Part-time job

Patrick:

Villa Philipides' guest has convinced my Lord to let her go out once a week. Unfortunately I have to play the role of babysitter.

We've been going back and forth throughout the fucking town for an hour. When I explained that my lord expected her to return to the Villa loaded with purchases which would include expensive clothes, she was instantly offended. Instead, she has forced me to return to the little bookstore. She intends to spend the nineteen thousand-odd euros on books.

I'm surprised. Another woman, any other woman, would have already emptied the only boutique in town, but not her. I suspect that, in addition to her incredible resemblance to the Sorceress and the fact that she is a kind of witch herself, this... different behavior and way of thinking is what exerts so much attraction on my Lord.

Nothing I've seen these weeks makes sense. The girl is not even remotely beautiful and yet my Lord seems unable to take his eyes or hands off her. Being around both of them every night at dinner makes me uncomfortable and strangely aroused. There is such a level of desire and is so high the sexual tension between them that even I burn sometimes.

— Yolie!

I turn to see who it is. Ah, Yulia's niece...

She arrives next to the witch and they hug as if they were lifelong friends. The promiscuous woman and the witch... what a couple.

— What are you doing around here?-She takes a quick look at the bags I'm holding. - You're shopping, I see. Are you squandering your sugar daddy's millions?

— Yeah. Does it show?

They laugh like crazy. Yolie wipes away the tears that have caused her laughing out loud and, intertwining her arms, she walks away from the bookstore, taking... her friend with her.

—Actually I was thinking of buying an exorbitant amount of books, but taking them back to Cuba would be a problem. Where are you going?

—Me? - asks the other girl surprised. - Well, I'm going back to the orphanage, I work there part time. I'm one of the caregivers.

— Orphanage? Is there an orphanage here on the Island? - Yolie asks.

—Yes. It isn't very common, But from time to time some poor innocents loses their parents or are abandoned. At the moment the institution harbours fifteen boys and girls between the ages of one to sixteen years.

— Hmmm, how interesting...

— You can come with me, If you like.

— I'd love to.

Well, Santa Eduviges orphanage here we go.

Kira:

The man looks like a fucking statue. He is very handsome, obviously, even the smallest girls look at him curiously, but do not dare to approach him. Boys are something else. They've been imitating... Patrick's military pose for twenty minutes. Even his name makes my thongs melt.

Now the boys have made a bet, they agreed to give all their marbles to the one of them who who manages forcing the grown up to change his srance.

— Is he always like that? - I turn to look at Yolie. She's been trying to give Esteban his custard for ten minutes now.

—Who?- she asks distractedly.

— Your bodyguard.- I answer.

—Patrick?- asks, wiping the boy's chocolate-smeared chin. I shake my head. She has no skills, it she’ll be a disaster if she ever gets to become a mother some day.

—Yes, him... Patrick.

Yolie looks at me with a frown.

—He's always... how? - she asks confused.

I look out the window. Children try to tickle him, tug at his clothes, and even hang onto his arms but Patrick keeps his posture, like nothing it’s happening.

—That serious, cold and distant.- I sigh. Theos, what a man! Just seeing him makes my crotch warm.

— Yes. I think so, I don't know, I haven't known him for a long time.

I adopt a malicious expression.

— Ah, but I'm sure you do know Kyrios Alexander very well. Hmm? In a biblical sense, especially.

She’s finished with Esteban and he has fled. I tickle Yolie, she laughs like a clucking chicken.

—No, stop, stop it or I'll pee myself.- she protests.

We laugh together.

She adjusts her hair, which has come out of the elastic, while sighing.

—My... staying at Villa Philipides is complicated. There are many... things between Alex and me that just don't fit.

We are interrupted by a cry. I look out the window and sure enough, three-year-old Melissa has fallen from the first step of the henhouse. I hurriedly leave in the direction of the little girl but he gets ahead of me.

Patrick lifts her off the ground, examines her knee, she doesn't seem to bleed, it was just the scare of the fall. He takes her in his arms and comforts her, patting her back gently and whispering affectionate things to the girl.

—Tóra, tóra, irémise. Eímai edó. (There, there, calm down. I'm here)

He brings her to me, handing me the child, the little girl sobs a couple of times and calms down snuggled against my neck.

All the boys protest that Melissa's fall doesn't count, that there is no way they are going to give all their marbles to a girl. Patrick smiles in amusement and I take a step back.

Oh, by Aphrodite's thongs! A cold and distant man is perfect for a no strings attached adventure, but one who appears to be one and actually has a heart made of honey... is extremely dangerous.

Patrick:

The witch is... unpredictable. After several hours of sharing with the children of the orphanage, she made me look for an ATM, extract the money and make a cash donation of the money my master had allocated for her shopping expenses today.

I must say that more than surprised I'm in admiration. Undoubtedly, this wouldn't be done by any of my Lord's former lovers, not even my Lord, who is so benevolent and merciful at times has seen fit to donate money to this institution.

It is possible that she didn't do such an act of kindness driven by true altruistic intentions, but by a desire to contradict my Lord, but it doesn't matter. With this charity, she has earned my respect.

The other girl is a bit more troublesome... she was powerfully aroused the whole time. The scent of her desire was strong and evident, at first I believed that the moisture between her thighs was due to her interaction with the witch.

I thought that maybe the cuban girl has that effect on everyone who came into contact with her or that the other girl was one of those women who are attracted to people of her same sex. But no.

I found that she was giving me looks full of curiosity and longing when she thought I wasn't looking. This is... to be expected. I am quite handsome after all, and the girl has a libertine's reputation.

I had her cell phone for three hours and men kept calling her. Well, I really don't care.

We have returned to the Villa and I'm going to the office in search of my Lord. I imagine he will be furious when I tell him what the witch did with his money.