“Ew?” the man repeated as he let out a mischievous smile. Sensing I was going to be in trouble, I made a dash for the door. But I only managed to take a few steps before I was overtaken by Christopher. He then pinned me onto the countertop before covering my mouth with his.
The tip of his tongue danced around in my mouth as he tried to make loud kissing noises. His mischief, however, turned serious when the kiss deepened and I was drowned in his warm embrace. When his mouth finally left mine, he whispered into my ear, “For future reference, every time you say ‘Ew’, I’ll let you have a taste of my saliva, get it?”
I nodded dutifully. Brushing my fingers over my lips, I couldn’t help but wonder if he had never been with another woman in his life. How did he get so good at kissing? Did he practice with a professional, or did he learn all these from the television?
While I was entertaining my imagination, Christopher suddenly picked me up and walked toward the living room. He laid me down on the couch before his hands started to move about around my body.
I quickly stopped him. “We can’t. The gas is still running in the kitchen. I don’t want the news headline to read ‘Two naked bodies found in a household gas explosion’ tomorrow.”
Christopher let out a loud cackle while pinching my buttock. He then slid his hand inside my shirt and said playfully, “My darling, I carried you out here just to have dinner. What were you thinking? Didn’t we agree that I’ll cook and you’ll do the dishes tonight?”
The man seemed to enjoy seeing my face turn crimson at his teasing remark. “Of course, if you’re in desperate need, just say the word. I’ll turn off the gas in the kitchen and I promise you to give you a good time,” he said suggestively.
“Quit messing around and get back to cooking! I’m starving.” I threw a pillow at him.
He caught the pillow and set it down on the chair before bowing his head. “As you wish, my lady.”
That night, Christopher listened calmly to my recounting of the incident that took place at the hospital and then planted a kiss on my forehead. “Well done. Don’t worry about the twenty million. I have money.”
“But that’s your money. Not mine.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“Well, whatever I have, they’re yours too.” He rubbed at his chin and continued in all seriousness, “There’s one thing, though. Would it be okay if I keep some allowance? I will be embarrassed if I go out with an empty wallet.”
I played along and asked, “All right, then. How much do you need?”
“Let’s say ten thousand a month. That’s pretty standard,” the man said casually.
My eyes almost popped out from their sockets. “Ten thousand is a lot! Try five hundred. My own allowance is only one hundred, so I’m giving you five times more than my own measly spending money.”
“That’s all right, my darling. I’ll make sure you have enough allowance to spend every month.” Christopher then flipped over and pressed himself on me. It would seem like he intended to finish what he had started a few moments ago.
I asked in between his kisses, “Oh yeah? How much are you giving me?”
“What about fifty thousand?” the man mumbled while planting more kisses around my collar bone. A tingling sensation started to spread from top to toe as I curled my feet up. He grabbed my foot and, one by one, he put my toes into his mouth.
The tingling sensation intensified as I felt a longing in my lower abdomen for him. I asked in a daze, “Since you plan to give me so much money, does that make me your kept woman?”
The last two words seemed to have stirred him up. “I don’t like this word. Never say it again.” He pouted.
