What the fuck is happening?

Kiky

Choosing a new bed isn't that easy. To choose a high-quality bed for a moderate price? It's equal to a superhuman task. God! The bed construction, grating, mattress… And I didn't even come to the duvet and pillows, bedsheet, bedlinen and so on. Today I was in three stores and guess what? NOTHING! The employees go for sales, classic, and one was better than the other. Not only one for me although. No that the god-damned beds weren't good. Only my wallet tells a different story. I think an air mattress will be enough for now.

Let me tell you something about myself: I'm Christina Bloom, or Kinky. I'm 30 and new to the group "single". I began to live by myself after a breakup with a person I loved and for a very long time was my prince with the white horse. Don't get me wrong. Watching is okay, why not, but cheating? Nope, unforgivable, even if he was drunk. From my side was it maybe just a vain effort to have something stable. I'm not even sure if it was love in that sense. He was the last person. He didn't disappear from my life. That day I finded out, he fucked another woman - my so called friend/slut - i wanted come up with another compromise to make it work. I was told to be strong, independent, self-supporting and never ever give up, but also be able to help everybody, if needed, without even asking for something in return. Damn! Way too old school. I wanted him to be here for me. I was afraid, what he would do. I didn't like the way it was in bed with him, with us. It was forced and literally hell for me. I'm exhausted. I've known for a long time, I'm fragile. Glued as an old cup. That will never be the same.

I feel old… My look isn't what it used to be a few years and kilograms ago. I'm a moody chubby girl, I don't trust myself. I guess, this joke is on me. I have a bachelor degree in a field I don't work in. The dreamer with hope to have a better life. Because I'm used to helping, I'm like a pincushion. Life doesn't like people like me. I can be honest, always saying what I think. This isn't a good quality, trust me.

Back to the bad or air mattress. There is actually a change of plan, I decided to buy a sexy outfit. No, I don't consider myself sexy. Who the hell would want a chubby girl with braces, acne, very poor shape, fucked up back and glasses for reading, who is also very shy. But in contrast, she likes sex, even with almost no experience. With my ex it wasnt it, but we are still only humans. Talking about sex isn’t my strong side. Though my head is full of fantasies from books and novels. Some dominant sexy guy comes to my rescue. Yeah that is what I need now.

On top of that: Living alone after a long time relationship isn’t funny. A few little pieces of confidence I had left are gone. Poof! Bye bye! So now’s the time to prove the theory. In this sexy outfit I go into the city, I find a club. Like the goddamned Americans doing it: Breakup - club - getting drunk - one night stand - hangover. Easy, right? The plan is made and clear. What? I miss a bunch of friends/girlfriends? Go fuck yourself! Of course I do. Everybody used me for their needs, after that they left me. Even people claimed, they “my family” screwed me. They didn’t need me anymore. Fuck them all! I don't care, I go all by myself.

Only one thing I have to change. I can’t get drunk, I wouldn't remember proving my theory. I can get drunk at home with cheap wine. Plus at home I can cry all my tears out. Now I have to tame myself and try to look confident. You’re hot, Kiky! I’m curious myself , how long it will last. With my luck i don't even find a club. So sorry, people, but getting drunk at home will be the main plan. I have a problem even with keeping my thoughts in one line, everything in my brain runs so complicated, I can't explain how I feel… Yeah, women's logic.

To be a few years younger and kilograms lighter. It would be easier to go through the internet, find a guy for sex and simply not to think. My confidence is low, everybody is telling me to “lose weight”. Where are the times when I looked better? “Don't eat that much! What will you do, if you get pregnant?” Fuck, how can i have a confidence? Many girls don't get it, I was one of them. It takes one bad chosen diet, not enough food, age, less and less physical activity… A voillá! Chubby girl, self-critic. I criticize myself more than others. I'm a nutcase, I know. But I take better care of other people than myself.

Wow! I talk bullshit here and look… I'm downtown and lost in small backstreets, I don't even know. Lost in my thoughts. And fuck! Not only in my thoughts would it be better. Of course, nobody is here to ask directions and no orientation sight. But we have smartphones, yay! Or not, I try to go a little longer and see where I end up. The historical cities are beautiful, the small backstreets are amazing. At least during the day, but at night? I begin to be afraid of somebody who would attack me.

Okay, girl, where are you? After another 30 minutes I found nothing, no shortcut. Or no shortcut, I wasn't afraid to take. Instead of looking on my way in front of me, I'm watching the surroundings and suddenly boom. I think I hit the wall.

"Ow, fuck!" No better return to reality.

"Are you okay? I'm sorry, I wasn't watching where I'm going," the wall told me. So no wall, but man big as a mountain. I don't even wonder how he couldn't see me, when he's at least two times higher than me.

"It's okay, no worries. I'm sorry too, I didn't watch my course either." I smiled shyly and was checking the wall in front of me.

"Glad to hear that! And what are you doing here?" Now he was checking me.

"That's a longer story. I was lost in my head and after that in the streets," i managed to formulate an answer so i don't look like a complete idiot.

"Where are you going?" Good question.

"Originally I wanted to find a club or bar or something but…" I wriggled embarrassingly: "That didn't work out, so I will be glad if I find a place I know."

"When you go straight ahead, you find one club. If i was you, i wouldn't go there. Not in this," he pointed at me from head to toe. Did I imagine that, or did he just wink at me? This man is Rambo-like: muscles, sexy smile, short hair probably black, eye color i can't see. No, that type wouldn't pay attention to me, let alone wink at me: "Thank you for your advice. But I risk it. Straight ahead did you say?"

"Yes, but…" he began.

"I thank you one more time and I'm sorry, have a nice evening!" I walked to the direction without waiting for his answer.

"Stop!" I catch, but yet don't pay attention. Suddenly somebody grabs my arm and with light speed turns me to him. This time we stand under the street light. God save me! He's fucking hot. Brown eyes, dark hair, looks like black,but it could be dark brown too. If i want to look him in the eyes, my neck will hurt like crazy. People with smaller heights will understand. The whole aura of a mysterious man. That type with your head telling you "run", but everything else "stay".

"Damn! This man fell from a witch book?" I thought to myself. Or not? Holly fuck! I was awkwardly silent, but he laughed. "I-i… That… sorry. I didn't…'' I began to stutter.

"It's fine. I didn't laugh like that for a long time," he tried to give me a hand.

"Damn it!" I'm not a genius and this was the only thing I could say without stuttering. I hid my face in my hands and wanted to fall to earth.

"Okay, what if we change the subject?" He saved me.

"Yes please," I was a little calmer, relieved.

" I'm not letting you go in that club," he began.

"Wait a minute! I don't want to be rude or saucy. I don't know you, so…" I started. Before I could finish, I had his hand over my mouth. When did he make it? I don't know.

"The red hair color suits your nature. If you would let me continue to speak, you would hear, you don't go there alone. As a repayment for the accident I buy you a drink," that sounded like an order. No question, no other possibility to decide differently. Translation for me? Never! I caught his hand and moved it away.

"Okay then, just to be clear: I don't need a nanny or company…" I lied: "I don't even know who you are. What if you put something in my drink? What if you are some psychopath? What if…" his hand on my mouth again. Hey, who the fuck he think, he is. "Put that hand away, or I'll bite you!" I snarled.

"Forget it!" He said with amusement. "I won't let go in alone, because by this time the people are really able to put you something in that drink. And yes I know it for sure, because that club is mine. And I am no nanny! When something like that, then rather a bodyguard," he winked. Okay, maybe I saw it correctly before.

"Club owner? For real?" I crossed my hands on my chest, when he put his hand from my mouth.

"For real," he nodded.

"Then I don't get it at all. Why do you even speak with me? You are taken, womanizer or gay. Besides, a girl like me wouldn't get the attention from a guy like you," he bursted out laughing so much he was catching his belly. The most honest reaction in the last couple of years and that from a stranger man. I watched him for a minute. And I began to laugh too. I didn't laugh that much for a very long time, his laugh was catching. When we finally calmed down, he caught my hand and began to lead me somewhere, or better drag me.

"Hey, please, would it be possible to slow down? Some people don't have so long legs like you!" The club was soundproofed, because I almost yelled that. That confirmed me even the echo of my voice. My shoes weren't very comfortable, I was afraid to trip. I crashed into the wall again. This time the wall catched me and threw me over his shoulder. Just so. Like I weigh nothing, literally like a sack of potatoes.

"What the… Put me down! Now!" I jerked myself. For nothing. Bunching hisback was for nothing. Then I think of one thing… But he's a stranger. I can't… Or do I? He acts like we are old friends. I slapped his ass. Welcome to tingling in my hand. At least he stopped.

"You didn't do that, little one!" He sounded really surprised and amused.

"Firstly - oh yes I did. Secondly - we didn't agree on first-name terms. Let alone use nicknames. Thirdly.. AAA!" He didn't even let me finish and he put me down rapidly. I stumbled, because the work was spinning. He held me, so I wouldn't fall.

"Thirdly?" He looked at me. Fuck, what was thirdly? Why is my heart beating just by looking at him?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" was the only thing that came to my mind and made actually sense.

"Hm, let me think. Sexy, successful, independent, filthy rich… plus I bumped into the woman, she doesn't even try to get in my bed. She's even thinking, I'm gay. The best part is, I feel so good around her, I don't want to let her run away." He pulled me closer to him. "LITTLE ONE, fuck what everyone says or thinks. YOU are staying with me, till I find out more about you. And try to say 'no'. I know where I am, you don't. Is that more clear now?"

I stood with my open mouth, not able to speak.

"I'm waiting for an answer…" he let me go.

"Go to hell! Fuck all men! It's evident you know everything and you were everywhere. I don't like it," image some space between us. Partly I lied, he really was that type of guy from books I read - successful alpha male. Something drew me to him. Not only because of the look, I was also curious who he really is. He took a few steps towards me. "What are you doing? Personal space means nothing to you?" I tried.

"Like I told you, you won't get rid of me, until I know you better. So take a guess!" I don't have to do that, I don't want to run from him anyway. He just doesn't need to know it just yet. I looked him in the eyes and he just laughed. He looked like he just got a jackpot.

"Why me? I mean, look at me. In other circumstances you wouldn't even look at me." I turned in place.

"How can you know? I'm not looking for pretty faces for a very long time, you're different. Something in these beautiful eyes screams for help. It tells me that your behavior is just weak defense. Come on! What can you lose?" Fuck it! It won't work.

"Fine!" I gave up on other excuses. "But to be clear, I will go by myself!" I pointed out.

"I'm glad to hear that. And okay, I try to slow down." He offered me his arm. I don't know if he's a gentleman or if it's because of his high self-confidence. We walked in silence.

The minute we came to the door something was off. This wasn't the main entrance to the club, more likely some side entrance, or not even that. I had to shake a little, because he reacted.

"This is the entrance only for me, there is the side entrance and behind the corner is the main one. This corridor leads not only to the club, but also to the VIP-section. And to the elevator to my flat." Was explained to me.

"And that's not weird at all!" I said with half mouth, so he wouldn't hear me. That was the moment he wanted to tap a code for opening.

"That didn't even cross my mind! But it's a good idea! I have a bar in my flat. You're clever, little one!" He typed the code, held the door for me and made a place for me to enter. I bit my tongue and walked in. Now I heard the loud music and a bunch of people having fun. I hesitated, but he put his hand on my back, so I walked further.

We didn't go through the corridor very long, when i saw the elevator with another keyboard for another code and light with motion sensor. That was here for the security camera.

"Paranoid I would say, but logical." He gave me a faint laugh.

"One thing you have right. I could have a different woman every night. Expect that there are some, they go straight to my bed. They find out I have my entrance and without the security insurance I would have one big hareem in my place. You don't want this." He looked sad.

"I'm sorry!" I put my hand on his shoulder.

"You don't have to be. You're the first one I'm taking here." He did lead me further ahead.

"I'm honored!" I stopped and bounded for fun. He looked me up and down.

"Okay comedian, we go to the VIP-section, there will not be so many people and we can talk calmly.

"BOSS MAN!" rang out through the corridor. Some blond chick goes our direction. I wonder how her really small boobs are still in the push up bra in this deep low-cut dress or that it wasn't seen directly in her kitchen.

"Oh fuck! Behind me, little one, I will take care of it shortly." I listened, he looked pissed.

"Boss man, I was waiting for you, they didn't let me take my shift…" she began. The scent of alcohol was obvious from two meters from her.

" Why did you wait for me when I put Jack in charge?" He crossed his hands.

"Oh come on, I can't go home like this. Plus I was wondering if we could finally break the walls…" she said slowly and tried to touch him.

"Don't you dare to even try that! You could get hurt! You're drunk! And what the fuck are you wearing? You think this will help you to my bed?" More disgust and anger in the man's voice I didn't hear, ever. Even blondie shuddered and backed off a little. He took his wallet and threw some money on her. "This is for the taxi. And now fuck off!" That gave her the courage to speak.

"It will seem like you paid me for sex. I would look like a whore." But she took the money anyway. Suddenly she noticed me. She smiled so wicked that even Lucifer himself would look like a nice guy. Damn it. Now I will be the target. That's what I need.

"You know what? I thought I had a chance, but it seems you like the whales more…" she couldn't say more. He caught her by her throat and pinned her to the wall.

"I'm warning you, you golddigger. I know a lot of dirt on you. So much you wouldn't even find a job as a dookey girl. You're fired and now think hard, what will you do? From my point of view you have 2 choices. You can walk away calmly, or you will insult this little one once more and you will end up worse than a homeless person. In both cases don't you dare ever show up here again! So what?" She was shaking with fear, he didn't even hold her that strong, but his voice made it clear, he has no problem with choking her. He didn't do it, he let her go and came closer to me.

"Screw you! I'm walking away, nobody would like to work in this shithole anyways. Farewell!" And she walked away.

"Sorry, I didn't expect that. After what happened I understand if you want to go." He didn't even look at me. I was feeling sorry for him. What woman can be so desperate?

"Thank you for defending me. It could be more gentle…" I smiled at him. He looked at me with surprise.

"If you knew what kind of person she is, you would understand. I didn't control myself." I put my finger on his lips. He looked at me with curiosity.

"Can we go someplace else than in the club?" I took my finger away from his lips.

"Bar at my flat?" He grinded.

"What would you like! Nothing. What about some wine bar or… some place, where we will not be alone." I was red like a tomato. "It's not funny!" I defend myself.

"It is, because we are alone for some time now. And from my point of view…" he got dangerously close: "...if i wanted, you would be pressed to the wall, your hand above the head of yours and I could do whatever I want." He had that idea too? Okay.

"That's true. But you won't do it, big man." That's it, Kinky, a little confidence.

"Big man? Wait a minute, we are on first-name terms?" He stepped back and grinded. That beautiful smile, my knees were weak.

"Better calling 'dude' than last name…" I stuck out my tongue.

"Excuse me?" He raised his eyebrows and caught himself by his heart. "Ouch, that did hurt, how can I survive this?" I rolled my eyes and had to laugh.

"Actress" i shaked my head.

"When so then an actor!" He argued. "Okay, wine bar, right?" Changing the subject? Good, just let's go.

"Please," I said, making puppy eyes.

"Okey-dokey, just stop it with your eyes. You don't even have to do them." He offered me his arm. "Madame, shall we?"

"Ooh, thank you sir." I hooked my hand in his and we went.

Victor

"What do you mean the gold digger didn't show up at work?" It was all I could do not to yell in that God damned store with furniture, where I was waiting for finalizing my order for bar chairs for the club.

"Boss, take it easy, I will handle it…" Jack tried to calm me down. He's a good friend, but it's worth nothing today. To tell I'm more than pissed would be way too soft.

"I promise, when I see the who…" I stopped myself in the middle of the word. On the other side of the store - part with beds - stood a woman the other man’s with my look would overlook. Redhead chubby girl, but the red color was thanks to dyeing. I'm tall, I like martial arts, that gave me the look. In the gym I take more than the others. She would think so, I wouldn't pay her attention. To be honest, the look isn't everything. Not for me. I'm not looking for a pretty face, these go after money, prestige or just sex. See this one… Something is off with her, I can see, she's sad. I want to get to know her. Something radiates from her…

"Boss, boss, what is going on?" Jack disturbed me from my thoughts.

"Jack, I'll call you later, you're still in charge." I looked around.

"Fine, but…" I hung up. I looked after the seller, he should bring the paperwork. At that moment he showed up.

"So, mister Dragon, your order is taken care of. As soon as it is prepared, we let you know. Here you have all paperwork, bill included. The bill is due in 5 days. From my side, is that all, is there anything else I can help you with?"

"No, thank you. That would be all. Bye." Hand shaking and let's find the little one.

"Bye. Have a nice day!" Finally!

I looked, if she's still there. She was great. It's in the direction of exit, so I won't look like a crazy person. So five steps and I can ask if she needs help.

"What do you want?" She picked the phone with so much disgust. I know it's weird, but I'm curious, so I kept hearing.

"You've got to be kidding me! What have you done, wasn't enough? You want to continue to hurt me? I don't care, I don't want to talk to you. Take your things and get out. I find a way to pay you out of the flat. Now leave me be, goodbye!" A few tears escaped her, she looked like she would lose it.

"Hello, misses, how can I help you?" The female seller came.

"Hi, thank you, I'm just observing." She laughed.

"If you need anything, just let me know, I'll be there by the counter."

"Thanks." She just nodded. She stood there for a little longer, thinking and out of sudden she got away with the speed of light. I lost her. I can't find her. Fuck! I was on my way out. Mentally cursed myself how stupid I am. I headed to my car, so I had to walk through half of the shopping center. I didn't watch my steps, I was thinking, how will I find her?

"KIKY! Honey, wait!" I heard the most unpleasant woman's voice I ever heard. Even if I'm glad now, because she was calling the little one. Kiky, now I know the name. Fine, now don't lose her!

"Kiky, forgive me please, it was a misst…" she didn't finish. She had a red handprint over her face. Wow, that I didn't expect. She doesn't look like a violent person.

"Go fuck yourself!" I hope Cinderella loses her slipper. It would be much easier to track her. She is heading to the car park, it will be enough to get her registration number to find her. Instead of the car she went into the store with lingerie. I can't go after her, or? I stalk her anyway, that would be too corny. Lingerie, for women. Nope, not in there, decided.

After a moment of discussion with the sales woman, she goes to the fitting room. After ten minutes she goes out and pays for one set. She's leaving and heading… damnit, to me! Mainly discreetly, Victor! Hide like a teenager, great solution. Bravo! But I don't want to frighten her. I acted quickly like I'm looking around for something or someone. She didn't look at me directly. But God these eyes! Grey-blue color, but sad. Curly hair, I just wish I knew her natural color. I didn't see a more gorgeous woman in this shithole. I have to talk to her. She stands in front of a boutique with clothing I would never think she would pick. What the hell is she doing? What does she want to do?

The saleswoman helps her to pick the right one and shows her two pieces. Kiky shows the underwear. Change of pieces. And the one won. Fuck, fuck, fuck. That underwear would be enough to make him hard even if they can really control themselves. That dress in combination with heels? God stop me, before I do something stupid. I have to watch her.

Finally! She goes to her car. Wait a minute, here is my car also. I really hit the jackpot in the lottery today. She has her car parked just a few spots from mine. I'm sitting in my car waiting for her to put her stuff in her car so I can continue to watch her. My father would be so proud of me. She came to some block of flats. Now I have to wait. In one hour a taxi came and for a moment time had stopped or something, i had to adjust my penis in my jeans, because that was way too much. She got in the car and they headed to the city center. She went to a coffee shop. Cool, I have my garage nearby, I can go park my car and come back on my own.

When I came back, she was gone. Again! She can teleport herself or something! I looked around like a madman, it was almost dark, I was afraid for her. Shit, with the outfit she had she should have at least two bodyguards. Here she is! Where is she going? Backstreets lead to the square and… the club! No way in hell, not alone. I know a shortcut, ski can be there first. She is not here yet,where the hell is she? I tried the first lane I could think of. Maybe I'm still lucky. I should put a bet, I got ya! Another jackpot! How to approach her? What should I tell her? How can I tell her I'm stalking her for hours? I stopped looking, where I was going, when we crashed together. After that everything went so fast. We chatted a little, I maybe overstepped a few borders, but she didn't run. On the contrary she looked like a curious little girl. Her idea to go to a wine bar was super cool. And these puppy eyes? God, don't let her look down!

I needed more blood in my brain, but it's hard. And even more hard is not to take her back to my place. I’m just glad she came up with the wine bar. Wine bar “By the Dragon” was the closest. I let her go so I could open the door for her, we found a table really quick.

“What do you want, little one?”

“I don’t know. I sort wine like ‘I like it’ or ‘I don't like it’.” she shrugged. I shaked my head and had to laugh… I didn't laugh that much for a really long time. She made it. I started to think i cant laugh at all.

“Okay, so we have to let someone help us, agreed?” she gave me a death stare, but nodded. I would be afraid, if looks could kill. I would be dead by now.

“Alright, big guy!” She looked normal again.

“White - red - rosé?” first question.

“I don't care.” That didn't help at all.

“Madame, you are not playing along at all! Half dry - dry - half sweet - sweet?” another question, but with this i ended my knowledge about wine.

“I’d rather have it dry - half dry.” no response for my comment, better this way.

“Finally some answer!” She kicked me under the table. “Auch! What was that for?”

“For stupid comments!” She looked in another place, so I didn't see the corner of her mouth twitching.

"I would never dare. So nice guy, who is helping damsel in distress…" Oh yes! She laughing! Beautiful. She begins to have some pretty sparks in her eyes.

"Good evening, what is your or… Victor! It's about time you showed up!" The voice is unforgettable.

"Dean! You don't like your job?" We shook hands. The wine bari's mine, Dean is here in charge, he was a pity bartender, he's a sommelier. Plus a calm person who had really strong nerves with me.

"Are you still picking or have you chosen already?" He changed the subject.

"Nope, but you could help us. You know how I understand wine. Only one thing - Miss here likes dry or half dry wine." Dean looked me up. What have I done now?

"Lady, this man has no manners! I'm Dean, I'm in charge here." He kissed her hand instead of shaking it. If i didn't know, he's married and this is his way of meeting a woman, i would break his nose.

"Kiky, nice to meet you!" She slipped off her hand very quickly. She didn't meet his eyes not even once. Even looking in my eyes was out of the question. In my dictionary that means she doesn't trust herself. It can be fixed.

"So i go-to pick something. You didn't tell me the color so it's only up to me. I'll bring some snacks too!" And he was gone. We were quiet for a while, it was awkward.

"Victor, huh?" She played with a napkin.

"Kiky, huh?" I took her chin so she looked at me. She jerked a little, but stayed looking at me.

"How many businesses do you actually have?" She crossed her hands.

"Club and wine bar. In the future I would like one coffee shop." I say probably too easy.

"Money is no issue for you, I guess?" She raised her eyebrows.

"Yep, but I did admit it. I'll tell you my story, but you first. Deal?" I offered her my hand to shake it. She looked me up.

"Fine! But I'm too sober for that." She shaked my hand.

"So we'll wait for refreshment?" I suggested.

"And what would you like to do in the meantime?" She relaxed.

"You don't want me to tell you, little one!" I winked at her.

"Man's! God!" She rolled her eyes.

"You two made me quite a challenge, I like that. I won't tell you what I chose, but you will enjoy it. And here you have something to bite." Dean came as a savior. The waitress put the plate on the table. "If you need something, call me!" We nodded and Dean went away. I did notice some weird group. The waitresses avoided them, Dean was watching them. And they were eyeing my Kiky.

I poured some wine, white wine, we toasted and we melted with delight.

"The best wine I ever had!" I sipped one more time.

"Dean is the best!" I was glad he came with this one.

"He is! So you will ask or do you want a summary?" She began.

"It's up to you." I don't want to push her. Eventually I will know everything.

"Okay. Let's do this. My childhood wasn't ideal, but I was happy. My dad tried hard so we have everything we need. My mum and he argued a lot, sometimes it was violent. Mother could provoke my dad so much that he hit her sometimes. It wasn't really his fault. He loved me, he protected me from her. Mother couldn't stand, he 'loves me more' than her, so she left. Without her we were alright." She had tears in her eyes, so I took her hand. "Sorry, talking about it is much harder than I thought. Okay, let's move on. Elementary school was cool, I was invisible. High school was better, we were a good group. My thirst love happened, but didn't last long, because we were in different universities. At university I met Tím, my ex. He was attentive at first, everything was perfect. We were in the same university, but in different faculties, we worked during the study. We saved enough money to buy a flat. But my dad helped us, he bought furnishings in it. Tim gave up on his studies, I didn't. I earned a bachelor's degree in English Philologie. I never wanted a red diploma, it never was about the grades for me. The main goal was to finish the study." I filled her glass.

"That's not a practical field, I guess." I pointed.

"It is and it's not. But it doesn't matter now. Moments after my graduation ceremony my daddy died.

"Wait a minute! Grandparents? Aunts? Uncles? Friends?" I gave her time to calm down.

"Friends come and go depending on what they need from me. From dad's family there was no one left. mother's family i never knew." She drank the glass at once.

"Wow, wow slow down, little one, it's a little stronger. I'm sorry to hear that." I filled the glass anyway. I have to watch her so she won't get drunk.

"I'm sorry, you will have to watch over me. And you don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault. I learned to count only on myself. To be alone on everything." And what about that Tim guy? He let her suffer alone?

"Not anymore. I will be here for you, just let me know." She thought for a while if I meant it.

"I don't trust people, the person has to gain my trust. That takes time. Many people aren't that patient." She sounded disappointed. I wish I could take her in my lap and hug her.

"Alright, go on, Miss bachelor!" I drank.

"I had to sell dad's flat and for the money from it I created a separate account. Tim had a steady job, the money was plan B, if something would go to hell. We were fine for some time, but one day Tim came and he was fired and came home with the thought he will go back to university. I was working in the library at that time, good money, only my paycheck wasn't enough for everything. So I found another job in one Store, where they offered me a full time job, more money, so i quitted the job in the library. He tried to study for some time…" she wanted to continue.

"What kind of man is it? He isn't able to take care of himself let alone of his woman. I would smash his face." I couldn't take it. This was against all I was told to do.

She laughed a little and went on: "Where were you, when I needed to hear this? Maybe I'll give you a chance, I’m starting to like you…" she sipped her wine and licked her lips. She begins to tease me.

"Don't tease me!" I meant it.

"I will go on… His study didn't last long, when he found some friends. He made everything purposely worse. He was drunk all the time, he wasn't home much. When he was he wanted things I couldn't do. He insulted me, made fun of me. They even kicked him out of school. That brought him to reality and he put him together. Our lovelife sucked, if we did it, it was all about him. Last week he went out with his friends. Out of blue my phone rang and one of his friends sended me a video, where he was fucking with so called friend of mine. They gave it some nice note: 'Finally he has a hottie, little monster!'..." Now she lost it and cried. Now I can hug her. I get it, why doesn't she trust herself. She wasn't even able to describe what she went through.

I decided to tell her how it really was with our meeting. "Your right, the trust must be earned. So I need to tell you something. I don't want to lie, but you will run away from me."

"What-is-it?" She tried to calm down.

"We didn't crush on each other by accident. I was looking for you." She pushed me away so she looked me in the eyes.

"How-do-you-mean-it?" She didn't stop crying completely.

"I saw you in a shop with furniture." I waited for her to say something.

"Oh, go on…" she looked confused

"I accidentally overheard your phone call with Tim, like I realize now. I saw the slap in the face, which makes more sense now. From that time I was watching you. Shopping center - house, where you live - city center - coffee shop. After that you were heading to the club, where I couldn't let you walk in alone." I stopped talking. She was too quiet. "Please say something!"

"I'm still processing." Yeah, I can see that. "I should run. I should slap your face too." But she didn't do it.

"I understand, I won't stop you." I told her and sounded disappointed.

"But if I should do what I have to, I would kick that asshole sooner. Actually I thought I saw you somewhere…" she admitted. "I feel good with you, safe even."

"So you won't run?" I was happy like a kid on Christmas.

"No, not yet." She smiled. "I should tell you something else."

"I'm listening." Getting something from her is hard.

"When I started to date him, I looked different. I was hottie, petite… but some stupid decision, some plus-years and here I am." She spread her hands, so I can have the best view. And I had hell of one… plunging neckline didn't hide a thing. "That's why they insulted me and even Tim held it against me."

"Too bad for him. Because you're gorgeous!" Now she has tears in her eyes again, but this is the kind I like. She blushed. "You don't trust yourself, I can see that. But I mean every word I said."

"Thank you!" She whispered. Dean notest we were almost out of wine so he automatically came to refill. He saw the situation, but didn't ask. He was never pumping the information. I was grateful for that.

"The worst part is I criticize myself more than the others could." She admitted.

"I will have to fix it. Come on, little one, the man didn't deserve you. If you don't believe in you, believe me." I stroked her hair.

"And what do you tell me about yourself?" She was changing the subject.

"I try, but it's more complicated." I had to admit. She didn't run when I came clean about the stalking. But if I tell her my life story? She will jump out of the closed window. How should I do it? My past is bad, if it catched up with me, my closest will be the target.

"That's a long pause! That bad, huh?" She asked. "What? Are you a maf-guy, murder or something like that?" My eyes opened wide.

"And if I am a maf-guy?" I brought up.

"That would make sense. And it would mean I can't run from you even if I wanted to because you already have eyes on me. So it is in the books." I shrugged.

"In the books?" I didn't understand.

"Yep, these kinds of books are full of sex… Like in the apps or even paper books." She was red again. She reads those, like for real? Fuck me!

"I see, I have to do some research." Just not to forget it. "So what would be your reaction?"

"I don't know, but even if I should run, I'm sitting here." Point for her.

"What if we talked about you today? At least I will have an excuse to see you again." I suggested.

"Boring, but fine. I have no other choice anyways." Another win. "Plus I like it. My plan was to find a club, drink and get off. If someone would like what he sees. One night fun."

"I won't even comment on that. I have one question - where did you learn to speak so expressively?" She bursted out laughing.

"That could happen even in better families!" We were laughing hard, but we did disturb the group, because they were watching us. Some with disgust, but mostly on Kiky. “I think we are considered rebels.” She hid behind me a little bit. “I don't like how they are watching us.” She didn't have to say more, I gave them a look and it should have warned them to mind their own business. It wasn't working that much, they had more alcohol in their system, so they thought they were in control. I stood up like i'm going for more wine. Dean got it and went to me with saying loud:

“Boss, you should have called me!” That was enough for them to understand.

“Thank you for your help, Dean!” I turned to him. “What's going on?”

“They are pissing me off from the moment they went in. The waitresses are afraid of them, this is only one of them left in here, because I let her put them in line. She has some self defense lessons.” It was way too much even for me.

“Good evening, boys, it's time to pay the check and go home.” They were all looking at me.

“Man, are you kidding? We just started!” one of them tried.

“You have five minutes to get your things, pay and get out!” this was my tone, when i knew, they would be pissed with fear. It was enough, they got up and were doing what they were told to do. “Any other guests?” I asked Dean.

“No, only they. The others left.” He explained it to me. “Victor, interesting is they would calm down, when you and Kiky walked in. One looked at his phone and that was it.” he added.

“Fuck! Everything is secured?" This isn't normal.

“Yep, I was going to throw them out by myself.”

“Great, put everything in expenses, lock it down and go home.” I tapped his back.

“Thanks!” Dean was glad, he will be home sooner. I looked at our table, but I didn't see her. I began to panic. I looked in the direction of the toilets. She was coming back and looking around with confusion, because nobody was here.

“Let's go, little one!” I let her know. She wanted to say something, but just nodded in the end. We said goodbyes and went away.

Kiky

As long as Viktor rose up under the pretense of going for wine, so he will find out what this group is up to, I didn't even notice there's only one waitress. I didn't like this attention. I went to use a ladies room. In the back I heard other waitresses whisper, they probably felt the same way as me. Victor kicked them out without one hesitation. It was a relief. I could go back in peace finally.

"Let's go, little one!" One sense, the debate would go nowhere, so I didn't argue. He still had the murderer look at him. After we left, we walked in silence. It was getting colder and I was regretting that I didn't bring a jacket or something. I couldn't resist anymore.

"What happened?" I tried not to chatter my teeth.

"Don't worry about that." He said. "And you sleep in my flat today."

"What? No way!" I stopped. But my feed twisted and I would fall, if he didn't catch me.

"I got you. And it wasn't a question, not even a reason to debate." He held me close to him.

"If i won't listen to you?" I found courage. And God that smile! I'm glad he's holding me otherwise I would definitely fall.

"Stop bugging me!" He pushed me even closer.

"I'm not staying with you overnight, I don't know you." A little tease is alright, or?

"Don't play with fire…" if it should be a frat, it sounded very different.

"I could say the same thing." Okay, girl, breathe.

"How about this deal: You stay with me overnight and I will tell you about me in the morning. Deal?" Say no, say no.

"I will regret it, but yes." Fuck, i have weak knees already and i make this bullshit. "Why am I doing it? Do I really need this?" I tried to push him a little further. He took a breath to answer me. "Rhetorical question!" I barked.

"I will answer anyway." No, nope, no. "If I wanted to hurt you, I could do it during that time I stalked you, or when we were alone. Even now I could hurt you."

"I know! Damnit, but I don't have anything to stay overnight." I realized.

"Alright. We will go somewhere to buy what you need." He looked at his watch, let me go and walked really fast.

"Slow down, big man! I'm not two meters tall and don't have very long steps. But we talked about it!" He stopped.

"I'm taller than two meters…" he smiled.

"Even!" Just shut up. Don't drool. And stop shaking! Damn it!

"To be clear. Usually I wear a suit, not Jeans, shirt and leather jacket. I go to the gym regularly, I can take more than others, your weight is nothing! If it crossed your mind to interrupt me, don't. I'm good at more than one martial art. You don't have to worry about one thing. Now take this." He took off his jacket and threw it over my shoulders. This scent and the warmth! "Now you finally stop chartering the teeth, close your mouth and move with his sexy ass. And breathe!" Huh? I didn't breathe? Close my mouth, done. Breath, done. Sexy ass? I looked at my ass, it has to look awesome. He covered his mouth with his hand so it wasn't visible that he was smiling, but he was shaking with a smile. Idiot! It's it hot here?

"Can you take shorter steps?" I said mild.

"No, we have to hurry, but here is one thing possible…" he caught me really fast, lifted me in the air, i catched him around his neck, so i won't fall. He carried me like a bride.

"What the fuck is this now?" I wanted to sound angry, but… It sounded different. It was quite pleasurable. I might even enjoy it.

"I won't carry you over my shoulder. This is much better, I could get used to it." He admitted.

"Unbelievable!" I rolled my eyes and shook my head.

"Don't be afraid, ten minutes and we will arrive at the place." He assured me.

"Okay!" The second reason I was glad he was carrying me was, I don't have to walk in my heels. I put my head on his shoulder. "No comments!" Was the only thing I could say.

"As my queen wishes!" He joked.

I smiled a little, I tried to watch the course, but I had no idea where we were. To my surprise we were at the park, I did know. Nearby was a shopping center. He put me down by the center, took my hand and led me to one store, where you could buy everything: clothing, shoes, accessoires, something sweet and so on. We went through the store very fast, in the shopping basket was everything that I needed. Long sleeping shirt, toothbrush, sneakers, leggings, shirt and underwear. By the underwear I was red even on my ass. But I was wondering, they were even my size. By the cash desk he was faster with paying with words: "Forget it! It's on me!" I didn't fight. In the end it was his fault, I didn't want to sleep over by him. I just nodded in agreement.

"Thanks!" I whispered. He took all the bags and stood by the bench near the toilets.

"It's nothing, little one! Do you wanna change?" He gave me one bag.

"Yeah, but…" I cutted me in the middle of a sentence.

"What then?" He looked at me.

"In that case I would need one more shirt." I wriggled like a child.

"I understand, I will get it for you, you go change." I didn't even thank him, he was back in the store. I founded the most clean cubicle, made my business and changed. I took back his jacket and went to find him. He wasn't there yet, so I sat on the bench and waited. It didn't take long. He was heading to me with another bag.

"I took you some sweatshirt too. But I won't give you that, the jacket suits you more." He winked.

"Thank you… I guess." I stood up, when he bent for the bag. To my surprise too I kissed him on the cheek. He stopped in his movement and kept looking at me with wide eyes.

"Little one…" He wasn't able to say it.

"You whore! You found a replacement pretty soon!" It rang through the hall together with a whistling sound. Victor's expression changed at that instance. And if i though he will murder in that wine bar, I was so fucking wrong. Now even I was afraid of him. He said nothing, straightened up and stood in front of me, so I was protected.

"Should I ask who this is?" He asked in a low voice.

"Tim and his group of friends…" I pressed myself onto his back.

"Tim, buddy, screw that, the ugly girl isn't worth it." One told Tim.

"Yeah, let's go! Mona is waiting." Added another. Suddenly I was feeling sick. Mona huh? Tim didn't listen and stood right in front of Victor.

"Maybe you're right. The whore isn't worth it. And you…" He focused on Victor now: "...I don't know with whom you bet to fuck her, but enjoy her. She's worth a shit anyway!" And he goes back to me. "And one more thing, bitch, I won't leave the flat, until you pay me off and don't give half of the money from slaying your daddies flat." I didn't like that smile. Not at all. It seemed like the whole hell broke loose. I was in shock, shaking and not able to speak.

"Bunch of idiots, they have to prove their ego on women. Wretches!" That was not anger, it was disgust and resistance.

"What did you say?" Tim was always too confident. He thought he always had the upper hand. Especially when he wanted to show off before his friends.

"Do you have something with your ears, or you're retarded? Even if I say for you it would be better to have another title…" Victor laughed in his face. Tim didn't expect that. He had it in head, everybody fears him. If someone stood up, it was bad. Particularly when he had a few drinks.

"Retarded? Well, even if so, I can count you're alone. You're outnumbered and we don't have to protect the wide little Kiky!" He grimaced.

"I'm shaking. Just a group of assholes in number, that even don't know the basic self-defense. Nothing new under the sun. You know what, you son of bitch? Not even one of you is worth wasting my time. We are leaving, little one!" Victor turned and we wanted to walk away.

"Victor!" I yelled. Tim wanted to attack from behind. After that it is a little foggy. Victor dodged, catched me and threw me over the bench, where he held me, so I wouldn't hurt my ass, because I ended up sitting.

"Don't even move!" I couldn't even if I wanted to, I was scared to death.

He made a few steps from the bench, they circled him, but Victor stood still. Don't ask me what was next. I hide my head in my lap. I just heard the punches and screams of pain. And suddenly it was quiet. I lifted my head just a little. Victor kneeled to me with his smile on him. You know, what's funny? Just now I paid attention to his wide shoulders and his build like from the press. The Greek gods' statues are nothing in comparison to him.

"If you enjoyed the view, are you hungry?" He sounded amused. I didn't realize the double entendre…

"What… where… fuck!" I stuttered. Tim and his group started to stand up from the ground. They looked like beaten dogs with their tails between their legs. My head spinned and when I wanted to stand up I fell again. Tim wanted to use it to his advantage, but Victor turned. Tim looked like lightning struck him. He ran fast. I sat on the bench, Victor kneed by me still and hugged me. I didn't fight him, he just protected me. At this moment he was the only one who kept me together just by being by me. So protected I felt only with my dad.

"I will know more about that Tim dushback, when you are ready." I looked at him.

"Why?" I didn't understand.

"Because you won't pay him anything and he will leave you alone!" That's what I don't believe.

"How…" I tried to speak, but I couldn't compose myself anymore.

"You have me. I won't let anybody insult you, or hurt you. It will sound weird, but I will be the only person who could hurt you." I didn't know what that meant, but I didn't think straight. I hugged him and let him comfort me.

"Can we go?" I came to realize that the center will close soon.

"Of course. And will you answer me if you're hungry?" He lifted both of us.

"Not very much…" They are beyond honesty.

"Nevermind, we are buying something anyway. We can heat it up later." He took my hand.

"Thank you for everything! I don't know how to repay you." My voice broke. He stroked my face, took all the things and led me away. We bought something to eat and went to his flat.

The road was longer than I expected. I didn't mind, I could calm myself down. The club was roaring and I boomed with laughter. Like some crazy person. "Attempt number two." Victor thought for a minute, what I meant by that and burst out laughing too.

"Better would be the first, before it was just fun." He opened the door and we went to the elevator.

"Nope! The second. Because you wanted this from the beginning. But I should let you carry me over your shoulder at first. Sorry for the show there." The elevator opened.

"It's not your fault. You are not clairvoyante. You didn't know, we will meet them." He entered first and pulled me to him. "You're safe now. By me." He caressed my face.

I didn't even manage to answer and the door opened again. Didn't he say flat? It's like a small house. The hallway led to the living room, he was walled off with the bar by the kitchen, in another hallway were four doors.

"I'm jealous of my place, you look it up more than me…" he interrupted my thinking.

"Auch!" I tried to punch his hand.

"Solid punch, but it wants to train more." He laughed at me.

"When you hit the wall with your bare hand, it hurts!" I stuck my tongue at him and hoped he didn't hear and see me. Nope, busted! He turned around very slowly and raised his eyebrow.

"You don't want to say or do it, right?" Okay, what now? We will try to play it out.

"I wouldn't dare. Never." I raised my hands like I was giving up.

"The mirror never lies. Plus you didn't say it that quite." He put down the things in slow motion. I didn't know what he's up to.

Victor

How can I help her, when she doesn't talk to me? I see, she's thinking. I'm not used to doing nothing. We arrived at the place and she spoke. I would say her joking is her way to keep her sanity. She doesn't want to think about the bad, so she hides herself behind this facade. The moment in the elevator was like punishment. I don't know how I controlled myself. In the flat there was peace, finally. Nobody will disturb us, we will be alone. I wanted that. Teasing is fine, she will play that game, I'm in. She's laughing and that's what matters. There's a slim possibility I took it a little farther, she punched my arm. She really thought I didn't hear her? I didn't have to turn around,she didn't notice the mirror. The paws in the air won't help her, when they will be tied up to the bed.

"You little…" I didn't finish when she threw the pillow from the couch at me. Fuck! That was my idea! I caught the pillow, but I have to come up with a way to punish her. Playtime. Put down the pillow slowly on the armchair. Step by step go close to her, like the cat hunts the mouse. I should come up with something really fast, she will hit the wall soon.

"Not my best, huh?" She began to move backwards nervously.

"Not very much." I continued.

"I tried." She grinned.

"What should I do with you, when you are behaving so badly?" I know something, but I can't do it yet.

"Show me the place?" She suggested.

"Nope, you don't get away with it so easily, little one!" Two, one and wall.

"Shit!" She cursed. She began to look around for the way out. Too bad. She hit the spot between the bureau and the vitrine with my trophies. I walked to her and put my hands on the wall around her, so she couldn't run. She raised her head.

"You deserve to be bent over the knee and get twenty five on the bare ass. You should count, thank me and address me 'sir'..." I tried to tame this part of me. But it's not easy.

"No!" She jerked.

"No? Tell me one hell of a reason why not." I gave her a chance.

"If you kill the fool, the whole kingdom falls?" Fool? Queen is more likely.

"From where are these nonsense, I have no idea. But I will think a little longer." I looked her up and down. She swallowed empty and bit her lip. That was enough for me to know, she's more than I could imagine. She's perfect. Inexperienced, we have to learn what she likes and not. But she's already mine. My little sub. Strange is, she is even more. Love is a swear word for me. But it's only one that describes it. I want to protect her, I don't want to lose her. With her I'm myself. And now she's standing here, waiting for my move. In that shopping center I recognized one thing: She doesn't love him, she only thought she does, but in reality she's afraid of him. Being with him was a force of habit. It shouldn't be like that. Plan is clear: getting rid of the boulder at her foot - Tim - and Kiky will be more calm. Then I can train her.

"Fine. We will play a game instead. I will ask and you have to answer. No lies. Don't even try to lie, I will recognize." Thirst idea in my head.

"Can I ask too?"

"Not today, little one." The time will come.

"Okay. I don't have any other choice anyways." She gave up quickly.

"Let's do this, come and sit. Do you want something to eat and drink?" I stepped aside.

"I… I guess so. Can we heat the food up? You have wine? I would take a shot, but I don't want to combine." Without answering I went to the kitchen.

"Wine is there." I pointed to the fridge for wine. "I heat the food up." I passed the glasses and corkscrew.

When everything was done, we sat on the couch. The food was good, until now I didn't feel hungry. Obviously not even Kiky. I cleaned up the dishes and brought the wine. I have to take it easy.

"What's your favorite music?" Like really? Peachie, dude, you manned up.

"Tough question. Actually I'm listening to everything. It's enough, when the lyrics are good or the sound is catchy." She lit up.

"So should I play something?" Maybe I can manage to make her relax a little more.

"It's okay!" Nothing then.

"What are your hobbies actually?" I realized too late.

"You want to know now?" She rolled her eyes.

"New rule - no comments!" I raised an eyebrow.

"I can't do this!" She looked shocked by the show.

"You will have to." I mimicked her so I know her reaction.

"Fine." She finished. "I like to read, listen to music, walk… just simple things." She shrugged.

"Alright, so you won't complain, you know nothing about me. I'm the same with music. Reading too. Add to it martial arts and gym. But I said that." I had to say something. She could say she wants to go to sleep.

"What are you thinking about?"

"About this situation in general." She lowered her head.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Forcing her to answer this would lead nowhere.

"I don't know?" It sounded like a question.

"It wasn't very convincing. I don't want to force you." She looked at me and was quiet for a while.

"Okay. Part of this story you know. Tim was part of my life for a very long time." She decided by herself, good girl. "I tried to fool myself, everything is okay. That between us wants nothing special. A fairytale in the beginning, it turned into a nightmare. In bed he wanted what I didn't. The best was for me to be in the work I took more shifts. Not to pay the bills, but to save money. It would sound weird to you, when you saw me I was choosing a bed. I tried to fit one paycheck, I didn't want to take money from my savings. It sounds stupid, I could get the best. The savings were my backup plan. And look at me, where I ended. His behavior escalated, I was afraid of him coming home and forcing sex out of me." She was shaking so I held her closer. "The evening, when he cheated on me, I wanted to give it one last shot. To offer the last compromise… I didn't like that thought, Tim didn't fit in it. But I wanted to try anyway. When I saw the video, I packed his things and left them at the door. I left the key in the keyhole. He came at night and made a scene. My neighbor kicked him out. My daddy said I should be careful with him, but he knew, love is blind. And that is. Day after, the neighbor came and changed the locks. I gave him a bottle of the best RUM I found. As thanks. It came to bombarding my phone with missed calls and SMSs…. Until I couldn't take it anymore and picked it up. That you overheard. And rest you saw." I let her finish, she had to get it out of her.

"Do you love him?" I needed to know for sure.

"No, for a while now." She put her head on my shoulder.

"Wow! I never had a girlfriend. No girl was worth it. All relationships lasted one week or max one night. Helping each other out, let's say. But I can tell you one thing. I would NEVER treat my lady like that! How I lost my temper with the gold digger today was an exceptional situation. I tamed me for a very long time, she's still a woman. She offered herself to me. All the time. She didn't do her job, was coming drunk and customers were complaining. She took man's in the alley to get me jealous. The last drop was when she insulted you." I promised to explain it, so I had to keep that word.

"I'm sorry." She touched my hand. Self-control, Victor, self-control. "What else do you have in store?"

"A few questions in one, some silly things, before I come up with something better. Favorite place, food, drink… What do you appreciate about people or don't?" She raised her head and began to laugh. "Don't laugh, you little creature!"

"Sorry, I just talked way too much till now. Actually I speak with you more than anybody else in years." That's what I wanted. "Food - almost everything, of course I have something I don't like, but I say it forward. I wouldn't ever taste insects or snails or something disgusting like that for me." Now was my time to laugh hard. That face of disgust. "That wasn't funny!" She scrawled.

"Better keep going please…" I composed myself.

"Drink - water, water with lemon, sometimes syrup. From time to time some sweet lemonade. Alcohol sometimes, just a little. Wine you know, otherwise beer. Something stronger, not so much, practical never." She paused. "Actually I wonder how I drank too much with you. That's not usual."

"I heard I'm a bad influence." I hunched my shoulder.

"I won't comment on that! Favorite place I don't have. I like the historical cities, but the nature also. To people… I like honesty, a good heart and a sense of humor. I don't like arrogance, power usage, superficiality and lies." She ended.

"We have too much in common. I think you won't ever get rid of me." I poked her shoulder.

"We will see. I can still run from you." I almost poured the glass I wanted to fill.

"Well, in that case I should bring another wine, so it would be harder for you." I was joking.

"I think I had enough wine for today. I like to go to sleep, if it's okay." She rested.

"Whatever you want." I took her hand and looked her in the eyes.

"You know, Tim had a way to say, he wants sex." She spoke without asking.

"I'm listening." A way to avoid awkward situations.

"It didn't depend on me, if I wanted to or not. He just had to touch my elbow and it was clear, we go to do it. When he was drunk, it hurted, I often said no. He was stronger…" She was trying not to cry.

"You should have told me that sooner, I would kill him." She looked at me to know how serious I am. "Yes, I mean it. My family uses any means necessary, but never ever would a male family member do this. Women and kids are off limits. We have to have some reason for it."

"How do you mean it?" Shit, I told too much.

"I promise, I will explain tomorrow. But first what we do will be your moving from that flat and we will find you a new job. If needed, I will have a new phone number for you." He won't find her, I will keep her safe. By me.

"Why?" She didn't understand.

"This was a homestuck villance, he should be rotting in the ground." I caressed her face.

"My dad would like you." She smiled.

"It's a pity, I didn't meet him." I pulled her even closer. I hope her father has something he could use as leverage on him. "What about the parents of this son of bitch?"

"I don't know, they haven't been in contact ever since he gave up on studying. They didn't like me either." She got to be kidding me, right? "Where is the bathroom?" She moved. I took her to the door and sat back.

Kiky

Again I talk too much. Talking to him is easier than I thought. Maybe because he reminds me of my dad with his judge of character. I hope he won't disappoint me like Tim did. I feel like a wretch. Let man torment me. I always thought it couldn't happen to me. It is easy to run away, put him in place… It isn't. If you believe, you have no other choice. The past can't be changed, it's time to think about the future. Shit, I'm here way too long, I should come out. Victor wasn't on the couch, but I saw a door was open and it was light there. He took some clothes from the closet, so he didn't see me coming. It suggested itself for slow sneaking and: "Boo!"

He had his head between two shelves so he got scared and bumped his head. "Ow!" He hissed and rubbed the place where he bumped. As a good friend I laughed hard at first, then I intended to help him. But his look was enough for me to run. "Wait till I get you!" I ran behind the couch he was on his other side. We played on Tom and Jerry for a minute, he went right, me left. It didn't last long, he ran out of patience and he kneed on the couch and pulled me to the head of the couch.

"What should I do with you, little one?" I tried to escape. "Ee, this time it won't be so easy!"

"Potato-potato." I stuck my tongue. Am I not stupid? He grabbed me suddenly, raised me from the floor, seated me on the head of the couch so I had my legs around him. If it wasn't enough, we were so close I could feel because of his hard spot how he controls himself. He grabbed me with both of his hands and kissed me. Damn me! My best kiss ever! In the beginning i fighted back, but I couldn't resist. I caught his arm so I wouldn't fall. Unintentionally I moaned. His hand came to my waist and he pulled me closer. When he stopped I had to catch my breath.

"Sorry…" he began but didn't let me go.

"It's okay, it's my fault too." I interrupted him.

"We are sleeping in the same bed." He claimed out of nowhere with the tone "that's out of discussion". No space to say otherwise.

"Yes, sir!" It fell out of me. Saluting I skipped. It suited the tone, plus he is the type you imagine.

"What did you just say?" This stare I never saw. The stare of the wolf before he eats you for his dinner. I probably end up in hell, but fuck… My panties could be wringed or spin-dried.

"Say it again and look me in the eyes!" He raised my chin.

"Yes, sir!" No hesitation. We stared at each other. He ran through his head what he should do with me without losing control. It could be seen.

"If you want to sleep tonight, without me showing you what I can do to you, be careful, what you say." He let me go.

"Yes…" I stopped myself. I was curious, who wouldn't be? I didn't know his story. To that I knew my head won't help me. The brain was elsewhere.

"Good! I will prepare the bed." He pulled me down on the couch, when he was rising up.

"Where is the shower?" I stood up quicker than I intended. I staggered a little.

"Watch yourself, little one! The door across the bedroom. In the left closet are towels." He catches me.

"Thanks!" It looked like he was going away, when I realized one more thing. "Victor…" he scared me, when I turned, because he stood behind me.

"And without 'boo'." He laughed.

"Really? Fine. Where are the bags?" I tried to slow down my heart, before I get infarct.

"In the bedroom." We went together.

"There." He pointed at the chair by the coffee table. I put the things out of the bags, prepared all I will need. Suddenly I remembered I should check my phone. Curiosity killed the cat, right? The whole world was spinning, I almost fell, how sick I was. My breathing was heavy, even if I didn't run the marathon. Victor notested, catched me and sat me down. He wanted to ask what happened. He didn't have to. I showed him the phone: "You whore, you will pay for everything!" The only SMS I read, I didn't have the courage to read more of them. And I don't count the lost calls. I should unlock the phone, what I have done, he went through the settings then.

"What are you doing?" I managed to ask him.

"I will need more time for this. I changed the lock. Are you able to walk to the shower?" He looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. "Okay, I'll help you and will go to the living room and will go through this shit. Don't be afraid, you're with me. He can't hurt you." He took me by my waist and led me to the bathroom, he went for my clothes. "I let the door slightly open, if you need anything, just call me." He caressed my cheek, which made me a little calmer, and went away. I was left alone with my thoughts.

Victor

To control myself after that addressing was hard, even harder when she stopped to take a fight. I wanted to rip her clothes off. Only thing that stopped me was that she didn't talk back to me. When I told her, we were sleeping in the same bed. I didn't want to take advantage of the situation. I should've realized, she's calm finally, some shit will happen. I put the phone on the table by the couch, sat down and waited till I heard the water running. To this reading I will need something stronger. Time for whiskey. First at once. Second double. Turn the sound off, done. I stood by the door to the bathroom and listened. I wish I could go in. That would be a terrible idea. Back on the couch, Victor, breathe, you have other things to do now. Let's do it. What's on this son of bitches heart?

"Say to the fucker of yours, he's dead, you little piggie."

"I'm gonna pluck you like a chicken. You end up under some bridge, where I find you and show you what you lost."

"You stupid, you're worth nothing. I should beat the stupidity out of you. You were good just for my emptying."

Breath in and out, drink, another refill. I was shaking with anger, but I did go on.

"Next time I'll let my boys take you. You need a lesson anyway to have some experiences."

"Are you ignoring me? It will bite you."

"Bitch, you didn't want to fuck with me, what will the banger do, when he finds out, you can't fuck?"

"YOU WHORE, YOU WILL PAY FOR EVERYTHING!" Yep, this one she read. I'm glad that only this one…

"Stop giving him a blow job and pick up the phone."

"You're not home? You fuck him so long? I'll wait for you and you'll see."

"You'll regret that you were born. My parents will help me."

That was the last message, I resent all of them and deleted them along with the missing calls. I had my knuckles blue as I clenched my fists. HE will be the one wishing to be never born. It's time to dial one number for an emergency, which this is.

"Cousin! You live?" Sounded from the other side.

"Leave it! I'm not in mood, Damien!,"

"What happened?" Damien knew it wouldn't end up well if he was acting stupid like this.

"I'll send you one number. About this mother fucker i want to know everything! Do you understand? Absolutely everything!"

"Finally some interesting assignment! How quickly?"

"Yesterday was late."

"Wow, that has to be a piece of work, if you are calling me."

"You have no idea. My little one is…"I didn't finish.

"Woman? YOURS? What the fuck did happened? Or better… What did he do to her?"

"What he's done, you'll find out. I resent you for the messages. The girl didn't deserve this. And to that there's something similar about that guy." But what?

"Okay, don't worry, nothing will happen to her. The messages just ca… what the fuck mean this? Who behaves like this to a woman?"

"As you see someone does. Damien, please…"

"Don't say anything to the old guy, yeah, I get it."

"Thanks, I owe you one."

"It would be enough when you won't hide her from me. I'm on it." He hung up.

Damien was the only family member I liked to see. He's more than my cousin, he's like a brother to me. I hope he lets me know soon. Kiky's phone started to vibrate. "TIM ♥“ on display. I listened for a while, when I heard her crying, I thought I would murder. I drank the shot in one gulp and refilled. Let's do this. Show on.

"You're dead, you hear me, DEAD! How dare you change the locks? WHORE!"

"Now listen to me very carefully, you pig. You stop to text her, you stop to call her and most importantly to threaten her! You have no means to do it. On the other hand, I can let you disappear without a trace. She's MINE!" There was silence for a moment.

"Who the fuck you think you are?"

"I didn't introduce myself? I have to fix that. Victor Dragon." Yep, that's it. Struggling for a breath, silence. He knows the name. He knows he is buried in shit.

"No… that's not… how…" he stuttered.

"That's not your fucking business! Remember what I told you. You can leave the keys in the letterbox. For you being a stone by her leg and she took care of you when it was your job to take care of her, you leave her alone. Rest of your things you will find in front of the flat, she will never be back there. Behave like you are now…" I pause.

"Are you threatening me?" He has high opinions about himself…

"No, no, no. I'm just warning you. Take it as a promise and I keep my promises." I hung up. The floor made a sound.

Kiky

The shower - or bathroom in general. You let the water flow and a bunch of noises are hidden. Like crying. When I calmed down again I put on the clothes automatically. Shirt was long enough so I didn't wear anything else. I put some pillows between us. As insurance. I walked quite, Victor didn't hear me. He took my phone. I heard the whole conversation, I saw his fists are so hard closed, his knuckles almost flew away. I took one more step and the floor made a sound.

"How much did you hear?" He turned his head slightly. Gulped the shot and sounded royally pissed.

"Everything." I won't lie, I don't know who he really is. Now he was looking like a ticking bomb.

"What is it?" I asked him mildly. And sat next to him.

"I couldn't go to comfort you in the shower." He looked at me and got stuck. "Where are the pants? Do you at least have on the panties?"

"It's okay, I need to be alone. And I don't, it's long enough. Plus we give between us some pillows." I spoke quickly.

"Fuck me… Can you tell me how I should control myself when you provoke me? Or no, don't answer!" He drank another shot. "Tomorrow we will go to the place, you pack all your things and it will be going like I said."

"Okay…" I wanted to ask something.

"And forget the pillows!" That smells like trouble. " Phone is confiscated, we will block him, or I will get you a new number. You won't be working in the shop either, I take care of you. Even just so as my employee. Any questions?"

"Did anybody ever tell you 'no'?" It was the only thing I came up with.

"No." He stuck.

"I can see. How much did you drink?" Fuck, how's he doing it? You can't even tell, he was drinking.

"Enough, don't worry, alcohol doesn't affect me that much. They call it somehow for sure, but I didn't look it up." He touched the tip of my nose.

"How can I thank you?" I was glad, I'm not alone, that somebody stands by me. And… who wouldn't take this alpha male as his protector…

"I will have to think about that…" he ran his hand over the chin. "Promise me you won't run away from me, when I tell you about myself. And you let me help you."

"Big boy, you are helping me way too much already, but okay i promise." I stood up. "Are we going to sleep?" He just nodded and went behind me. I climbed in the bed, he covered me, gave me a kiss on my forehead and told me, he goes to shower. I wouldn't even know he came back, but he pulled me to him. I'm not used to it, I never slept in Tim's arms. This was a different situation. I settled down, it took me a while before I fell asleep. Last though was - FUCK WHAT KIND OF HE DAY WAS THAT ONE?