Chapter Forty One
Kristov's POV
Saturday night, I promised Pia a romantic hot date.
I fetched her in her home that evening. She looked exquisitely beautiful, taking my breath away, the moment I saw her. She was wearing an off-shoulder red dress, her hair was pulled in a bun, and soft tendrils hanging loose, teasing her long neck.
"You look more and more beautiful every time I see you," I touched her waist, caressing her gently.
"Ahh... and you're gorgeous as sin, no one beats your hotness," her reply made my face flush.
"Oh God, Pia... I missed you so damn much."
"So do I," she put her arms around my neck, and I drew her closer.
I claimed her lips, outlining her softness with the tip of my tongue. She opened her mouth, inviting my tongue's invasion. When I touched her breast, she whispered, "should we go to my room?"
I stiffened, "that's VERY tempting," I exhaled heavily, controlling to give in, "but I have to keep up with the plan, to make our night special."
"So, you have a plan," her eyebrows lifted, teasing, "we're not getting spontaneous tonight?"
"Hmm... maybe later..." I was drowned in her alluring hazel brown eyes again, transfixed for a moment, "by the way, I have something for you. I picked it myself this morning. I hope you'll like it."
I took a black velvet box inside my jacket's pocket and gave it to her.
She frowned, guessing what it was already. She opened the box, and saw the stunning diamond necklace.
"It's not too expensive," I assured her, before she would say anything. She did not like getting expensive things.
"Not for you, but... they're very expensive, Kristov. I can't take it."
"Honey, please. Allow me to give you anything. You mean the world to me, and I want to shower you with gifts. It brings me joy."
"You're my boyfriend, not my sugar daddy."
"It doesn't bother me though, if I'm your sugar daddy," I chuckled, then gathered her in my arms, and kissed her temple, "I want to be your everything. Please take it, Pia. You'll make me so happy if you do."
"Okay, fine," she smiled, then I put the necklace around her neck. She looked exquisitely stunning wearing the diamond necklace, her beauty radiating like a beaming light.
"Do you like it?"
"I do," her face in awe, "it's so beautiful, I love it. Thank you."
I took her to the rooftop of the Stavrakos hotel, where it was transformed into a romantic setting. Not too much, she didn't like anything too cliche and fancy.
We enjoyed the meal while talking, laughing and getting too flirty and steamy. The touching was never ending, rubbing our palms together, caressing arms, going down to stroking thighs...
Tormenting. Exciting. Breathtaking.
The night led to the penthouse, getting too hot and naked, as we made love wildly.
"Do you enjoy eating me, Kristov... ohhh... " she moaned, as I savored her sweet intimate folds.
"So much," I admitted, "it gives me pleasure to please you."
"Ahh... and you're so fucking good..."
She gasped when I entered inside her. She welcomed me in her body, then together we moved and found the tempo that bound our bodies together. Waves of ecstasy throbbed through us, as we soared higher and higher, until we reached the peak of delight.
The following day, I spent my time with Pia and her family. Since her dad was a cheapskate, I introduced him to Mr. Chan, a supplier of good quality clothes in the malls. He sold outdated style clothes for fifty to ninety percent off.
I also gave him some coupons and gift cards on freebies, discounts and deals from the different supermarkets in New York. Our hotel restaurant food purchaser had a bunch of them that were not used.
Mr. Rosi seemed pleased, but he was not making it too obvious. He was still trying to humiliate me, by insisting to go to the same restaurant that we had lunch last Sunday. The Seafood Island.
He still insisted that I catch fish for our lunch. Well, I had to face the ordeal all over again.
Luckily, I came prepared. For a whole week, I had been studying the technique in fishing - watching videos, reading articles on the internet, and asking expert people how to catch fish easily.
"Aww, Kristov! I'm so proud of you," Pia hugged me when she saw the many delicious looking fish dishes served by the waiter on our table.
"You did a good job!" Divine's face brightened, "you're amazing, Kristov. Luis never caught too many fish ever before."
Luis' forehead furrowed, "stop humiliating me. He's just lucky today. Let's see next week if we won't starve."
I was holding my smile. I was actually happy that he still wanted me around next week.
After lunch, we went to an amusement park. Luis and I played many gun games, competing with each other. Most of the time, I let him win, and he knew that.
The ladies went shopping, while Luis took me to a Swedish massage. At first, I was groaning with too much pain, but after about ten minutes, I got used to it. I realized when I was in bed, ready to sleep that evening, that the massage actually helped relieve my back pain.
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Wednesday afternoon came, and I was in my office signing documents when the door opened noisily. Dad entered with a furious expression
"So you brought your whore to the Stavrakos Hotel!" he stopped at my desk and tossed a morning paper on my desk.
I looked at the papers and saw a photo of me and Pia, leaving the hotel last Saturday at midnight.
"Don't ever call her a whore," my fist clenched, as I matched my father's rage, "she's a very respectable, kind and intelligent woman."
"HA!," his eyes widened in maddening anger, "I told you to get rid of her in a week! Fuck, why didn't you do what I said?"
"I can't let her go, dad. She means a lot to me."
"That's bullshit! What will people say when they find out that you're dating a maid! That's very humiliating to the Stavrakos name!"
"Why do we care what people say? It's none of their business what we do with our lives. Besides, what is wrong with being a maid? It's a decent job," I stood up and walked near him, "wasn't grandma once a maid also?"
I asked, referring to his mother.
His eyes instantly darkened in intense anger. I was caught off guard when he punched me on my jaw, making me spit blood on the carpeted floor.
Dammit. That was a hard blow. I wiped my lip with the back of my hand, then pressed my lower lip with my knuckle to stop bleeding.
"You shouldn't have mentioned her. You know how I hate that bitch!" he yelled at me, implying that it was my fault being hit for mentioning his mother.
"Don't ever hit me again. I swear, next time you do that, I'll forget that you're my father," I said firmly, then went back to my seat, "if you have nothing else to say, you can leave now."
"I'll leave when I'm done with you," he clasped his arms together, "I know that that woman's father is Luis Rosi, who's working for us in the Finance Department."
"Yes he is. He's been with us for too many years."
"Fuckingshit! Too many years... but he doesn't have a right to use the company's money for his personal expense. According to our external auditors, he took ten thousand dollars! For heaven's sake. Why did you ignore that? You should have terminated him right away and put him in jail!"
I exhaled heavily. So he knows, "he did not steal it, he immediately returned the money the next day. Basically, he just borrowed it. Just let it slide, it's not that much anyway."
"Idiot! It doesn't matter that he returned it. He still stole money! He's a thief!, " he exclaimed, "that girl you call your girlfriend, is the same as her father. I warned you to get rid of her, and you didn't. Now, I'll do it myself."
"Don't you ever harm Pia and her family, or you'll regret it."
"Ha-ha," he laughed aloud, "let's see if she can resist my offer."