NAILEA LAURENT: Nailea, the owner of Laurent Enterprise, is thirty-six years old. Without any assistance from anyone other than herself, she started this business from the ground up. She is distant and cold. She doesn't accept bullshit from anyone...
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POV: ASPEN
Today is the day of love. Valentine's Day, but not only that, it's Nailea's birthday! She's turning 37 years-old today. She told me she did not want to do anything major, but who am I to actually listen. Birthday's should always be special.
We flew to Turks and Caicos yesterday. I didn't even tell her about it beforehand, I just told her to pack a suitcase four hours before we left. She suspected that something was up the day before we left. I had booked her a nail appointment, lash appointment, and a hair appointment. I picked out her nail design which was white French tips. On her toes, she got white gel polish. She got her regular lash map and for her hair she got a middle part sew-in that's straightened down to her ass.
When we got to the room, she was amazed at the set up. I called in some favors and I got the room covered in heart shaped pink and red balloons. The floors were loitered in rose petals and up against the wall, in bold letters were the words, "Will You Be My Valentine?" The light from the inside of the letters shined bright against Nailea's eyes as she took in the words. Before she answered, I made her walk further into the room. On the table, was the biggest money bouquet filled with one hundred dollar bills. I had SKIMS bags all around her alongside endless bottles of Casamigos and Hennessy. It's safe to say that we had a time last night.
Today I planned for us to have a date night on a yacht. I made the reservations for 7pm. That gives us more than enough time to get ourselves ready for the day.
I was standing in the bathroom mirror getting ready when Nailea walked into the bathroom and sat on the toilet seat. I turned around to face her, noticing that she had the comforter wrapped around her body. I walked over to her squatting down in between her legs. I brushed her hair out of her face before planting a faint kiss on her lips.
"Happy birthday baby, I hope you have the best birthday ever." I say looking into her eyes. She smiles at me before wrapping her arms around my neck. I grab her waist before standing up and placing her on the countertop. She leans in kissing me softly. "Thank you, sweetheart. Especially for the trip and whatever else you have planned for today."
"What do you mean? I don't have anything planned." I say acting confused.
"You're a terrible liar."
"I'm not lying."
"Yes, you are."
"No, I'm not."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes.
"No."
"No."
"Yes."
"See! You admitted that you're a terrible liar." She says smiling warmly.
"That doesn't count! You tricked me." I say rolling my eyes at her.
