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Chapter 38

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Copter's POV

Actually, I was not really tied up on Friday night but I just felt like I needed some breathing space from P'Kim. There were times when I felt suffocated by his personality.

I wasn't used to being in a relationship with a helicopter partner, you know, a partner who is constantly hovering above you, monitoring your every move, and I felt that P'Kim would be that sort of partner, although, maybe, given time, he would probably improve.

At this point in time, I would have to be a caring, supportive and understanding partner to him. I had to keep in mind that he is still recovering from a very painful betrayal, so painful that it caused him to suffer from retrograde amnesia which is a form of defensive mechanism of the brain to forget a traumatic emotional experience.

P'Kim kept in touch with me through texts and calls throughout Friday, although he had to be patient during my shift when I'm unable to take any personal calls or reply to personal text messages.

When Saturday morning came, I was awakened by my phone ringing.

It was no surprise to me that it was P'Kim calling.

"Yes, P'Kim," I sleepily said after swiping my phone screen.

"Call me sweetheart instead of P'Kim," he demanded.

"Sweetheart," I sleepily complied.

"Who's sleeping beside you right now?" he asked.

I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

I was a hair breadth close to cutting the call on him.

Suddenly my phone went blank and in a few seconds his face was on the screen.

He had the nerve to video call me!

I wasn't going to take the call, no way Jose.

I let it ring until he got tired and then he started to call me the regular away again.

I was so tempted not to take the call.

I took it anyway.

When I swiped the screen, before he could say anything, I said to him, "Kimmon, I am not Newwie, okay? Do not treat me like a cheating, untrustworthy partner."

He was beside himself with apologies.

"I'm so sorry, Copter! Please forgive me! Yes, I need you to remind me from time to time that you are not the kind of person to cheat on a partner!"

"Okay, sweetheart," I said. Shit, I melted. There's something about his voice when he pleads or tries to persuade that hits me in the solar plexus.

"I wish I were with you right now so that I can kiss you all over," I heard him say.

I wasn't going to bend this time.

"We will be together in a few hours," I reminded him, "be a little bit more patient, P'Kim."

"I will try," he said, "by the way, I have instructed my cook to prepare a special dinner for you and me."

"What will it be?" I got curious.

"It's a surprise!" he exclaimed.

"I hate surprises, but okay," I said in resignation.

Kimmon's POV

I personally went over to the kitchen and looked for my chef.

He bowed to me in surprise. He rarely saw me walk into the kitchen.

"What can I do for you, sir?" he asked respectfully.

"Benjie," I said, tapping him playfully on his shoulder, "I will be having a very special guest for dinner this evening."

He was listening intently.

"Remember that stuffed salmon fillet dish that you prepared for mom and dad and me when they came to spend Christmas eve with me?"

"I remember very well, sir," he replied, "you were all praises for it."

"Yes, Benjie, I would like to have that dish for dinner tonight," I said, "remember from now on, whenever I ask you to prepare that dish, it's because I'm having it with the people or person whom I love very, very much."

"Of course, sir," he replied, bowing again.

"Oh, and don't forget to partner it with the garden salad liberally sprinkled with almond shavings and drenched with Italian dressing," I said before I left the kitchen.

"Consider it done, sir," he said, bowing low while waiting for me to leave his territory.

At exactly seven in the evening, Bernard announced Copter's arrival.

When I saw Copter walk into my study, I commanded Bernard to go away and closed the door and locked it.

Copter looked at me in surprise.

"Are you planning to keep me prisoner here?" he asked with his left eyebrow raised high enough to almost reach his hairline.

I gave him a devilish chuckle which made him raise his other eyebrow as well.

I saw him eyeing the light brown leather suitcase lying on my couch. I could tell that his curiosity was piqued by its obvious presence, its light color making a sharp contrast to the black couch.

My couch was spacious enough to be converted into a comfortable bed especially if you did away with the throw pillows.

I slowly walked towards it, and with my eyes never leaving his face, I slowly pushed the clasp to open the suitcase and scattered all the BDSM paraphernalia all across the couch.

With a loud gasp, Copter turned on his heel and made a dash for the door.

I easily caught up with him and grabbed his wrist.

He fought to get away, which really turned me on.

"I can't believe you, Kimmon," he hissed at me, "you are incorrigible! Don't make me regret that I ever met you."

I started to howl in laughter.

"You fell for it!" I was holding on to my sides, unable to stop laughing.

"No, you're the one who fell for my act!" he countered.

"What do you mean?" my laughter died instantly.

He went over to the couch and picked up a pair of gray and white feathered handcuffs.

"I expect you to use this on me tonight," he said with all seriousness.

"Get out of here," I said to let him know that I believed that he was just playing with me. However, I couldn't help my voice from getting so high pitched that it cracked at the end of my sentence.

At that exact moment, Bernard knocked on my study door to announce that dinner had been served.

I unlocked the door, but not before I felt Copter tiptoe close beside me and whisper in my ear, "...... and the rest of the paraphernalia as well."

I was starting to believe that there was a lot about Copter that I still had to know and explore. I was totally bluffing about the BDSM thing. I meant for it as a joke, to spice up the start of the evening, but I had never meant to use it, nor had I ever used it before. It was there for show, for fun, to use as a conversation piece.

Now I was starting to wonder whether Copter had ever done it before. Had he been doing that stuff with his ex partner or partners? How many partners had he had before me? I so wanted to know.

A lot of questions started to circle furiously in my brain, but I was afraid to ask Copter. He would surely consider it as intrusion into his privacy and I did not want to rock the boat at this time early in our relationship.

I saw Copter's eyes light up at the sumptuous feast laid out before us.

Benjie had outdone himself this time.

I noticed how Copter allowed Bernard to fill his wine glass with the chardonnay many times throughout dinner.

Shit, was he trying to get himself drunk in order to get the courage to let me do what he was expecting me to do to him this evening? Worse, was he trying to find the courage to use all that BDSM paraphernalia on me? The thought made me shiver. I couldn't tell if it was out of fear or out of pleasurable anticipation.

"The dinner was indeed an impressive surprise to me," Copter had declared as he stood up from his chair.

I wanted to say, "But not as big a surprise as you gave me at the start of this evening."

My heart was racing double time as we made our way back to my study.

When we got inside my study, he himself was the one who locked the door. Then he turned to me.

"I want you to play some seductive music for me," he said, looking around the study.

My heart rate was through the ceiling now.

"What did you have in mind?" I asked, willing my voice to stay on an even keel.

"Summer Love Seductive Music, the full album," he replied, smiling wickedly at me.

He was really starting to scare me. He was expecting more from me than I could dish out.

I chose it from my phone and connected it to my wifi.

As soon as the music started, I saw him start to unbutton his shirt, his eyes never leaving my face.

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