twenty-six

26

wendy's and weddings

"Elixir, give me your hair tie." he gathers my hair in his lofty hands. I raise my wrist at him, showing him the scrunchie.

I smile at his struggle to tie my hair with a small elastic band. I wince as the broken elastic snapped on the back of my nape, he groans in frustration. Craning my neck to look up at him, he sighs. Maybe giving him a thin piece of elastic was bad practice for him.

After his endless amount of visitors have left, I finally got to be alone with my Koenig. Now sitting on the leather couch that resided at the corner of his ostentatious office. A help came in here earlier to serve us our snacks and dinner. It's been four hours or so, since I've been here. The sun has set and the moon glew in the dark night. Majority of the men had come here to bid their goodbyes to Stavros before turning out the manor.

"I'm sorry, I tried." His head tucks under my arm, resting on top of my boobs. I felt tickle-ish as strands of his hair poked under my chin.

"Mhm, you better stop!" My tone meant to come out as stern and solemn but my laughter betrayed me.

"Stop, what?"

His fingers jabbed on my sides. "Stop, tickling me!"

"I don't think I want to, though."

"Stav— bwahahaha! Sto-p, ple-aaSE!" My sentences came out in slurs as he fluttered kisses on the skin of my neck.

"Give me a kiss and then I'll stop."

I grabbed the back of his neck to pull him in for a kiss. Our lips pulling away only for a fraction of a second before he collides with mine once more. The metallic taste of blood tingles my senses, I push his shoulders back. He bit my lip.

"Dude, that hurts. Ouch." As I touch my lower lip, I couldn't help but wince at the sting of the wound. He may have gone a little too into the kiss and became a little aggressive.

Stavros cups my cheek, tilting my head back with his pointer finger as he scanned my bruised lip. "Let me see," his brows form a knot. "Baby, I'm sorry. I'll go call for the help to bring in some ointment."

"It's okay, thank you."

I didn't know what I was thanking him for; Thank you for fixing my wound or thank you for biting my lip. Damn. I need help. I watch as his firm, round buttlocks bounce a little when he walked to his desk. My cheeks burn up. I pat on the burning in struggle to put out the fire of my devious thoughts. He mumbles to the golden, vintage phone as simple: please and thank you. Oh how I love me a man with manners.

"Stop smiling, you're wound's gonna hurt." As soon as he uttered those words, I felt pleasurable pain on my lower lip.

He envelopes me in his arms, hovering on top of me. My head rested on the arm rest of the couch. I lean into his touch as he rubs his thumb on my skin, soothingly. "Aren't you scared?" Heedless to my actions, I ask.

"Scared of what?" he adjusts his figure to fit on top of mine. Catching my hand, he tweads our fingers together; kissing the top of my palm.

"Scared of losing... someone, a position, or maybe your life."

"No, I'm programmed not to fear. Have been since I was ten. So, there's really not much advantage for anyone who wants to descend the throne."

"What about me," that caught his attention. "What if... you lose me, are you afraid of that happening?"

"That won't happen, I'll always be there to protect you. I won't allow even a molecule of harm get to you."

I carress his jaw. "Stav, I'm asking theoretically."

"No."

I saw no remorse in his eyes, he truly didn't fear anything. That's what makes him a threat to all other made men. Stavros Koenig: his skill with the gun is undeniable, handsome, half-german and half-greek, and soon-to-be Schólio Philidelphia-Koenig. I doubt he would keep his mother's maiden name, though.

"Why?" I couldn't help myself but ask. I probably shouldn't have, I knew he had more important things on his priority list.

"Because I know that whatever challenges drift us apart, we'll still find out way back. Even if you don't remember me, even if I got amnesia or I don't know— just something like that, I would always," He lifts our entwined hands up to his lips. "Always, find you. Because my heart will always beat for you, in spite of the fact that my mind won't remember." My heart was moved at his sudden confession. In the heat of the moment, he inches closer to me.

"Herr— mein Wort, vergib mir!" I push him to the ground at the sudden voice.

My vision broadens and my lips form an o. I profusely said my apologies to Stavros. The help rushed to place the ointment on top of the desk and saw herself out of the room with a bright red face. Stretching out a hand to pull him up; only to be dragged to the floor, landing on top of him. The left side of his faint red lip tugged upwards creating a sinister smirk on his god like face; casting a spell of lust to my wary eyes.

I hit his muscular bicep when his hand groped my plump derriere. A chuckle of pure seduction fills my ears.

Handsome, cocky, sexy bastard.

"Remove your hand or so help me wendy's—" my words got cut-off by his bellow of laughter. The grin on his face unwavering and stretched further 'til it's limitation.

He eyed me with malicious, teasing eyes. "You say 'wendy's' instead of 'God'? How cherubical and peculiar."

"It's against the church to say the Lord's name in vain."

"You know I don't attend those masses despite your perpetual invitations. I'm quite surprised to have been informed of your cousin and father attending; glad they haven't burned yet." he plants his face on my tatas.

I'm aware of his habit of using my breasts as pillows. Although I'm not uncomfortable, he just seems to enjoy himself too much. Having big boobs is a pain in the butt. Running my fingers through his messed blonde mane, his eyes flutter shut. His face looked calm, he never feared showing me his vulnerable state. He trusted me. Or so I hope.

My mind wandered to his proposal. I've been thinking about it for a while now; along with my father's sudden disappearance and my cousin taking lead. Which reminds me of his coronation, I still have to plan his event.