Chapter 8. The clean up

After last nights meeting with his brothers, Peter feels as if he is ready to take on the world. He may not like their entire plan but if its going to win back his favour from his parents, he might as well go through with it. After all his beloved is now gone, he might as well reap some benefits fits from her death. He had a long shower, scrubbing every inch of his body with the Old Spice shower gel. Once he had finished, he dried himself and laid on his king sized bed in his towel.He felt clean and hot after the piping hot shower he had a few minutes ago. He switched on the fan and enjoyed the cool air blowing on his skin. His room was large with built-in cupboards leading to a walk in closet which was for Annie and then into a large en-suite. The bathroom had a large jucuzzi bathtub an automatic shower and a floating toilet.He had only used the jucuzzi once since it was installed, and that was with Annie. His brothers had made arrangements last night for the grooming service to groom him at eleven o clock in the morning. 

*Knock, knock*

Six beautiful ladies stepped in with their large bags. They wore short low cut dresses that didn't cover much, leaving little room for the imagination. He shut his eyes so that he did not give into temptation. The last thing he needed was a tent with his towel. The two ladies got to work on either side of him. They clipped his toe nails and buffed them out, carefully applying moisturizing creams that smelled of lavender. They massaged his feet gently, easing the stress in his body. But also rising the heat within him.He quickly switched his thoughts to Annie. And soon the strain against his towel had vanished.  The ladies smirked at each other and started to file down his finger nails and massaged his muscular arms. Once they had done his nails they asked him to turn onto his stomach, they massaged and moisturized his entire body before leaving.

Peter was relieved. As he was adjusting his towel Russell knocked on his door and entered holding up an elegant midnight black suit, A dark blue shirt and a black tie. There was also a box in his hand, Peter guessed it was shoes. He motioned Russell to leave it on the bed and leave.

Peter looked at the clothes on tbe bed, indeed his brothers had style. He slowly changed, lastly taking out the shoes from the box. It was the latest Crocket and Jones Limited addition black slip on formals. He smiled knowing he was wearing the best. Everyone would have to take him seriously now. He looked in the mirror, admiring his look. He looked like a real business tycoon, a mafia boss, a James Bond. He smirked at his still alive imagination. LExcept that he now needed a haircut and shave. He frowned. There was a knock on his door yet again. 

"Come in" he spoke in his most authoritive voice. He was surprised it was still in him.The door creaked open and in stepped the barber. He smiled to himself. He knew his brothers wouldn't miss a single detail. The barber placed the chair in the middle of the room in front of the mirror and gestured for him to sit.After putting on the gown, he started to cut the long tangled hair, slowly starting to style it. Once he was done, he took a bit of gel and flicked it to one side. He now looked like shabby James bond. The barber moved around him and started shaving his beard  after an hour of cutting and shaving, the man in the mirror was immaculate. His face clean shaven, revealing 2 dimples when he smiled. Hair neatly gelled back. A shiny black suit and polished shoes. JAMES BOND 007 LOOK ALIKE. He was every girls dream guy. He was only twenty-eight, widowed with one child. Any woman could over look this and marry him anyway.His mood had lightened, his stress was now released from the aromatherapy massage. He looked at the time, realizing he had not put on a watch. He strode to his chest draw and pulled out his black and blue Police watch. The battery was still alive. It was four o clock in the afternoon. He had spent five hours of grooming.It was worth it. He now had the confidence to win his status back.  He looked at himself one last time in the mirror, admiring his new self before leaving his room.