Iris waited quietly for a minute, disappointed that he might be asleep or just joking. Iris bristled at her strange disappointment.
Why did she care so much about the words of a man she has only met three times! And he's Theo Kilias, the superstar and the football golden boy!
Depressed, just as she was about to lie down, she pulled up the quilt and heard a knock at the door.
"Iris?" Theo asked from outside.
A wave of exultation rose in Iris's heart. She jumped out of bed, ran to the door without her shoes on, took a deep breath, suppressed her excitement, and slowly opened the door for Theo.
Theo's hair was still dripping wet. He was wrapped in a bathrobe, straps tied loosely around his waist, and he was wearing slippers.
"What's Wrong? And why didn't you put on your shoes?" Theo wiped the water from his forehead. "I just got out of the shower."
Iris was a little guilty, this was originally out of a boring prank, she did not think he actually took it seriously and really went upstairs.
"Nothing! Maybe I'm just stomping around too loudly when I walk....and I rarely wear shoes at home." She didn't want to admit that she stomped her foot on purpose to let him up.
Iris didn't have heavy footsteps, but Theo didn't expose her little lie.
"So shall I just go downstairs to my room?"
"Hey..." Iris called Theo, who was turning around. Theo looked at her, but she couldn't say a word to explain why.
Theo understood, but looked indoors, tentatively asked, "There is no hairdryer downstairs, could I go in your room to blow dry my hair?"
Iris didn't say anything but opened the door wider, and made a light gesture to let Theo in.
Theo entered the room and blew his hair. Iris sat by the bed, turned on the TV, and the two were silently doing their own stuff.
After Theo had dried his hair, he sat down on the sofa by the bed and started watching TV. Iris pointed to the picture on the wall and asked him, "Was that you or your son?"
Theo burst into a burst of happy laughter, and Iris was puzzled by him.
"Why do you always laugh so irrationally?" Iris grabbed a pillow and threw it at him.
Theo took the pillow effortlessly and turned to Iris. "Iris, you really don't know me at all," he said with a smile on his face. "And you're not going to know me any better? Look at how many jokes you've made because you don't know me."
Iris was caught by Theo. It was true that her lack of knowledge of Theo lead her to sleep with him without knowing who he was, and then coincidentally to see him at an interpretation conference.
"I'll Google you right now, Mr. Kilias," Iris said, pulling out her phone to 'Get to know' Theo.
Theo reached out and took Iris's phone away easily. "A lot of information on the Internet was wrong and false news. I'm right here. Why don't you just ask me?"
Iris didn't listen to him, she grabbed her phone back from his hand and continued googling.
"How do I know if what you're saying is true or not? Let me have a basic impression first."
"Theo Kilias, 25, the most expensive athlete of the year."
"A golden bachelor? Or a lot of secret lovers?"
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Looking at the row after row of news stories on Google, those stories could be made up to fit every celebrity, Iris knew Theo was right. So she threw the phone on the bed, crossed her legs, and asked him, "Well, I'll learn 'Theo Kilias' from you now. Was the boy in the picture your son?"
"If I had a son, the press would be thrilled. This is a breaking news." Theo laughed and shook his head, "I don't even have an overt girlfriend, so that's why the media was so crazy and excited when they found out about you today -- they thought they had scoop."
Iris was intrigued. She leant forward with a gossipy look. "Really? You've never had an open girlfriend?"
Then Iris held her chin and thought, "Do you have open boyfriends instead?" Then she began to worry for herself, because she and Theo had sex before!
"Hey, what are you thinking about?" Theo looked at her with a wry smile and threw back the pillow she had just thrown at him, "It's okay if others say that, but you've seen it before."
With that, Theo put his hand on his chin and looked at Iris with a half-smile.
Iris was immediately red-faced by his words, "Yuck! We can't mention that again, ah, let's take it as a drunk mistake."
Theo rolled over onto the bed and sat across from Iris, his face almost touched hers.
"Do you think that was a mistake, Iris?" he said in a dangerously seductive tone, the scent of the shower gel making Iris a little lost, "And, do you think that without alcohol, nothing would have happened to us that night?"
Looking at Theo's handsome face, his lips were so close, Iris had an urge to bite them. But subconsciously, she wanted to keep a distance and eacaped from this temptation.
Theo reached out and pressed the back of Iris's head, preventing her from escaping.
"Look at me, Iris, Look at me. We will know if it was accidental or inevitable, a mistake or a beautiful beginning."
Theo tentatively touched Iris's nose with his lips, gently. Her body shivered, but she didn't move away. Theo continued to probe with his lips, this time he kissed the corners of Iris' lips.
The throbbing in Iris's heart convinced her that the last time she had sex with him was definitely not by accident or the result of being drunk.
She put her arms around Theo's neck and dragged him onto the bed. Theo responded passionately and he began to undress her.
"Wait, wait a minute..." Theo stopped what he was doing and looked at her with confusion in his eyes, Iris gently pushed Theo's chest, slightly panting, "You have training tomorrow..."
When Theo heard this, he continued to undress her, "I'll make you even more impressed by my physical strength."
With that, he continued to kiss Iris deeply, and she, too, completely indulged herself, let Theo kiss her indiscriminately, left his mark on her, and made a moan of enjoyment the moment Theo entered her body...