MIMI

The Night Awaits



The Night Awaits

*WARNING: The following content may contain mildly mature content that may not be suitable for younger audiences.     

After hours of lovemaking, the dinner Mimi had made that night eventually went cold. It was never once touched as the two spent the entire night in Tobias's bedroom. It still had been early in the morning before the two had to go to work. While Tobias was getting dressed, Mimi rested on her stomach and admired the man's sexy body.     

"So, you were invited to a gathering?" Mimi propped her chin on her palms while her eyes roamed every inch of his firm, gorgeous body. She smiled at the sight of her love marks and scratches on his back.     

Tobias grunted before pulling down a white undershirt from a shelf in his closet. The shirt slipping over his head covered his back muscles that were once bare to her. While doing so, Mimi noticed the dim expression on his face. It was the first time she saw him look so restless.     

"Do you hate this person?" Mimi's question was as blunt as her expression.     

"What?"     

"Your wrinkles are showing." Mimi pointed her finger to the middle of her brows.     

"Ah…" Tobias touched his forehead absently and sighed. "I wouldn't say hate. But it's rather troublesome to deal with…and I genuinely have no desire to meet this person."     

Unable to contain his irritability, Tobias hold on the wooden dresser tightened. His jaw clenched. In the midst of his inner turmoil, a pair of arms wrapped around his back and hugged his waist.     

"Don't go then." Mimi's lips pressed against his back. She enjoyed seeing him shiver from her touch.     

Grabbing the hands wrapped around his waist, Tobias turned around to look down at the lovely girl, her hands held to his chest. Her body was dressed in one of his large button-up shirts. Being oversized, he could see the clear red marks on her upper breast and collarbone against her pale skin. Smiling, he kissed her cheek.     

"It's not that simple, you know."     

Looking up at his face, Mimi gave a soft grin.     

"It can be." She freed her hands from his grasp and wound them around his neck. "Take me with you."     

Tobias's eyebrows raised.     

"You want to come with me?"     

Mimi continued to smile as she pressed her whole body to him and kissed the underside of his jaw.     

"It'll support you, no?" Her eyes shifted to the set of ties in his drawer. "Also, I like the purple one better."     

At the softness of her body and sweetness of her kiss, Tobias's heart finally loosened. He chuckled and kissed her cheek again.     

"Okay," He agreed to both her requests.     

Giggling softly, Mimi's lips touched his, throwing all worries and stress Tobias ever had. His heart fluttered uncontrollably. He hungrily drank in her kiss. His hands gripped her waist firmly, pushing her body into his. She gave a sharp gasp into the kiss as her thigh brushed against his throbbing manhood, still clothed beneath his black suit pants.     

Tobias groaned softly as he moved away from her mouth and started kissing her neck. He kissed her neck once more before licking his way down her chest. But just before the two were consumed by the heated moment, Mimi pulled away.     

When Tobias leaned in to continue, Mimi put a finger on his eager lips and giggled.     

"You have work."     

He sighed and finally pulled back. Taking the purple tie she pointed to earlier, he tied it around his neck. When he looked up, Tobias saw Mimi dressing herself up in a suit as well. She took out a pair of contacts and looked into the mirror to put them in. Picking up a purple tie from a drawer next to him, her lips curl into a playful grin.     

"Mind tying it for me?"     

Tobias chuckled and helped tie it around her neck. They were matching. A good hour passed of the two eating breakfast together before going off to work.     

For the next few days, life continued like normal until the Saturday night of that week. In his apartment, Tobias adjusted the cuffs of his tuxedo. After their last discussion, Tobias finally decided to attend his father's family gathering. Despite not explaining the details of the situation, Mimi still insisted on joining him to offer her support.     

The mere thought of the girl's enthusiastic eyes brought a smile to Tobias's face.     

"What are you smiling about?" A sweet voice suddenly asked with a lilt of laughter.     

The sound of her voice caused a ripple in Tobias's calm heart. Turning, his eyes widened and a lump suddenly developed in his throat. He saw the beautiful young woman standing in the middle of the bedroom doorway. On her lovely, rosy face was a heart-stopping smile with a set of deep dimples.     

However, what caught his attention the most was her clothing. Wrapped perfectly around her body was a champagne vintage tea length dress, the top laced with floral patterns that stopped halfway to the skirt. It was as if she was a mystical, angelic goddess.     

But most of all, it was the first time he ever saw her so dressed up. Mimi often wore dresses on casual days, however, this was the first for her to wear one so extravagant.     

Unknowingly, it had always been one of Tobias's fantasies of her.     

Walking toward him, Mimi was quick to notice the man's awestruck expression. Those keen eyes of his roamed every inch of her body.     

Hands behind her back she tilted her head playfully. "Hmm? What is it? Do I like so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off me?"     

Tobias seriously nodded his head, his eyes flashing darkly. Mimi giggled and looked his body up and down.     

"You don't look too bad yourself."     

Liking her arm with his, Mimi stared into the man's striking face with a teasing and playful smile.     

"Shall we go then?"     

Tobias smiled and placed a hand on hers.     

"Mm, let's go."     

Smiling softly, Mimi grabbed her purse, and the two left the apartment to attend the party. One Mimi had yet to discover was hosted by the father of her boyfriend.     


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