Blue heels:

Kira:

It's six-thirty in the morning and someone rings my doorbell. I crawl out from under the covers, huffing in exasperation. Today is Sunday by God! It's my day off, my day to sleep and eat and keep sleeping and eating. I go down the stairs, yanking the front door open, just to freeze on my tracks.
He’s right here, standing tall, taking up the entire door space, smiling at me from ear to ear as if the world is a perfect place.

Is he talker? Is his body more muscled? Oh my thongs! Every time I see him I find he's more fuckable. And yes, I haven't had it for two months, my libido seemed to had gone away with him but now that I have him in front of me... Uffffff.

Focus on practical things, Kira. You didn't even wash your face before you came downstairs and your hair is a mess.

—Good morning Miss Samaras.-he purrs.
Theos! I have died and been buried along with my thongs. I’ve no dignity, here I go again. What a voice ! And what a man! I press my lips together, crossing my arms over my chest, frowning at him.
—Mister Amíntoros, what a...surprise to see you here. Why did you come?- I ask breathlessly.

—I’ve come to... personally thank you for your message about Yolie's whereabouts, it gave me great comfort to know that she’s is alive, and I have also brought you a reward, Miss Samaras.- He smiles, offering me a shopping bag. It carries the logo of the Royalé fashion house.

I look at the bag suspiciously.
—Does it contain poisonous snakes?
He laughs, shaking his head.
—Nothing so exotic, I assure you.

I compress my lips, taking the bag. I ponder the situation for a few minutes while turning around and walking towards the living room. I'm wearing some pretty baggy old clothes, I hope he doesn’t mind.

Siting on the sofa I take a box out of the bag, open it and …shoes! Oh and not just any pair of shoes, it's the blue heels adorned with tiny stones that are emblematic of the Royalé house. They are very expensive and practically impossible to obtain. They are my size. Hurrah!

I squeal with delight, trying them on, they fit me perfectly. Oh Theos, they are wonderful! He is wonderful! Another man would have knocked on my door with flowers, chocolates or a stuffed animal. Hmmm, I always knew he would be extremely dangerous to my emotional stability.

The man knows exactly how to get to my heart, apparently he discovered that I am a slave to my obsession with shoes. I take off my shoes and carefully put them back in their box.
—Aren't you coming in, Mr. Amíntoros?- I ask him using my sweetest tone.

He looks at me and smiles again, coming inside and the door closes.
—Why did you stay out there?- I ask puzzled.

—I didn't mean to intrude, in case my reward was ill-received.

I narrow my eyes. His "reward" is more of a bribe. I wouldn't throw those gorgeous heels at his head, I'm not that crazy.

—Your gift is acceptable, and I'm pleased to report that Yolie is doing well. She's back at work and...
—I already know that.

I wrap my arms around myself.
— If you haven't come to find out about her, what do you want with me?

He looks at me with that wicked face that excites me so much. Oh for Aphrodite!

—Isn't it obvious to you?- he whispers.
My crotch convulses. I got wet from seeing him, but that doesn't mean I'm going to fall at his feet just like that.
— What about your girlfriend?
—I don't have a girlfriend, tigress.

I love it when he calls me that.

—Don't lie to me Patrick, I asked Yolie and she said no, but I know she lied. You are in a serious relationship with someone and I’m not going to be your mistress. Do I make myself clear ? - I ask indignantly standing up.

He walks over to me, wrapping his arms around my hips. Theos, hormonal overload! He looks me in the eye.
—That's why you did it, right? That's why you went out with that guy, the Russian.

—Don't remind me, it was a total disaster.- I growl.
—You were jealous, wench.-he whispers.
—No. Our was an open relationship, we never agreed that it would be...
—Exclusive I know, but when you thought I had someone else you felt betrayed. Didn’t you? You got so jealous you went out to take revenge in the way you thought best... By sleeping with someone else.

I purse my lips , shaking my head.

—Yolie was confused. I'm very much single.- He says pulling me towards him. -I'm not interested in being with anyone... aside from you, tigress. I like you. I like you very much. I like you so much...I'm going to give you another chance if you give one to me. What do you say?

I frown.
— It was a misunderstanding?
—Yes.
—Aren’t you really in a relationship with someone?- I ask in a small voice.
—No. Well yes, I hope we can fix things and that you let me be with you.- he whispers close to my ear.
I moan.
— You won't believe it, but I missed you, wench ...
Theos his voice is going to give me a fucking orgasm!

—Did you miss me?- he asks licking the skin of my ear, giving me huge goosebumps.
— No.- I lie shamelessly.
He growls.
—I think we should go slow this time. - I propose, moving away from contact with his lips.-. We should...don't you think?

—Of course, you will take the reins of this relationship, we will go out on dates and everything else that you want.

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We have been dating for a month. He spends the whole week in Athens, taking over the business interests of the late Kyrios Alexander and that keeps him very busy, he calls me on weekday nights and comes to see me from Friday to Sunday. Our relationship is strictly platonic, he takes my hand when we go out for a walk and kisses my forehead when he says goodbye but all intimate contact ends there and Arrrggggh, it's all my fault. I should have jumped his bones already, I don't know how I haven't.

I want to ask about the strange happenings at Villa Philipides but I can't work up the courage and he doesn't speak freely on the subject. We are sitting on the sofa in the living room, watching a boring movie.

—Patrick, we've been dating for a month and you haven't even properly kissed me. -I protest.
Kisses my lips in a quick peck.
—That's not what I mean, last time there was a misunderstanding between us because we didn't define the…rules of our relationship.

Ponders the situation for a moment and then gives an answer.
—I know you've been gasping for sex with me, tigress. It was hilarious to watch, seriously.

I frown at him. He leans over me on the couch, kissing me torturously. I let out a sigh. This is much better.

—If what you want is that I define the rules, I will gladly do so. From now on you are mine. You won’t touch, kiss or fuck any man but me and I will be exclusively yours too. Do we agree?
— What happened to our no- strings- attached sex?
— It as just became exclusive sex.

—Patrick, I don't do boyfriends. I don't like serious relationships.

—I won’t pretend this one to be, I'll try to make you laugh three times an hour.

—But Patrick, what about...

—I'll explain everything later, now get naked and put on those blue heels I bought you, I know you liked them very much, so I’mm looking forward to fucking you while you wear them.