Rocking boat

Alex:
It's ten o'clock in the morning and my tricky little witch hasn't awaken yet. Oh, last night I thought about doing so many bad things to her... But I held back. No matter what she does, she is absolutely right... all of this, all that is happening to her is my fault.
—Yolie, preciosa, wake up. We have to go.
—Mhmhh! - she protests, refusing to open her eyes by burrowing deeper into my chest.
— Let's go. Don't be lazy. - I search for one of her succulent buttocks under the covers and give it a hard spank.
She screams and opens her eyes, instantly jumping out of bed.
—Why did you do that?! - She protested indignantly, stroking her sore buttock.

— It did the trick, didn't it? - I answer laying down on my abdomen, placing a fist under my chin, watching her with interest. - You are particularly appetizing in the mornings. All warm from bed, with your hair tousled and your sleepy face. My mouth is watering.

She lets out a little groan and covers her breasts and sex with her arms. She is completely naked. I sigh, getting out of bed and moving closer to her , taking her face in my hands and kissing her slowly. She doesn't run away, she doesn't break the kiss, she doesn't try to bite me, on the contrary she kisses me back, sighing, surrendering... It’s done, she is mine!
—Wash up and go down to breakfast. We have to go.
—Alex I can't go anywhere in those...
I silence her up with a couple of playful pecks. She sticks her tongue out and licks me shamelessly. I smile happily, oh, kitty were are gonna have so much fun!
—Go take a shower. Don't worry about the clothes.

Yolie:
Last night was weird. Alex is very contradictory. On the one hand he threatens to whip me and on the other he ends up rocking and helping me sleep. I’ll never be able to understand him.
I take a lightning shower and when I go back to my bedroom the towels have returned as if by magic. Or should I say art of magiks?
They are folded on my bed. Taking one I start drying off when I see that the closet is open. They haven't taken away the infernal robes, unfortunately, but I see a dress that wasn't there before. I finish drying myself and walk over to the closer.
The dress is red. Made in satin, perhaps. I don't know much about fabrics. On one of the drawers is a set of black, pretty and quite modest lace underwear. Goodness. They have also left a shopping bag right next to my shoes. I dress quickly and breathe a sigh of relief, seeing that the dress isn’t obscenely short or too tight to my body.
Wait ... I don't think we're going to town. This dress doesn't look like a trip to the north end of the island.
I sit in front of the coquette, examining my reflection critically. I'm not looking haggard this morning, luckily. I do a simple combing, throwing my hair back and gathering it in a bun, flanked by small braids on both sides, I hope it is acceptable. I walk barefoot to the closet and pull out the shopping bag I've seen. I notice that it has the Áspid logo. Inside I find a shoe box. I open it with a frown. Finding a pair os shoes inside, Thank God they aren’t those vertigo heels types I hate so much. They are rather a kind of platform shoes, the material of the four crisscrossing straps looks like patent leather.
Three of them go from side to side and will hold my toes, one is attached to the back and will go around my ankle. The bottom of the shoes is carved from wood and ends in a thin rubber sole. The carvings are intricate, tribal looking.
I put on the quirky shoes, realizing they are surprisingly comfortable. I rummage through the bag and find a silver comb, adorned with tiny red pebbles. When I touched it, I saw myself dressed as an Andalusian dancer.
I sit in front of the coquette, examining my reflection critically. I'm not looking haggard this morning, luckily. I do a simple combing, throwing my hair back and gathering it in a bun, flanked by small braids on both sides, I hope it is acceptable. I walk barefoot to the closet and pull out the shopping bag I've seen. I notice that it has the Áspid logo. Inside I find a shoe box. I open it with a frown. Finding a pair os shoes inside, Thank God they aren’t those vertigo heels types I hate so much. They are rather a kind of platform shoes, the material of the four crisscrossing straps looks like patent leather.
Three of them go from side to side and will hold my toes, one is attached to the back and will go around my ankle. The bottom of the shoes is carved from wood and ends in a thin rubber sole. The carvings are intricate, tribal looking.
I put on the quirky shoes, realizing they are surprisingly comfortable. I rummage through the bag and find a silver comb, adorned with tiny red pebbles. When I touched it, I saw myself dressed as an Andalusian dancer.
Surely it belonged to "La Celestina". I smile.
The comb will be the perfect complement to my hairstyle . Inside the bag there is something else. It is a kind of plastic container, it has attached a note written on a yellow sticker.

“I would like you to try these contact lenses for today. If you decide you either like them or find them too annoying, I won't ask you to wear them again. Alex”
Glasses? How does he know the prescription my eyesight needs? Then I remember that when I got here my glasses were lost and that later Cosima explained to me that Patrick had had them in his possession all the time. Inside the container float, in a kind of liquid, a pair of lenses, the device has its instructions, I read them quickly and carefully put the lenses on, then applying two drops of the accompanying eye drops to each eye.
Truth is that it burns a little. I walk up to the coquette, opening and closing my eyes several times. I look at my reflection in the mirror, while I apply a little mascara to my lashes and a nearly non-existent layer of gloss to my lips.
I'm ready. I leave the room and walk to the stairs. I carry my glasses and the lenses container in my hand. I descend the stairs slowly. I don't want to twist an ankle and break my neck in the fall.
Alex is waiting in the lobby, he is in full dress, wearing a black suit that molds to his statuesque body. It's the first time I haven't seen him wear white. He’s chatting quietly with Patrick, who is dressed the same as always.
For a moment I have the urge to turn around and run until I am locked in my room, but I take a deep breath and continue to descend.
Patrick is the first to see me and clears his throat a few times to let Alex know they aren't alone. He turns and watches me descend the last steps, giving me his widest smile.
—Beautiful. - He murmurs. Offering me his hand. I take it and he leads me towards the exit.
—Where are you taking me? - I ask.
—There was a slight change of plans. You wanted to go out and I need to go to Athens.
—You are taking me to Athens? - I look at Patrick who is walking in front of us. Maybe he DID know something after all.
— Yes, we are headed to Athens.
Patrick opens the door and we go out, he stays behind and I see him locking the entrance door.
Alex directs me to the car in the parking lot, is the one Patrick took to drive me into town. He lets go of my hand and in seconds he opens the opposite door to the one in front of me.
—Get inside - Alex orders.
I pull the handle and go in, we are both sitting in the back seats. Patrick sits behind the wheel and we shoot out.
—Don't you fear someone might enter the Villa and steal your treasures? - I ask when I realize that Villa Philipides has been left completely deserted.
— No. Besides, I already told you, what I keep there is just a handful of my true wealth.

O.M.G

Alex plays with the knuckles of my hand and I wriggle uncomfortably. There is something behind my back, pinching and making me uncomfortable. I search with my hand, finding a small silver bag.
— It's yours. I thought you might need it.
—I'm terrible at keeping accessories. My bags must be large otherwise I forget them. I've lost count of how many umbrellas I’ve lost over the years. - I whisper- But thanks anyways
Taking the little silver intruder , I put my glasses and the contact lenses' container inside it.
We arrive at what appears to be a runway after a twenty minute drive. Alex opens his door and walks out. I do the same with mine. I finally have in front of me the very jet in which I was brought here. It's awesome, it's completely black with the huge PHILIPIDES lettering on the side.
Patrick steps forward and brings down the ladder. Alex materializes at the door of the jet and helps me up. I take his hand and he guides me to a seat. In minutes Patrick has everything ready and we take off. My heart has dropped into my stomach. This is the first time I have ever flown in an airplane. The previous one doesn't count, I was unconscious.

Alex:
Taking off makes her nervous. She has stiffened next to me. I look at the Rolex on my left wrist. We will land in Athens in fifteen minutes. It's eleven thirty that will give her time to have lunch a little before the meeting.
—Are we going to a special event? - Whispers when we reach the required altitude and the jet stabilizes.
—Something like that.
—Is it a meeting of your business associates?
— No.
She snorts and scowls at me.
—Are you going to become monosyllabic?
I smile despite the great nervousness that grips me.
—No precious. I'm not going to become monosyllabic. - I hiss, claiming her mouth.

Yolie:
He kisses me slowly and I allow him to. He is nervous. Wherever it is he is taking me it isn’t a safe place. He growls against my mouth, deepening the kiss. I break it and look at him.
—Alex, you're going to ruffle my hair. Besides, Patrick is right there. - I say pointing to the cockpit.
—Zeus! - He snaps. Running his right hand through his curls.
He gets up and walks away.
—Are you hungry? - He asks.
— Yes.
—We’ll land right away.
—Where are you taking me Alex? I can tell you are nervous.
He materializes next to me, pinching my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
—Who made you so smart? - He asks mockingly. Trying to kiss me again. I pull away.
—If you want me to shut up and leave you alone just say so. You don't need to silence me with kisses.
Inside the silver bag were my cell and headphones. I get up, sitting away from Alex, and going deaf for a while.

000
We've landed and changed vehicles. At the airport, a black convertible sports car was waiting for us. Now Alex takes me through the streets of Athens driving like a true maniac. I have asked him to connect the Bluetooth of the car to my cell phone and the song Blinding lights ³ is playing, people pass by us at breakneck speed and strangely...instead of being scared I absolutely love it! I feel happy, euphoric even. I move in my seat, dancing to the beat of the music, raising my hands and screaming with excitement. Alex laughs maliciously and accelerates the car, going even faster.
He drives us here and there for a few more minutes then he slows down until he finally stops, turning towards me.
—We have arrived. - he says.- Welcome to my home in Athens.
I raise my eyebrows. This house is huge!
—How many houses do you have? - I ask.
—Only in Greece or around the world? - He asks opening his door.

Why do I ask? I roll my eyes.

Before we even get to the door, it opens and Kostas greets us smiling. He exchanges a few words with Alex, taking the car keys from him. An idea pops into my mind.
—Kostas and his family know what you are.
— Yes.
—And they keep your secret?
—Yes.
What the hell is wrong with him? He's not simply monosyllabic, he’s being an ass too.
We enter the mansion and Alex leads me to the dining room. Cosima smiles at us and starts serving my lunch while Alex drinks from a goblet, as always.
I ate a little of this and that until I found a taste that was familiar to me.
— What is this, Alex? – I questioned pointing to the strange confection.
—Baklava. It's a traditional Greek sweet. - He says, pursing his lips to avoid smiling.
Of course, that's why I didn't recognize it at that time and ended up losing my t-shirt. I hadn't tried it before.
—Alex, if you don't tell me what worries you so much, I won't let you touch me.
He raises an eyebrow. Leaving his glass on the table.
—Threats, little witch? - He smiles, running his tongue over his white teeth.
—You're behaving like an asshole and I want to know why.
Cosima smiles at us and starts serving my lunch while Alex drinks from a goblet, as always.
I ate a little of this and that until I found a taste that was familiar to me.
— What is this, Alex? – I questioned pointing to the strange confection.
—Baklava. It's a traditional Greek sweet. - He says, pursing his lips to avoid smiling.
Of course, that's why I didn't recognize it at that time and ended up losing my t-shirt. I hadn't tried it before.
—Alex, if you don't tell me what worries you so much, I won't let you touch me.
He raises an eyebrow. Leaving his glass on the table.
—Threats, little witch? - He smiles, running his tongue over his white teeth.
—You're behaving like an asshole and I want to know why.
—Very well. - He responds by squeezing the bridge of his nose between his fingers. - In an hour this place will be full of vampires. I have brought you to a meeting with my coven.