4 days left. You’re kidding me, right?
Someone please sell me a spell to stop time, I thought before laughing at the ridiculousness of my own stupid idea.
I woke up feeling disorientated. I’ve never hated the arrival of a new day quite like this before. Looking around me, I found out that I was alone and there were no signs of Hayden. He must have left already by the looks of it. I wondered where he went. He didn’t tell me anything...
Now that I think about it, I probably fell asleep last night right after reaching my climax. My hands quickly went to the wet mess in between my legs. My pussy feels sticky. I touched the wetness in between my legs with my fingers. From the looks and smell of it, I guess Hayden didn’t cum inside of me. My bed smells so much of him though.
I should wash the bedding...
Before that I should take a quick shower. Even before that I should check my phone. Sleepily, I reached for my phone and found out that I made the best decision ever. There was a message from Hayden! Wow! How rare...
I quickly clicked on it and the text message appeared on the screen of my phone.
’I’m out now but I’ll be back around 4PM. See you,’
It was a little disappointing that Hayden had to go out, but it also presented the perfect opportunity now that he was away. Since he had obviously thought about and had prepared parting gifts for me, I thought that I should at least get him something in return. This was the perfect chance to go out and get him something.
That only left me with one option...
"Let’s go back to the penthouse. Sorry for dragging you guys around with me..." I said softly to the men in black.
As always, they just nodded in acknowledgement and didn’t bother to reply.
...
My mind was busy thinking about what I could achieve in the short few hours that I had left before Hayden got back. There was no guarantee that I would have alone time like this again before the contract came to an end. That meant that leaving things unfinished and up to chance was not an option. Whatever I start, I must finish before Hayden gets back.
My hands fidgeted on my lap as my brain went to work on solving the problem at hand. I could probably paint something with watercolor that was simple so that it had enough time to dry. From Hayden’s large purchase, I definitely had all the materials and colors that I needed. However, I didn’t know what to paint and it just seemed too ordinary.
Great, another issue just came up. I had no idea what I wanted to draw or paint. However, it was clear that I should make him something. If I couldn’t please him with anything that had monetary value, then I had to go with something that had sentimental value. It wasn’t like I was sure that Hayden would think that there is sentimental value in my artwork, but it was the only shot that I had.
Rushing through the door of the penthouse, I immediately headed to my bedroom. Although I almost tripped over my own feet in my hurry, I managed to make it back to my bedroom. If I could get my hands on some paper, a pencil, or a paintbrush, maybe some wild idea might flicker into my head.
--To be continued...