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Forgiveness. That's what I'm practicing now, I need to forgive Evan for kissing my woman but it won't be something that I would forget. I stole Bonnie's phone while she was in the bathroom to look for his number and texted him to meet me at the café near my job while I'm on my lunch break. I didn't go into specifics as to why I wanted to meet up, but he agreed to anyway and now here I am waiting for him to show up and if he doesn't soon I'll have to leave not because of his tardiness, but because I have to work. He comes ten minutes before my break is over and apologizes saying that he got caught up in something. Now unlike Bonnie, I'm not one to beat around the bush so I just come right out and say what I have to say.
"Bonnie tells me that you kissed her a few months ago and-"
"Listen about that, I don't know what I was thinking. I feel bad for doing it because it seems like ever since then she's been ignoring me."
So if Bonnie continued to talk to you, you wouldn't have regretted it. Interesting. "I just want you to know that I do not appreciate what you did and I cannot stand the fact that you ever put your lips on hers, but I forgive you for kissing my lady, but let's not let that happen again."
"Gotcha."
"Great, now if you'll excuse me, I have to head back to the office."
I stand and he does as well and I extend my hand to which he took and I gave him a good squeeze shaking his hand before walking away.
Man that felt good and it actually made me feel a lot better about this whole thing and to add to my happy mood, Bonnie decides to pay me a visit, I watch her talk to Tyler for a little assuming it was about the baby then she turned to me but I acted as if I didn't notice her presence.
"Excuse me, sir," she whispered in my ear, "I'm looking for my very sexy fiancé, do you know where he might be?"
Before I had the chance to say something back she sits on my lap and kisses me.
"Ma'am what about your very sexy fiancé?" I question against her damn good lips.
"Forget him, I'd rather have you."
We smile and kiss again and this time I'm assuming a little more… Non-office appropriate from the clearing of the throat by Tyler.
"Can you two just get married and fuck already so this whole 'I want you' phase can drift away?"
Bonnie chuckled and apologized but I kissed her again anyway.
"I should tell you," I say running my thumb back and forth across her cheek, "that I met up with Evan today."
"Really?"
"Yes, and we didn't fight or anything, we just had a nice discussion."
"And by "nice discussion" you mean…?"
"A nice discussion, I told him that I didn't appreciate what he did and that it better not happen again or I'll kick his pretty little ass."
"Stefan,"
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Oh and next time I curse, smack me."
She chuckled. "Why?"
"I read a verse today that read, "Out of the same mouth come praise and cruising. My brothers and sisters, this should not be.""
"Interesting,"
"John 3:10."
"So I get to slap you every time you curse?" She said smiling. "This is great because you curse at least five times a day."
"I do not,"
"Can it be a hard slap?"
"Try it out once then we'll see."
"Ah, this just made my day. I gotta go, but I'll see you."
She kissed me then waved Tyler goodbye but before she made it out the door, my boss exited his private office and gave her a hug—a long hug might I add—then she went on her merry way.
"It looks like you're gonna have to have a talk with him next."
I chuckled but inside I knew it was true.
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When I arrive home, Bonnie caught me by surprise when I spotted her in only a tank top and panties. I take the time to admire her ass and I know she forbids me from pinching so instead I just run my hand along it and turning her around.
"Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie. What am I going to do with you."
She wraps her arms around my neck and shrugs.
"Love me? Kiss me? Marry me?"
"I'll do all three,"
I connect our lips and just pull her petite body closer to me.
"I love you."
"I love you too."
We kiss a while longer before I let her go so I could change and like always catch up on my recent events. I consider myself blessed when the anchorman reported a crash on 72, the highway that I take when I come home glad that I avoided it but I pray for those affected.
"My parents are coming over for dinner," Bonnie announces walking in.
I watched her remove her shirt then disappear in the closet only to return a minute later in an aqua dress.
I hold out my arms and she fills the space between.
"What time is dinner?"
"Seven." She says then starts kissing my neck.
"What are we having?"
"Beer battered shrimp…homemade fries… and homemade burgers,"
"What about... eating right?"
"It wouldn't be a diet unless you cheat." She says then goes back to my neck.
"Not that I'm not enjoying every second of this, but are you trying to give me a hickie before your parents come?"
"Maybe… maybe not."
I allow her to kiss me a few more times before I pull her up and connect our lips scared that she would actually mark my skin. We kiss for a while then I pull away to get ready for dinner with my soon-to-be in-laws. Bonnie puts on some makeup beside me while I fix my hair in the bathroom mirror.
"Why are you putting on makeup? You're beautiful without it."
"That may be true, but I'm more beautiful with it."
I take the eyelash curler thing out of her hand so I could gain her attention.
"Could you grant your fiancé a wish?"
"That all depends on what this wish is."
"I wish and would love for you to not wear makeup at our wedding."
She laughs. "You can't be serious."
"I am,"
"I'm sorry, chicle, but your wish is not my command."
"Come on, please?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"But I'm your favorite,"
She rolls her eyes. "How about this, I would wear makeup but natural makeup only; browns and tans."
"Deal, but only if you take your makeup off now."
"Fine, but I'm leaving on the eyelashes, they took too long to put on."
I watch as she takes off the makeup with a wipe and I gather her face in my hands once it's all off.
"You are beautiful. I hope our kids turn out to look like you… actually, I don't because I would hate to kick some punk kid's ass for hitting on my daughter."
She pulls me in for a kiss only to pull away and slap me. I was about to question her why, but then I remember.
"Was that the hard slap?"
"Yeah,"
"Okay, let's not do that again."
"Aw, I'm sorry." She says smiling so I'm not sure if she meant it or not.
She kisses away the pain and when I meet our lips, the doorbell sounds and she hopes off the counter to answer the door while I finish with my hair.
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