I bit my bottom lip to hold the laughter, not to interrupt the discussion.
"Stop it, bloody hell. Can't you just stop? Threatening to call our parents? Really? How mature of you, Noralina, Jesus Christ. I'm an adult. Stop throwing a fit, just because I keep my private life, private!"
Wait, what? Is it one of his sisters?
Oh my lord, now it makes sense. Does one of them live in Warsaw?
"Bloody hell, you are insufferable, Noralina. Insufferable. Fine, I'll gather with your little pitiful family for the holidays in your little warm family house," the sarcasm on his voice made me bite my lips again to hold the laughter. "Presents for the kids?" He mimicked her voice is dismay. "Jesus, is it jealousy because I'm close to Izac's kids and not yours? How childish of you."
Heaven's above, she's even asking him to buy her kids presents? Isn't that kind of overbearing when he said he haven't even met them?
"Hah, it's not my fault if you decided to raise your pitiful little family in the capital of freaking Poland, sister. You can't complain about that when it was your choice," he scoffed bitterly. "Fine, damn it. What do you want me to buy? You have to tell me because I can't guess what kids I never met want. I'm not a bloody wizard."
Damn, they must really be far from each other. I get it, though. I, myself, don't know anybody in mom's family. I only know dad's, and his family isn't anywhere as big as mom. He always had more cousins, since he only had Monika as a sister, and we always gathered in the holidays, in our huge villa in Zakopane. Cecylia, uncle Krystian and Kamila used to always spend them with us, and they still do even after aunt Kamila died with dad. They are part of our family regardless.
"Birthday party? Noralina, you're asking for too much. Christmas to New Year is enough, content yourself with that," oh boy, what a complicated family. "No. You're pitiful daughter won't give two shits if I go or not, because she doesn't know me, silly. Don't try to persuade me, Noralina, or I will bail out of the holidays too."
Well, I can agree with that. We don't miss what we don't know. It's like me before this, I didn't miss sex because I never had it. Now is different.
"Bring my girlfriend? Why? For you to throw her in a wall and question every life choice she ever had? No way," did she asked to meet me? Jesus Christ. "She's in college and is younger than me, that's all I'll tell you. Stop with the interrogation." This suddenly feels very real.
Oh my Lord, his sister, who might end up as my sister-in-law, is asking about me. And he told something... about me.
"Sister, stop it, bloody hell. You will have my presence for almost two weeks. That's enough, ain't it?"
That sounds like a lot.
"Did you really just as ask me that?" He cursed. "What an amazing older sister you are, Noralina. You doesn't even remember if there's any food that could freaking kill me! Spectacular!" Oh boy, this is getting worse.
I hugged him harder, burying my face on his chest, showing him that I'm here, that he isn't alone, trying to calm him down, and after a long sigh, he passed his free arm around me, hugging me back.
"No. I never forgot your allergies because when you made me mad when I was a child, I always planned to kill you using them," he purred mischievously. "Why do you think Izac calls me Loki? I remember every single thing about all of you, yes. I'm that amazing. My memory ain't shitty like yours, Noralina."
I bit his chest to hold the new strong wave of laughter that flooded me and he giggled softly at it, tightening his grip on me.
"Seafood, avocado, dust, bees, tulips, and wool. Note it down and don't forget. If you ever try anything with these on me, I'll sue your ass, got it? Sister or not. My life is more important," this time I couldn't hold the burst of laughter and clapped my mouth shut as soon as it started, mortified. "What? I told you I'm with my girlfriend. Why would I go somewhere else to talk to you, when I have nothing to hide from her? I'm not like you, Noralina."
This man is everything. How was I so lucky to meet him in that pub? To be with him here right now.
"I know her already. Did you forget? I met her when I met him. No need to pretend I don't know how just because of what happened between you all. It's none of my business and I couldn't care less."
That sounds quite private.
"Books? Sister, I'm sorry to tell you, but your daughter is lying to you. No teen her age will want books as presents, don't be stupid. A car would be more believable," he straight up mocked her. "Hah, I doubt that. No parents really know their kids. Definitely not when the kids in question are teens."
He did say his siblings had children when they were teens, which means their kids are also teens right now. What a pain in the ass.
"Skating gears. Now, that's definitely believable. Teens do love skating a lot, especially in winter," oh, I'm jealous. That's an amazing present. "A katana? Where the hell am I going to get that? What kid plays with a katana?"
I'm officially jealous of his nephews. Ugh.
"Daggers? This is getting worse. What's next? Do you want me to buy the kid a gun? Won't the kid go around murdering people?" He gasped. "What? That's what I would do. Especially if I was fucked up like that."
His sister seemed to scream something at him, but he just rolled his eyes, unfazed.
"Noralina, we both know your oldest child must be fucked up in the head after everything you've done. You ain't no innocent mom. Her dad was never an example either, cool person, bad dad," sigh. "Fine. I'll buy her presents. It'll be a shallow action, but I'll do it, as you are so adamant on it. Got it," another sigh. "And your son?" So, this sister of his has two kids. "Water gun? What's with you and giving your children weapons, sister?"
The dismay is his voice made me laugh, but this time I blocked it against his chest, making my body shake with it.
"Are you training them for the mafia or something? Jesus," he gasped. "Overreacting? Say that again after they have murdered someone," Rafał mocked. "Stop calling me that, Noralina, I have a name. I can smell your envy through my phone from my side of the city, sister," he sighed dramatically. "Whatever you say, Noralina."
He caressed my hair, then brought his long fingers up to the nape of my neck and began to play with my hair there, massaging and making my eyes roll with pleasure.
"Oh, he'll be there? Thank God, at least it won't be unbearable," he looked down at me with a mischievous grin on, as he noticed what his hair massage was going to me. "Yes, he is my friend, did you forget that? He's always been way cooler than your husband. And your husband was a cool one," Rafał began to caress my hair even further, and my head rolled to his hand, which widened his grin. "Ferrero Roche, stuffed animals, and Magnum. Understood."
I hugged his torso tighter as my breath got uneven with how good this felt. Can't his damn sister just hang up already? Annoying bitch.
"Yeah, I know." He clicked his tongue, "Of course, I bought myself a car. What kind of incompetent idiot do you think I am? I remember where it is, sister. I did live here for two years when I was a child, did you forget? I've been there, before you bought the place from grandpa."
Wait, he lived here for two years? In Warsaw?
"Are you done? Do you want anything else, Noralina?" He asked impatiently. "Hah, of course. Fine, I'll buy some good alcohol and take with me. I will not promise about those flowers, it'll depend on my mood. And my mood is constantly bitter when it comes to you, so, don't be hopeful!"
She is quite the imposing one. I'd go mad.
"Okay, that's enough. I'll buy the damn book for the damn kid, bloody hell. You are overbearing, you know that?" He growled. "Don't ruin my mood. I have better things to do with my girlfriend, didn't I made that clear?" He scoffed. "I'm hanging up, Noralina. Go bother someone else!"
As he hang up on his sister's face, finally.
He put the phone on airplane mode and pushed it away. "So, that was your sister. And you speak in English with her too!"
He bend down and kissed me, holding my face tenderly, "Yes. The oldest, most annoying, and the one I'm not close to in the slightest. Definitely not when compared to the others. But still my sister. And I speak in English with her, exactly because she prefers speaking in Polish. Being the youngest give me a free card to be a brat. But I'm as fluent in Polish as a native like you, however, English is more comfortable to me," I totally get it. His accent is delicious too, so I don't mind it at all.
"She did seem very annoying. I didn't know one of your siblings were living here. Or that you lived here before," I caressed his hair, at the tip on my toes.
"Came here at 7 and left at 9. I was a child. My parents wanted to live here for a while, but London was better, so we went back. Three of my siblings stayed. Noralina stayed for good," sigh. "Can we not talk about that, love? She really stressed me out."
"Let's eat," I held his hand and walked to the table again, this time, putting my seat right next to his. "So, girlfriend, huh?" I gave him a naughty look.
His cheeks blushed, "Not like I can call you my fiancée yet," oh man. "Girlfriend it is. I told you your mine, didn't I? Many, many, many times," he picked a spoonful of the fruit salad and brought it to my lips, and opened them up for him to feed me. "Think you can stay quiet on my lap, love? I want to feed you sitting on me. With the clothes on," he added when I gave him a naughty grin.
I quickly got up from my seat and sat on his lap, in a way that his erection would be right under me, "I can," = I'll try, but can't promise.
He brought me even closer and the movement made my hips press on his cock, and I couldn't hold the moan, "I could listen to your moans forever, love. They are addicting!" Then he picked the bowel of fruit salad and began to feed me. "I'll be the best husband to you, love. I'll treat you like a Queen when we are not in bed, or playing sexual games, or in any foreplay."
My heartbeat quickened and I used the spoon he was feeding me with to feed him with the fruit salad, "And when we are?"
"When we are, you will be my slutty baby girl, I'll be your daddy, and I'll be ruthless. We'll make all of our fantasies and fetishes come true and I'll be in control," he fed me a spoonful. "If you do anything I don't like or that pisses me off, I'll punish you, and then I fuck you violently in the way I know make you go crazy," I fed him another. "You will answer to me and to me only, and you won't hold back on anything. If you do, I'll punish you. I'll never hold back either, that much I can promise you, love," he fed me the rest of this bowel and picked the scrambled eggs with bacon.
I picked the glass of juice with the straw, took a sip and turned to him so he could drink some too, and he did. Then we began feeding each other the rest of the food.
"Are we understood, my love?"