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Every girl deserves a treat meal now and again.
Enjoy this mac and cheese … I hear it pairs well with box red.
KH
Ever since the night of my horrible date with Seth, Mr. H has been here for me. Well, as much as I let him in. He, along with everyone else, thinks that life here in the Big Apple is grand. Little does he, and everyone else know, how close I came to losing it all, but with the encouragement of my roommate, I took a risk and made it work for me. I never imagined I’d strip my way through university but desperate times call for desperate measures, and now I only have a small student loan.
After the night when he was my knight in shining armor, my fantasies involving Mr. H became wilder and wilder. Luckily for me, dreams are free and I have an amazing vibrator because he and I can never be. This isn’t a romance novel and the poor stripper girl doesn’t end up with her dad’s best friend. This is real life, so I have to settle for him being the number one star in my fantasies and a really good-looking, sexy as hell friend who I think about doing dirty, dirty naked things with.
I’m so thankful I ran into him that afternoon because that night he was there for me when I needed someone, and thanks to douche-hole Seth, a beautiful friendship blossomed. The friendship I have with Mr. H is one I treasure greatly. It’s borderline inappropriate at times, but life’s too short for it to be serious all the time.
Pushing aside my thoughts of Mr. H and my secret job, I finish getting ready for today. Looking at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, I take in my graduation outfit and smile. I’m wearing a kickass navy-blue pinstripe pantsuit that I bought myself. It cost me an arm and a leg, but how often do you graduate?
Picking up my mascara, I make that face you do when you apply it. Just as I begin to swipe the last coat, there’s a knock at my door and it startles me. Jumping in fright, I nearly stab myself in the eye with my mascara wand but somehow manage to not smear black goo all over my face.
Exiting my bathroom, I head toward the door and they impatiently knock again. “Coming,” I yell out and pick up the pace. Opening the door, I see a young delivery guy with a white box in his arms, “You Calliope Fischer?”
“That’s me.”
“Here,” he snarls and shoves the box at me. Before I can say anything, he turns and walks away from me. Leaving me stunned holding a box in the doorway.
“Thank you,” I sarcastically shout out. Kicking the door shut with my slipper-clad foot, I walk into the living room and drop to the sofa. Resting the box on my knees, I lift the lid and see another one inside, but my eyes widen when I notice the label before me. Throwing the lid aside, I run my fingers over the printing and grin.
Removing the inner box, I place it on the coffee table and drop to the floor, staring at the package before me. Stunned, I rapidly blink, thinking I must be hallucinating because surely, I’m not staring at what I think I’m staring at. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I would see, let alone touch one of these boxes in the flesh. Not anytime soon that is. Lifting the lid, I pull aside the tissue paper and cover my mouth, gasping with wide eyes. Before me are my dream shoes, a pair of Christian Louboutin ‘So Kate' black pumps. I finally have a pair of my own Louboutins.
“Holy fucking shit,” I mumble to myself as I pull out the notecard in the bottom of the box. When I see the monogram on the notecard, my smile widens. “Mr. H, what did you do?” I mumble to myself as I flip the card over.
My Little Sunshine,
Every girl deserves a gorgeous pair of shoes when graduating.
Hope they’re the right ones.
Congratulations on all you’ve achieved.
KH
Dropping the card, I gaze at my new shoes with a grin rivaling a carnival clown. With shaking hands, I carefully remove the shoes from the box and slide them onto my feet. I feel like Cinderella at the ball when they effortlessly slide onto my foot, they fit like a glove and feel amazing on my feet.
Wriggling my toes, I gaze down at my feet, still in shock at the gift from Kane. This is the best present I have ever received, but what does it mean? Is it just a ‘congrats, you graduated’ gift? Or am I reading too much into it?
Standing up, I walk into my bedroom and close my door so I can see myself in the floor-length mirror hanging on the back, and fuck me sideways, these shoes are everything. Dropping to the end of my bed, I snap a pic of my new shoes and attach it to a text message.
CALI:Thank you so much, you really shouldn’t have
Walking back into my bathroom, I pick up the discarded mascara wand and finish what I started before my gift arrived. I’ve just finished my hair when a text comes through. Grabbing my phone, I smile when I see it’s from Mr. H.
Mr. H:You are very welcome … with a heel that high, they look like they’ll hurt
CALI:They felt like sliding through butter when I put them on
Mr. H:How do you know what sliding your feet through butter feels like? Do you have a foot fetish that I’m unaware of??
CALI:Ohh no, my secret sliding my feet through butter fetish has been revealed, what will I ever do now???
CALI:But seriously, Mr. H, thank you, best graduation gift
Mr. H:Be sure to tell your dad that LOL
