Let Me Pamper You Novels & Stories

He spares no expense to put me on a pedestal so that his tough-as-nails dinner guest will buckle under pressure from my charm and agree to sign the deal. He has also arranged for me to prepare with a twelve-hundred-dollar full-body and facial pampering at the city’s most exclusive address. Hot spa, full body massage, manicure, pedicure, special oils to add lustre to my already smooth light-brown Latina skin, film-star makeup, hairstyling, and a twenty-millilitre gift of exclusive body perfume the salon staff swear will drive a man wild and stay scented in my skin for at least three showers.

“Anyway, I’ve just opened a spa for you. Oliver’s an expert and she'll walk you through the whole process.” I blink. “A spa.” “Yes, kitten. Now I have to go.” “Damien” The line clicks dead. I stare at my phone. For once, I have nothing to say and that was saying a lot.

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Fetish - Selena Gomez & Gucci Mane 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I don't know why I feel like I want to be spoiled with my husband. My children, not awake yet. Sunday, I let them rest. And today too, I want to sleep all day long. I want to spend the day in bed. Being served, or being pampered and given the best service from the husband and maybe the children. Because usually I always spoil them.

Stella should not pamper me like this, but the money made me smile. Of course, I will have a hearty meal, but not the expensive one. I take the bill and walk to the bathroom. The hot shower was enough to wake every part of my body. Usually, I don’t stay long in the shower, but today I want to treat myself and enjoy water flow.

The invitation arrives in an envelope thick enough to pay rent. Gilded letters spell out: The Harrington Foundation Charity Gala. I stare at it on the kitchen table while Maya twirls the envelope like it’s a wand. “A gala,” she says reverently. “That’s code for free champagne and judgmental rich people.” “It’s code for humiliation,” I mutter. “I don’t belong in rooms like that.” “Correction,” Maya says, pointing with the envelope. “You pretend to belong. That’s the deal, right? Fake it till you make it.”

Jason Peters opened his eyes slowly; he was beginning to come out of his extremely droopy state finally. His eyelids fluttered as though they were in the making of a slow motion video. All these were the after effects of staying up the whole night playing video games and at the same time hiding from his mom to avoid any of her reprimands for his"unethical behaviour". He was allowed to be up till at least 9pm during holidays, but he stayed awake till a whooping 2am the next morning.

Mindy sighed, finding me in the pampering lounge for customers in between services. “Sounds like a plan.” I shimmied in the fluffy robe, my skin feeling fresh and renewed. “We even have time for nap before the fundraiser.” Mindy scowled. “I’ll sleep when I’m dead.” “I’m not going to wait that long. You do you, while I cozy up in the soft Egyptian sheets of the king size bed waiting for me upstairs.” I stood from the chaise and stretched, finding my bag with my clothes to change back into.

But I’m guessing those were the rooms. Amaya was going off about all the services they offered. A full body massage, mud baths and the likes. I definitely see myself doing all those. Don’t fault me. They said I should spoil myself. I'm definitely going to do that. When I go back to the real world, my problems will still be there. So yeah, I’ll take this escape and I’ll damn well enjoy it too. The curtain she stopped outside had a few more decorations than the others I was seeing. More gold accents which made it look like it was made for royalty.

"How can we pamper you today?" I smiled back. "I’m in the mood for a full-on ‘baby girl’ treatment," I said, using the term I had seen trending online. "I want the works—massage, facial, mani-pedi, everything." "Excellent choice," she replied, jotting something down. "We’ll take great care of you." And they did.