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Bedroom Inspiration

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The golden decor of my bedroom always reminded me of just how well I have done for myself; as told by Gene, a woman who acquires success, must bask in it.

The entire house was designed with gold being the primary color. My main staff, Adionis, Jeromy and Madam Gale live here at the estate with me, while the Hernandez built a house not to far from us down the road. Even Gene's house was on the stretch, however she was higher up the road by a few kilometers.

The entire estate was completely surrounded by a huge stone wall; the house being two stories high, having six master bedrooms, four bathrooms, and two half bathrooms which were on the first floor, where the kitchen, living room, dinning area, leisure room and one of the guest bedrooms was located. That bedroom had a clear view of the garden, and as every other bedroom, had its own bathroom.

The second floor is spilt into two wings. The left wing was where the second guest bedroom was, alongside Madam Gale's, Jeromy, and Adionis' bedrooms were, and the right wing was where my bedroom was located, with my office, walk in closet, and the extra bedroom for whenever Gene felt too tired to drive home.

On entering the estate you would have to drive down the stone driveway, that had a lining of evergreen trees, because I told Hernandez I wanted some privacy along the driveway before it revealed the house, and he surely delivered.

At the reveal of the house, a roundabout was designed with a large marble three tier fountain, surrounded by small round bushes. Two separate buildings on either side of he main house; one being a garage, and another is for storage.

When walking up the staircase you enter the double doors into the golden foyer with the side staircase to go upstairs, and the entrance doors that leads to the inner house.

I take much pride in the golden paradise I have built for myself; a reward I truly deserve and I will most certainly bask in.

Resting down my purse on the dresser table, I walk over to the window seat, sitting down and looking out at the garden, finding Hernandez and the other men and workers out at work.

Hernandez is one of those handsome, muscular, fifty two year old men, that knew he was still good looking. His dark short hair had highlights of grey in it, and his beard was fulled out but kept low.

He was what many would call a tall, dark and handsome man. He is head of maintenance of the grounds, while Jeromy is head butler in charge of the house, and Madam Gale my head chef. Oh, how those three are always arguing, it's an entertaining sight to see.

When his eyes meet mines, he slowly bows as he would every time he greets me. Opening the window, I sit up on my knees.

"Good afternoon Hernandez!" I wave.

"Good afternoon Princess!" I smile, giggling at the nickname.

"How was your date?" The men around him all begin to smile in his direction, the older man beginning to blush.
"Haha!" I squeal, clapping my hands.
"I'm coming down!" I announce, rushing out the room, my dress flowing behind me as I did.

There was a very beautiful woman I had introduced him to, that loved my books and is a huge fan. She was one of those women bold enough to speak openly to me. She's forty eight, and absolutely melanin gorgeous. Perfect for the hunk of a dark man.

Finally reaching out to the garden, meeting the full scale beauty Hernandez and the men continue to maintain. To the center of the garden held the perfectly designed three step white stone gazebo, with the cutest seating arrangement. Hernandez kept this area and more of the right free of too many plants and flowers, seeing as it is perfect for whenever I decide to have events and activities, while to my left held the a recently installed statue fountain of myself, a gift from Gene.

The sculpture showed a stone replica of the picture of me holding my first book One's Core Desire, which was placed in a sense to cover my treasure, seeing as the golden mesh dress I wore was almost see through. My right hand was placed on top of my head, where I held my gold fountain pen, my left foot was cross over my right, toes pointed, and my head was slightly turned to the right while my hair freely fell to the back, some strands covering my face.

Truly no one can outdo Gene when it comes to gifts. Undoubtedly she was not only my publisher, and assistant, but my friend and number one supporter.

No one has my utmost gratitude and love the way she does.

"Princess you didn't have to run all the way down here." Hernandez tells me, but I wave him off, grabbing ahold of his arm and pulling him towards the bench, not at all minding the sweat or little dirt that was on him. I pull him to sit next to me, the others deciding then to take some rest themselves, standing or sitting as they saw fit.

"Did you kiss?" Hictor, Lexton, Jones and Adionis begin to laugh. The four men very handsome themselves; to the point where many would say I had hired only good looking workers. Jones is the youngest, being only five years older than me, while the others ranged from thirty five, to fifty two, which was Mr. Hernandez's age.

"Princess." He shakes his head.

"How was it?" I hit his shoulder eager to hear how it was.

"I took her to my favorite restaurant here in the Capital." I nod, tentatively listening.
"She wore a beautiful burgundy dress, that looked absolutely exquisite on her." I don't think my lips could stretch anymore bigger than it already was.

"And what did you talk about? Did you kiss?" I sing the word.

"We talked about many things, and I am not telling you what about, or if we kissed." He sings the word just as I did, and I turn away from him, pouting my lips in disappointment.

The others watched along with soft smiles on their faces, eyes holding amusement.

"A little bit more time, and I'll make her my wife." He states and it was all needed to brighten back up my mood, a loud squeal of excitement bursting from my lips.

"Did you guys hear that?" I ask them, and they all nod, chuckling at my excitement.

"Oh how great this is. We will soon be having a wedding! The first of the household!" I stand up clapping my hands excitedly. A light bulb goes off and I gasp.
"You must come to the ball. I have been given a table this time, and was told I have a guest list of six people. You can invite her as your date."

"Isn't that a good idea?" They all stare at me with smiles on their faces.

"Seems someone is rather excited. I wonder why?" Jones suggestively pointed out, and I smirk, putting my hand on my waist.

"I have no idea what you speak of."

"Ahh yes." Mr. Hernandez clicks his tongue.
"I heard a certain gentleman is home." He wiggles his eyebrows.

"I don't quite recall. What gentleman do you speak of?" I say acting clueless.

"Did you see him at the welcoming in town?" Lexton asks and I nod.

"He looked as handsome as always Lex. Gene tried calling out to him from my office window, but he didn't hear her, so the woman goes to her office and pulls out a huge yellow flag, with a picture of his face on it." We all laugh.
"She did manage to catch their attention and he acknowledged me!" They smile at me.

"I have no doubt Gene would make sure you receive everything you could dream of." Hernandez states and I nod in agreement. I glance at Adionis finding a soft look on his face.

"You should ask her to be your date to the ball Adionis." He looks to me and smile.

"Already on it." I smirk, looking at them all, before turning to Hernandez.
"We shall arrive fashionably late for our grand entrance."

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Her Home Office Inspiration

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I'm right on schedule for the release of the new book. Once the editor approves, publishing takes effect immediately and it normally doesn't take as long as earlier days, seeing as Gene has upgraded a lot of her equipment.

Picking up the manuscript, I looking it over. The front page in big, bold letters had the name One's Own Delight. Each poem spoke on the discovery and indulging in self pleasure.

Resting it down, I take a new sheet of paper, making myself more comfortable.
"My deepest desire..." I softly mutter, writing them down.
To feel the warmth of your touch.
To withhold your gaze. To be entrapped in its maze.

Have you craved and longed as I?
Have you dreamed and questioned as I?
Tell me my warrior prince, what entirely is the reason behind your locked gaze with mine.

The deep cognizance of your acknowledgment towards me.

I stop writing. He's only just returned Agatha. I tell myself, chuckling.

Resting the paper to the side, on top of the small pile of other poems I wrote recently while I was just writing.

Let's try this again.

"Appreciative..." I say as the word comes to mind.

Appreciative to my own awakening.
Grounding in the desires of my own fantasies.
The knowledge of just how much pleasure one can bring to themself. The help of a partner unnecessary.

The ways of self bliss, most magnifique.

Indeed it's a worthy reward, the one brought about by oneself; yet greater the rewards that is of the accompaniment of a fellow lover of  this wondrous world of sensual sexual pleasure.

The fantasy of their presence, the imagination of your hands being as if it's theirs. Eyes tightly shut, to broaden the inner horizon of your euphoric imagination.

Fingers guiding you towards that heavenly climax; the end as beautiful as the sunset, when it reaches its final descend.

Reading it over, I smile to myself.
It's...suiting for a last poem. I read it over again, leaning back in my chair.
Very suiting.

That familiar dreadful feeling I felt when I wrote the poem I had Gene read at my town office slowly creeps through my veins and I sigh deeply, resting the paper down.

Opening the bottom draw, a smile comes onto my face as I pull out my original copy of One's Core Desires.

It's as if I'm trying to recreate another. I thought as I glance between the two books.

If I am truthful, no other book written has given the similar fervor I had writing this. The excitement, the genuine joy and expression of desire.

I was twenty when I wrote One's Core Desire. It was a period when mother was less strict of my time, and I could freely operate on my own.  I remember in the wee hours of the morning, the light from the moon was all I had to help me see, because for some reason I felt like mother had a six sense for whenever I had put on the lamp in my room.

The flow, the ideas, the desires all written down into beautiful word symphonies; I was well pleased of it when I completed it.

I knew there was no way to publish it there in the village, so I had to wait until I had gotten to the capital to start my search for a publisher. It was truly, simply fate, that I ended up seeking shelter from the rain inside Gene's building that day.

Flashback

I rush into the building, my body and clothes completely soaked from the rain. As I look up, I'm met with the stares of the entire group of people gathered at the center of the room.

"Are you okay dear?" I point towards the door, stuttering out my words.

"T-T-The r-rain." She glances towards the door, the atmosphere now a dark grey color.

"Oh for goodness sakes!" She throws her hands up in frustration.
"Just when I thought we would have no more rain this week. Come in dear, come in." She walks over to me. She glances at the small cream duffel bag and then back to me with a raised brow.

"New to town?" I slowly nod, and she smiles softly at me.

"What's your name?"

"Agatha Phillia ma'am."

"Hmmm....Perfect name for a writer." She states and my eyes widen in shock.

"How did you know?" She smiles.

"I just know honey."

End of Flashback.

The telephone begins to ring, cutting me out of my thoughts, and I reach over to answering.

"Phillia's Residence, Agatha Phillia, speaking."

"Good evening my lady, this is Edrina Obasi specking." My eyes widen in disbelief.