Chapter 11: Relaxed
Kostas rocked me side to side as he whispered sweet nothings in my ear. Eventually, my sobs stopped and I was rendered to mere hiccups.
He kissed the top of my head. "I'm sorry, Mía. I should have known this would be too much for you. You're not used to all this unnecessary attention...but you have to understand it's necessary for this situation we're in."
I nod and whimper as I try to control the hiccups.
"...What...what I mean is, though...I'm sorry, I did promise that I would take care of the paparazzi...and instead I have only made things harder on you. You're under so much stress and I think it's time to help you relax," he whispered.
As Kostas said those words, he rubbed light circles into my back. I felt at ease.
"G-God, d-do you have to deal with this all the t-time?"
He chuckles lightly and nods. Then I shouldn't be crying like a baby when this is practically his life...and mine now.
"Come on, I'll treat you upstairs."
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He twisted the knob and water slowly flowed into the tub. He left the bathroom while I sat there on the toilet waiting for his return. When he did, he had a clear heart-shaped container filled with what looked to be rose petals in his hands.
Kostas threw the red and white petals in the tub while I still sat there, confused and with a messy tear-streaked face right on display. I must look devastatingly ugly.
A knock at the door startled me from my thoughts. I sighed and held my hand close to my erratically beating heart.
"Come in," Kostas ordered and in came Mrs. Baxter, the house's new main caretaker.
"Mr. Sarantos, I have here everything you requested," she smiled.
In her hands she held a wooden tray decorated with candles, a plate filled with chocolate drizzled strawberries, marshmallows, and brownies, and a glass of wine that had strawberries sweetening the alcoholic beverage even more.
"Thank you, Mrs. Baxter," he smiled. "That will be all."
She smiled back, took a look at me, then hesitated. Her smile weakened, I knew she was contemplating consoling me. I clearly look like I've gone through hell and back. But I was positive she had other important things to tend to, so I shook my head and she left.
Mrs. Baxter was a sweet old lady and I'm very grateful for her. After Kostas married me, he took our plan more into consideration and concluded that it wouldn't look right if I was still his maid. People would definitely think something's up. What wife of a billionaire do you see vacuuming a nearly 50 foot-long hallway?! Thus, he hired Mrs. Baxter to be my replacement along with three other young women to assist her around the mansion.
However, Mrs. Baxter has not only proven herself to be friendly and skillful in the kitchen, but also youthfully energetic. She cooks and cleans like a damn machine. The mere sound of her authoritative voice galvanizes the other maids into action. Mrs. Baxter doesn't play when it comes to her job. Yeah...she's a sweet old lady but she's got spunk!
"Alright...take your clothes off."
My head turns. "What?!"
Kostas bit his lip and shot one hand in his pocket, the other through his hair. "You want a bath, right? I promise it will feel good."
"..........huh??"
He rolled his eyes and started taking off my clothes.
"Wait, wait, WAITTT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!!" I question, fighting back. This was all too sudden. He just came out of the blue asking me to take off my clothes. What will he do?
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RomanceMía's life has gone to hell. Her mom only has a part time job, they haven't paid any of their bills-most importantly their mortgage-in months, Mía has had to sacrifice her college life to help out with all these complications.... But everything just...
