Kathleen's pov:

What does a person do who is so focused on his distraction that he has lost track of why he is focused and what he is thinking about? Here is one of my main problems, too often my mind and body are separated and I have to make a Goliath effort to keep both in the same time zone and address. Here is the direction of my thoughts, literally conveyed by my mercy, their thinker. I will try to be as precise as possible, because, as I have already mentioned, I have forgotten several aspects of my otherwise philosophical tirade in mind.
It's 6:30 in the morning, I'm lying in bed, in my apartment, oh yes, I don't live with my parents, not that I don't want to, I just don't want to, and I stare at the ceiling, wondering who invented lying down?
What does "lying down" mean? It is clear that you are lying down and doing nothing, but why? It's like ordering coffee, drinking from it and realizing that you actually want to drink tea, so you return it, order the tea in question and then realize "Oh, what a grand mistake!", returning for your coffee. It's the same with my "lying down." I stare at the ceiling and actually want to get up because I know I have work to do, but every time my feet touch the floor, my head remains unconscious on the pillow. Explanation - no!
That is why I say that my mind and body are often at different stages of my life. Right now my mind is telling me that I have a job for an entire Italian family of mice, along with distant cousins, but my body thinks my mind needs treatment and now is the time to just lie still and do nothing,because then, you see, a whole string of duties await you. So from there comes the dispute between the two, which makes my feet not know what to do and periodically touch the ground or give back in the soft embrace of the sheets.
The problem with this problem is that I know why, and despite everything, I keep letting my body and mind argue. Here is the problem I have a problem with! What in God's name is brunch? You missed breakfast, but you don't want to have lunch? Or do you have lunch earlier because you haven't had breakfast? Oh, no, that wasn't it. I need to check my household's finances to make sure my housekeeper has enough money to shop during the week. No, and it's not! Ah, yes! The problem is that even though I know I'm going to do it and I'm good at what I'm doing, and even though I love meeting new clients because it's a chance for a new friendship, I always feel insecure and out of place before them. Why is that? As soon as I find out, I'll let you know, but for now, I'm as ignorant as you are. Now is the moment I look at my alarm clock and panic, which makes the soldiers in the barracks get dressed and in line in less than a minute and a half. This panic is called "Damn, I'm late!" and it is known not only to the soldiers, I just somehow connected them with the brunch in question, which of course is not logical for anyone but me. Don't ask, I can't explain it.
In the end, I gather my mind and body, make them shake hands, and am currently sitting in the shower, wondering if I have time for a quick one? No, of course, why should I be cool when I might not be feeling good?Well, after all, I am a single mother, but I haven't given up sex and my body needs. However, sex, he disagrees and has long since lifted his hands from my useless body, you bastard, he didn't even try!
Anyway, someday I'll find time to get along with the sex in question, now I have to get dressed, go down to the kitchen, where a cup of fragrant coffee is already waiting for me and then kick my ass out of the house, because I have a million and one tasks , in addition, I must invite the construction company in question to a working lunch. Why lunch, why not breakfast or dinner? How do I know, because at breakfast I'm in raw chaos, and for dinner, oh yes, I go to bed at 9:30, like good kids!

Aidan's pov:

Oh yeah! What man doesn't like to wake up, to feel his friend point at 00:00 and just have to turn around and slide between two hot thighs? Well, I personally adore that, and that's exactly what I did.
Linda, the woman sleeping next to me, shifted slightly and, damn it, how do women manage to lift their asses so that your cock hits the bottom of their sweet pussys? And this one, she is always ready to take even a few pushes, and then just stand up, take a bath and wave to you with a slight hint that she would be happy with a thin Cartier bracelet, possibly with diamonds. So I squeezed her ass tightly and even before I opened my eyes completely, I started fucking her roughly, pushing myself to the same bottom that opposed the tip of my cock, pushing it away, but at the same time urging the little villain to come back for more. The good thing about morning hardening is that you don't have to get tired of games or prepare it, you just knock it, and then live healthier, who's from where and bye.
As I fucked Linda, I thought about how comfortable she was. The little bitch was realistic to the core and had no illusions that she meant anything more to me than good sex. She herself knew that in return for her mature demeanor, she would get exactly what she wanted. It sounds like I'm paying for sex, and to some extent it is, but not exactly. It's all just a deal and it's fair to be honest, isn't it?
I emptied on her ass and stood up, it's time to get ready for work. Today I had several projects that had to be reviewed and possibly approved in order to start working on the documentation for legalization of construction before sending the machines. Besides, I couldn't wait to see if Bishop's agreed to our offer. In addition to suppliers, they were also manufacturers of some of the building materials they offered, which meant not only quality but also a discount on quantity. Exactly what AJ Ins wants. That is what I want, of course.
At the bathroom door, I passed the sleepy Linda. She didn't pay any attention to me, and why would she, I'm just her sugar daddy, and she'd done her job and now she'd get the Prada shoes she wanted so badly.
With a satisfied smile, I chose one of the many Armani suits from my wardrobe, chose a suitable tie and shoes, hung the Armani watch on my wrist, smoothed my hair back with a little hair gel, and looked in the huge mirror, stretching the hem of the sleeves of my lightblue shirt. "I'm ready!" I nodded and went back to the bedroom to find it empty. Linda was gone, fast woman, another red dot in her favor! Maybe I should add a bag to her shoes?