Madison Awakening

“Do you have something I can throw on? My dress is not going to get it while I’m cooking.” I ask, while I stand naked in the middle of the bedroom.

Jonathan is still in the bed, looking quite satisfied with himself, sitting up against the headboard. “Look in the closet to the left.” He says with a smirk on his face.  

I give him an inquisitive look, wondering what he’s up to and turn to walk to the closet. Once inside, I look to the left and see a series of drawers. I open the top one and it is full of lingerie with bras, panties and silk slips. The next drawer is women’s cozy loungewear.  Every drawer has women’s clothing then see a few pairs of shoes too. I stand there confused.

“Those are your clothes.”

I turn and Jonathan is standing in the doorway in his black boxer briefs.  He walks over to me and wraps his arms around my waist.  

“Everything is your size. And I filled the bathroom with your products, including makeup in the second vanity. Everything you need is here.” He announces and kisses me on the nose. I look up at him, shocked at the gesture.

I can barely find my words. “Why? How?”

This has to be the single most outrageous and generous thing anyone has ever done for me. 

Jonathan caresses my cheek. “The why is because I wanted you to feel comfortable here. I know how protective you are of your home and I am the same. But since we both are coming out of our comfort zone, I figured this could help. You can come here and not worry about what you don’t have. You can just feel like its home. And as far as the how, when I was at your place I took note of what you like. Plus, I also have great assistants. Are you mad?” He asks in a low tone and I can see apprehension on his face. 

 I can only smile up at him as I feel tears begin pressing. I bury my head in his chest and hug him tightly, using the moment to steady my emotions. He has gone above and beyond to make me feel welcomed and accepted. He’s been my boyfriend for forty eight hours and I already have a place within his home. The encounter with Antonella seems so stupid now seeing what he did well before the gala. He really wants me here.

“I love it. The fact you were able to pull this off with all the obligations you have is just…” I stop mid sentence so I don’t cry and kiss him passionately.

The sound of his phone going off disrupts our bubble. We break our hold and Jonathan looks at me apologetically.

“It’s fine. I’m going to freshen up and then start on breakfast. I’m in the mood for pancakes.” I say brightly. 

Jonathan nods in agreement with a boyish grin. “I love pancakes. I’ll be in my office. Look around, let me know if you need anything and I’ll be down in a bit.” He says and gives me a soft kiss, then walks out the door.

I enter the kitchen after about twenty minutes, feeling fresh, hair piled high on my head and dressed in my new slinky magenta floral slip with matching robe as I search Jonathan’s kitchen for supplies. Trying my best not to feel overwhelmed by the size of the kitchen, I open the fridge and grab bacon, eggs, fruit, milk and butter.

Just as I close the door, I hear a ping coming from behind the double doors. The door lock clicks, and I tie up my robe a little tighter not knowing who the hell just came in. To my surprise, it’s Michael.

He walks in and gives me his usual warm smile. “Good morning Miss Davis.”

“Good morning Michael. How are you on this beautiful day?” The sun flooding into the apartment is stunning. And the view of the city is beautiful, perfectly framed by the massive panoramic glass.

“I am well Miss, thank you. Mr. Cain asked me to see if you needed anything while he is taking care of some business.”

“Actually I could use some Alaga syrup. You think you can track it down for me?”

“Of course, Miss. Anything else?”

“No, I think that is it.”  

“Very good, Miss Davis.” He says, tips his hat and turns to leave on his mission.

I continue to search the kitchen and I finally have everything I need to make a monster breakfast. I place the bacon on the sheet tray and pop it into the oven to crisp. Just as I finish making the pancake mix, Jonathan comes downstairs. He walks into the kitchen, slides up behind me, wraps his arms around my waist and kisses me on the neck. I lean into him while adding the blueberries into the mix.

“Can I help you with anything?”  He says and kisses me on the neck again. I try not to give into the sensation of having sex on the island and shake my head.

“No babe, I’m good. I sent Micheal to go get a special syrup I’m craving. Sit down, you’re distracting me.” And I playfully push my butt back so he can give me some space.  

Jonathan laughs in response, throwing his hands up in defeat. He moves over to the coffee bar to start a pot, then over to the wine fridge, grabbing two glasses to make mimosas. He slides me a glass as he moves around the island to sit. We click glasses with our usual eye contact and sip. The griddle is ready and I pour the batter into equal circles.  I turn back to the island and take another sip of my cocktail.

“You were talking in your sleep…” He says nonchalantly and my stomach drops.  I turn to face the griddle to start flipping.

“Oh yeah? What did I say?” I respond trying to sound normal but I’m freaking out. I was dreaming about my dad, so God only knows what he heard.

“I couldn’t make it out exactly but it sounded like you were saying ‘jump.’ Do you remember what you were dreaming about?” He asks.

I focus on the pancakes then take out the bacon to buy some time. When I turn back to face him, Jonathan’s face is etched in concern waiting for my answer.

I shake my head. “No, I don’t remember what it was about. Sorry about that.” I say with a weak smile.

“What are you sorry about?  I was asking to make sure you were okay and if there is something you want to talk about.” He says with complete sincerity.

“I’m fine. Maybe it was the bourbon. Dark liquor can take me to weird places in my dreams.”

Not exactly the truth, and not exactly a lie. I turn back around to take the last pancakes off the grill and they are perfect. I slap on a smile and turn back around so he can’t see how not uncomfortable I am with our conversation. 

“That I can understand. Whiskey and I don’t mix for the same reason.” He says with a laugh. I’m beating up eggs and cutting the fruit when I hear the ping of the elevator once again.  

“I think that is Micheal with my syrup.” I turn back to the stove, pour the eggs into the skillet and start stiring, when I hear a woman’s voice fill up the room.

“Jonathan! Surprise! I’m here!”

I damn near drop the bowl as I whip around to see a petite brunette in a fedora and maxi dress, with a large suitcase in the living room. Jonathan stands, looks back at me equally surprised.  He turns back and walks towards the mystery woman.

“Ariana! What are you doing here? I thought you were meeting me in Miami.”  He yells and then pulls her into a bear hug. I turn back around and turn off the stove, just in case this situation is as bad as it looks.

Who the fuck is Ariana?