Oh this is so fucked up.

He’s pushing 60, looking this good and for what? This is fucking ridiculous… But, here you are—Holding on for dear life.

Jeffery’s limelight was way too bright, the moment you smell that intoxicating cologne that made him smell of bourbon and Nior… Fuck you’re so screwed. Like—literally. Screwed.

Although you were controversially young, he didn’t care. Jeffery saw a soulmate in you… Thank god he didn’t give up on that, because it was the best decision of his life… Even if people considered you ’Not socially relevant’ or ’popular’. He didn’t care, he saw what was behind those beautiful doe eyes every time he pressed a kiss upon your soft forehead. The way your smile appeared every time he tucked your hair behind your ears, or even how you let out soft giggles when he would tickle you with his scruff—Either on your neck or side. You were his love.

How did this start? Well let me tell you.

It was a blur for you, a simple day in your life of being a boring barista in a well populated area of Los Angeles.. Celebrities come and go… Get their coffee or way too expensive scone and leave not giving you a single glance—Too focused on their damn phones… Sometimes even fucking talking on it when you try taking their order.

It was an exhausting job, for sure. It paid well though, so that’s a big plus. Your coworkers were nice, and of course you did see many nice people throughout your day. Only bad part about the customers were the social media influencers who thought they can get free shit for a sponsor—yeah, hell no.

But, on one summer day your life changed.

Jeffery came in, flashed that handsome smile of his you loved so fucking much and somehow convinced you of all people to give him your number. Date after date, hang out after hang out… Soon, you were literally living with him in his nice ass home that had way too many rooms. Way too many. Nobody needs this many rooms… Like ever.

Now, you were a homebody… Still working, just no longer at that coffee shop, he insisted you needed something better… That you deserved better.

So now you work for a vets office as an assistant to go to college to become a Veterinary Technician. He so knew it was weird, but he didn’t care.

It was currently a late night at the Morgan residence, you were in your silk nightgown reading a book after a nice shower just laying in your shared bed. It was a big ass fucking bed… A california king or whatever… Rich people stuff.

“Sit up.” Jeffery spoke, voice low and calm as he slowly helps you sit up. “Let m’know if I go too rough…”

He raised a hairbrush, slowly raking it through your soft and freshly washed hair from bottom to top making sure to be extremely careful around your scalp. Every so often, leaning over to press a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

“Doin’ okay?” He murmured a question, still gently brushing the locks of your hair with the brush.

This man is gonna kill you… Well, gonna kill you metaphorically #needthat.