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TALLIE
I keep my eyes closed, pretending to still be asleep. Any second now I’ll feel my boyfriend wake me up with exactly what I want to start the most perfect day. My breathing gets shallow as I anticipate his hands on me and his whispered birthday wishes. We’re going to have an amazing day together since he promised he would take the entire day off work to spend it all with me. He’s always known exactly what I want and always gives it to me.
Except, I’ve been waiting a while now for the kisses to start. Maybe he wants me to get things going? That makes me feel a tiny bit bratty and I want to punish him. Just a little, and I think he’ll end up liking it. I roll over and slide my fingers across the soft sheets to find my boyfriend’s pillow empty. What’s this? Opening my eyes, I find he’s not in our big bed with me. Leaving me to wake up alone on my birthday? Not cute. Especially when I was having such a naughty dream about what he’d do to me. Oh, we’ll see about this.
Ever since I moved in with Trenton he’s made sure I’ve never been happier, and I’m not particularly easy to please. Despite my extremely bratty behavior sometimes (who am I kidding, most of the time) he showers me with love and affection. I really have no cause to complain. But this is my first birthday with us together and him not being in bed with me when I wake up is already putting a damper on things.
I take a deep breath and get out of bed, certain he must be downstairs fixing me breakfast. Or maybe he’s in the bathroom, drawing me a bath. I can think of a lot of fun things we can do together in the big whirlpool bathtub. I eagerly run through the whole house, but he’s nowhere to be found. He didn’t just let me wake up in bed alone, he’s not at home at all. Now I’m really annoyed and bite my lip as I flop back on the bed and reach for my phone. I send him a text asking him where he is, eager for his touch.
While I’m waiting for him to answer, I scroll to my favorite online forum, Brats Forever, to see if my bratty besties are online. I need to complain about how I’m being ignored on my big day and no one will understand like they do.
@DirtyBrat and @BakingBrat are online and have already posted birthday wishes for me. At least someone cares.
Do you have a bratty plan in store for Trenton? @BakingBrat asks.
Like her name suggests, Bree loves whipping up delicious treats. I’m sure her husband Boone appreciates them or she’d definitely give him hell. I laugh a little to myself, knowing she probably gives him hell anyway.
He deserves it, I text, pouting as I look around my lavishly decorated bedroom. Trenton has given me everything I ever wanted to make his mansion more my style since asking me to live with him. It was so plain and boring before I moved in, and now it’s a beautiful, cozy home. I love everything about it. Except he’s not here to give me what I really want.
What did he do? asks @DirtyBrat. I don’t know much about Rachel, except she’s always got good ideas for driving our men wild. I’ve always been curious about her online name and imagine she keeps her husband Ryan on his toes, especially now that they’re trying for a baby.
He’s not here to wake me up with birthday treats, I answer. I run my fingers along the strap of my nightie, wishing it was his fingers on my body.
He needs to pay for that! @Baking Brat texts.
Yes, I hope you have a bratty plan in store, @DirtyBrat agrees.
Oh, I do, I text, getting an idea and signing off. He’s definitely going to pay for leaving me alone like this.
I jump out of bed and run to my huge walk-in closet that’s full of designer clothes, bags, and shoes. It’s in perfect, pristine order, just the way Trenton likes our home to be, but not for long. He gave up his right to a tidy house when he disappointed me. The more I think about it, the brattier I feel. Slipping out of my nightie, I march past the racks and shelves to my dresser full of lingerie and start pulling out sexy panties and bras. There must be hundreds of matching sets, baby doll nighties, garters and stockings in my collection because Trenton loves when I wear fine lingerie and is always spoiling me with gifts to add to it. I fling them onto the floor, angry that my man isn’t here.
He’s a great boyfriend and lives to please me. Normally he grants all my wishes, sometimes before I even make them, seeming to read my mind. Which is why it makes me so mad that he’s not here on my birthday of all days, when he should have known exactly how I wanted to be woken up. Yes, I need to do something really bratty to teach him a lesson. I can’t help but stop and shiver, thinking about the lesson he might teach me for being such a brat. I have to admit that half the fun of being naughty is getting a rise out of him and seeing how far I can go.