Chapter 2: Expectations
Sheilas Pov.
I woke up in my bed with a severe headache. "What the hell did I do last night?" I mumbled quietly to myself, and I felt that my throat was sore too. This was so typical of me. Waking up with a hangover and not really knowing what I did the night before. No, I know that's not so responsible, but this is my life, my choices. I was about to get out of bed and take a shower when I felt an arm around my waist, and I was pulled back into his embrace. I was a bit guarded at first since last night was a blur, and it could be anyone lying next to my side.
"Okay, Sheila. Breathe. This is normal. You usually wake up next to different people," I babbled quietly and then looked over my shoulder so I could get a better look at who was holding me right now.
Oh. Right.
I saw Viktor's blonde hair, and I immediately remember last night. I had invited Karl and Viktor over to my place, and things got heated very quickly between us. Good times. I got a few flashes from how both men had pleased me together at the same time. Wild, yes, but that's how I like it. I want to feel the adrenaline shoot through my veins. I want my body to be set on overdrive and climax over and over again. I love to be pleased, and I loved to please.
I am not fond of cuddles in the morning, though, or never if I am honest. I'm just not a cuddly person. I am a; Hit it, then quit it, kind of person. So, I needed to get out of Viktor's grip right now because I was not here for this shit. I do not want to wake him up because I was not a morning person who enjoyed conversations.
I enjoyed my mornings in silence and would like to drink at least two cups of coffee before talking to anyone. I simply needed an hour to wake up. Least. In other words, I needed to do this quickly to save myself some time.
I carefully removed his hand from my waist, and with a quick movement, I pressed a pillow under his arm instead, and then I managed to free myself out of his grip.
"Finally!" I exhaled and then snuck into the bathroom next door. I saw my bra hanging on the door handle when I entered the bathroom. It was one of my favorites. I loved the black tip on it. I wonder how it got there of all places. But yesterday was pretty wild.
The bathroom was tiled in gray tones. One window laid straight ahead when you entered the bathroom and in front of it was a large white hot tub placed that seated four. The middle of the wall on the right was a wide bench with gray cabinet doors and a white marble countertop.
There were two gold sinks, and a huge mirror with a thin gold frame hung on the wall above the barrel. To the left was the shower; it was huge and covered a large part of the wall. There were two shower heads, one on each short side. The shower was glazed with frosted glass. All the details in the bathroom went gold.
I turned on the water in the shower and then let the water temperature adjust a few seconds before I went inside. Holy Moly, this is precisely what I needed. I stood under the showerhead and enjoyed the warm water that flowed over my body. I leaned my forehead against the wall and let the hot water embrace my sore body. As I stood enjoying my shower, I heard Viktor entering the bathroom. Bingo.
My body felt so good after the session in the shower, and I put on my white bathrobe before I headed out to the kitchen to have a bottle of water and to enjoy my long-awaited coffee. The kitchen was large and on the walls were kitchen cabinets that went all the way up to the ceiling. The kitchen counter had a white marble top, and the sink was in gold.
All kitchen doors were dark gray with gold knob handles. The fridge and freezer were hidden and built into the kitchen cabinets. There was a kitchen island in the middle of the room and a stove cooker hood hanging down over it in gold. There was also a balcony next to the kitchen, and next door was a big dining room. As you may have guessed already, I am very into gray and gold and marble. I also have a lot of sets of porcelain plates and bowls with matching glasses and mugs. So storage is essential to me. I think I have a hundred different settings now. I dare not count if I am, to be honest. But I never use them ...
I know, I have a problem. Are there any anonymous porcelain collectors' groups that I can attend? Hey. My name is Sheila, and I am a porcelain addict.
"I need to head over to work now," Viktor utters with a stressful voice as he entered the kitchen while he got his belt into his pants and then locked it. He continued to button his shirt and walks over, and kissed my cheek. He was a fine-looking man. 6'0 feet tall and a muscular body. He had short blonde hair cut into a military-style and always wore expensive jeans and labeled shirts.
"You were amazing like always. I cannot wait to see you again; we can go for dinner next time. I would love to take you out. Have a nice day, love." He smiles at me and then walks out to the hall, and then I heard the door shut behind him shortly after.
"Fuck:" I sighed. Now I need to stop seeing Viktor. He had never called me love before, and he should know I don't do the dating life. I have felt that he wanted something more, but I pushed those feelings away because he was an excellent f*CK. So this was sad since I needed to be free. I needed to be with whomever I wanted. Feelings just messed everything up, and I valued my freedom to do whoever I wanted when I wanted.
Oh well, it was nice while it lasted. I shrugged my shoulders and drank one cup of coffee in the kitchen and then walked out to the balcony and enjoyed smoking a cigarette while sipping on coffee cup number two. I began to wonder when Karl had left us last night because he usually stayed over until the morning. He rarely left in the middle of the night as he had done.
Shit. I saw the time on my phone was almost noon, and I am expected to be at Hilling to have lunch with Celine in 20 minutes. I put out the cigarette and then went in so I could call her right away. She answered after a signal, and we planned to meet in front of the restaurant in an hour instead. Perfect. After putting on some light makeup in my bathroom, I went into my walk-in closet to choose an outfit for the day.
My walk-in closet was in the colors white and gold. There were shelves built into both long sides with space to hang clothes and drawers to fold in and store clothes. One stand was for shoes only and so on. On one short side was a large mirror and on the other short side, I had my most acceptable branded bags neatly lined up. In the middle of the closet was a lovely stool with velvet upholstery. The floor was of white marble, and I had built the lamps into the ceiling. And I controlled the light by a switch on the wall by the door. Hilling's was a fancy lunch place, so I needed to dress up a little.
I chose a tight beige skirt of suede material that ended right above my knees, and it had a nice tying upwards. I picked a black blouse with long sleeves, and that shows off a little cleavage.
"I did not get my boobs done to hide them." I thought to myself and pushed them up a little extra. I was always insecure about my boobs growing up. All the girls in class and around me got them as soon as they hit puberty in their early teens. I waited and waited for mine to grow, but they never did; I was plat like a plank all through my teenage years. So I accepted the offer when my late husband offered to pay for having them done. They look natural, nothing crazy. They fit my body perfectly with a big c cup.
I went with gold for jewelry and chose a matching set from Versace with a necklace and a pair of earrings. I put on a pair of black heels from Balmain and then walked out to the hall, where I had my jackets in another closet. A long plain coat from Valentino in black and my handbag from Birkin in brown leather were the perfect addition to my outfit. October in New York, the weather was quite chilly, so I took a scarf from Hermes and wrapped it around my neck before I left the penthouse.
I got down to the garage unit and hoped into my new Tesla. I felt my excitement building up within me as I drove out from the unit. I hoped my favorite waiter was working today because I had not felt this generous for a long while.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone