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“Perhaps it’s because you’re afraid of losing someone again?”
“I need to keep you close, just as I had promised,” he kisses my head.
“When did you make that promise?” I ask with surprise. “I don’t remember that. How could I have missed such a significant thing?
“You’re mine, aren’t you? People have to protect what belongs to them. Don’t you think?”
“Avi, enough! You keep bombarding me with heaps of compliments and attention. I’m not used to all of this. Can I get it in small doses? You’re embarrassing me.”
“You’d better get used to it, princess. And, by the way, just because no one has said it to you, it doesn’t mean that they hadn’t felt that way.”
“No, no,” I wave him off, “it isn’t that I’ve never heard those things. The actions didn’t match the words. When it comes to you, the words stand for themselves, and I seem to keep gathering more and more of them.”
“You’ll have to get used to it, because my words and actions always match,” he announces, then covers us with the soft blanket and, once again, makes me intoxicatingly orgasm.
I stretch, throw on the robe and tie it around my waist. I head to the corner of the room overlooking the amazing cathedral and call Roy.
“Mom! You won’t believe it,” he says enthusiastically. “I was afraid to scuba dive, but I did it anyway!”
I fawn over him. “That’s wonderful! I’m so proud of you, sweetheart. I miss you very much, Son. I’m so happy that you’re having a good time.”
“I gotta go, mom, there’s a pool activity. Bye, love you,” he hangs up.
I return to bed.
“He’s happy and having the time of his life,” I tell Avi. “He even went scuba diving.”
“Good for him. He must be amazing. With you for a mother, that’s not at all surprising. Do you miss him every moment of the day?”
“Not every moment, you know,” I naughtily furrow my brow at him.
He surprises me and lifts me up.
“You’re incredible! You drive me mad. Should we go the bar and get high?”
We head to the bar. A delightful melody rings throughout the bar overlooking the view facing the softly-lit and rain-drenched street. I’m overwhelmed with a magical sensation. The music makes me feel so light-hearted. It has a huge impact on my mood, and my body responds to the waves swaying through the air. He looks at me, enchanted.
I place my hands on his broad shoulders, pull him closer to me and kiss him.
“I feel so liberated with you.”
“That’s wonderful!” he states and licks his lips. “Sam,” he addresses me in a serious tone. “Please, listen to me. From what I’ve learned about you so far, you’re a woman who can stand up for herself, and you’re pretty stubborn. But I have to ask you to trust me. I’m well-aware that I come with some complicated baggage, full of traumas. But I need to you to completely believe in me, I need for you to count on me in every matter and always share with me, without a shred of fear or concern. I’m very possessive,” he confesses. “But not because of what you may think. I mean,” he tries to explain, “I’m not jealous or obsessive, but rather overprotective. I think it stems from my fear of losing the people I hold the dearest. Do you understand? When it comes to your femininity, you can do anything you desire as far as I’m concerned. You can walk around naked for all I care. As long as I know that you’re mine. I don’t mind if the whole world stares and drools, on the contrary, I think it might actually do you some good!”
“What do you mean?” I wonder.
“You’re a charismatic and charming, woman, full of substance and grace. I’m confident that our relationship will change your life. Reluctantly, you’ll have to live under the spotlight, because the media has been covering my every move these last couple of years. After all, I did start my own empire at a young age. So, I should warn you, it isn’t a picnic, and you should always trust me. Always! Do you understand? You shouldn’t believe anyone, not the tabloids, the photos or any other nonsense. I want us to be above it all. Do you see? I can imagine us together, soaring over everyone. But first, you have to trust yourself, believe in me, and let everything else go.”
“How can I do that when Roy’s in the picture?”
“Trust me.”
“How?” I lean into him.
“I’ll take care of everything. You love me, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I reply hoarsely, “but if everything is in your control, where does that leave me?”
“You’ll feel loved, protected, pampered and beautiful. I want to take care of you and Roy. I want you to indulge. You’ve been through so much; don’t you think you deserve it? You’re a woman that needs to be loved without end.”
