away with it."
"Agreed. But, does your plan involve taking out a couple of nine year old girls because mine absolutely does," he joked.
"No. I have a slightly different approach."
Later That Night:
"Babe, when can I open my eyes? I want to see the two surprises you have in store."
"You can open 'em."
Mike opened his eyes, taking in the breathtaking sight before him.
Jasmine no longer had her weave in and her natural beautifully curly brown shoulder length hair was on perfect display.
"What do you think?"
"Even more gorgeous than before. What made you want to take out the weave?"
"Aaliyah. I want to show her to love who she is and accept what God gave her. What better way to start by accepting who I am? Some people, like those girls who were bullying her at the playground today, just can't accept when someone is different from them, but that's okay. There's many types of beauty on the spectrum, and Aaliyah is on there."
Mike motioned with his right pointer finger for her to come to him.
She quickly climbed onto the bed, straddling his waist.
"I couldn't agree more. What's the second surprise?"
Jasmine held out her oversized gray t-shirt that marketed his business on the front and back of it.
"I ordered a couple of options that you and your employees could wear. I figured I could model 'em for you."