Strawberry Kisses by Phavy Prieto (always you kirsty moseley .TXT) 📕

all the time we have together with someone else. At least we could be alone in his apartment before. Now we don't even have that!" she shouted as if she had described the real cause of the problem, which was they couldn't even have sex freely.

"And what does he say about it?" I asked, sticking my finger back into the jar of vanilla ice cream with macadamia nuts. It was so good that I got up to take a spoon.

"Him?" she sighed. "He said that he can't do anything because Steven is his cousin and I can't expect him to kick him out of the house."

"You just need to be patient until Steven leaves. Didn't you say he was dating someone?" I asked, trying to minimize the problem."

"It’s better to say he was dating someone, but she didn't know it. And the girl magically disappeared into thin air."

"Why doesn’t that surprise me?" I muttered sitting back on the sofa again. "If the problem is only that you don't spend time alone with him, you could bring him home," I said. After all, I loved Nerea and wanted the best for her, even if that best was called Mathews who, in my opinion, was a bit snobbish.

"I thought about it too, but with you in the front room, no, thanks. I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or make you leave because we're here. It’s better to go to a hotel."

"I have to tell you that I'm going to leave the apartment for a couple of weeks tomorrow," I confessed trying not to make it sound too important, as if that was the most normal thing in the world.

"Are you leaving because of work?" she asked a little surprised.

"It's a bit long to tell, but it's not for work. In fact, I’m staying in town or rather in a luxury penthouse owned by Mr. Devoir."

"What?" she yelled leaving me half deaf. "Now you absolutely have to tell me everything!" she said, holding the ice cream away from me so I couldn't reach it with my spoon.

"Okay, I'll tell you, but give me back that damn ice cream. It's so good. And don’t buy it again! " I replied, beginning to reluctantly describe the absurd plan of Adonis.

"I can't believe it," Nerea kept repeating while, at regular intervals of thirty seconds, she looked at the stunning ring I was wearing on my finger as if she needed a proof to convince herself that it was true. "How is it possible that you accepted it? You are not able to go downtown without having planned it at least six months in advance?"

"Oh God, don't exaggerate!" I moaned rolling my eyes. But she was right. I didn't even know why I had accepted it or, rather, I didn't even want to think about it. "You should have seen that witch of his ex. She keeps believing that he is still pining for her and I accepted it just to slam in her face that she's wrong."

"Maria, do you hear yourself?" she asked as she shifted on the sofa to position herself in front of me. "You're jealous and you don't even realize it."

"Jealous? Me? Never!" I snorted getting up from the sofa. "Damian Devoir is not mine, as much as he may pretend to be in the next two weeks. I couldn't be jealous of something that doesn't exist."

"Go and tell someone else because you can't fool me. You're attracted to this guy and you don't even realize how much."

No doubt, I was attracted! He was as yummy as gingerbread cookies at Christmas. But there was a big difference between that and being jealous of the busty giraffe.

"I just want to help him," I admitted, "and by doing it I may also have some fun. Is that a crime?" I pretended as if the situation did not affect me, even though I was aware of being vulnerable near that man.

"Certainly not," she replied looking at me," as long as you know what you are getting into and to what extent you are going to get involved. I have always told you to go out more, to live fully. Since you met that man, you've been doing that, it seems. So I'm happy for you."

"Well, I'd better pack some essentials for these two weeks before I go to bed," I said, ending the conversation and heading towards my room.

At least both of us were going to get some advantage out of it all: heavenly orgasms. Or I hoped so.

I dusted off the suitcase that was under my bed and made a selection of formal, elegant and casual clothes. I was probably going to bring more stuff with me than I would need for two weeks, but, not knowing what I was going to do in those days, I preferred to be foresighted. Eventually I threw all the fine lingerie that I had in the drawers and never worn for years in my suitcase and discarded my shabby and horrible, though comfortable, pajamas. I was going to spend two weeks with a stallion, son of the gods: the last thing he expected me to wear was a pair of cartoon pajamas.

When I lay down and closed my eyes, I realized that I was getting myself into trouble. I knew that my whole life would change the next day, starting with the fact that Damian would act as if he was really my fiancée and my future husband. Although I was aware that it would all be an illusion, I was determined to play my part in the best possible way and I was going to live it so intensely that, if I suffered from the consequences, I would take responsibility for it.

 

The distant sound of the phone ringing made me open my eyes and, without seeing clearly, I managed to