Pragma

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Midas' lips slowly turned into a playful smirk, and he slowly glanced up at you with that beautiful golden eye.

"I'm so sorry, Midas!" you apologized, still afraid you might have hurt him in some way. He started to laugh like a crazy person. You stared at him with a confused look as he laughed and moved his hands away from his face. Midas broke down in laughter and said, "Oh darling, you really thought you hurt me, didn't you?" and smiled like crazy.

"You're such a dork, Midas" you shook your head and chuckled slightly. You sat down next to him, and he gave you a big hug, still laughing. "Calm down, y/n, it's banter. It doesn't hurt at all" he laughed and stroked your arm. "Thank god you're alright" you said relieved and hugged him. He leaned back in the couch while hugging you, so you ended up resting your head and arm on his chest.

"But like... can you feel anything in your blind eye?" you asked softly, keeping your head and arm on his body. "Yes, the only difference is that I'm blind" he replied in the same soft tone with a smile on his lips. "That's something, at least"

"It is. So don't try to poke me in the eye" he grinned and played with your hair.

"Deal. Did anything else happen at your birthday that's worth mentioning?" you raised an eyebrow.

"In a haze of total drunkenness and cocaine rush I ordered strippers and bought an expensive hotel and a two-story penthouse in Denmark. I also bought a ranch with like 40 horses and ended up sponsoring a Formula 1 team for an entire season. That was expensive" he laughed and sighed.

"What the fuck, Midas" you laughed and kept resting on his chest.

"As I said, it was a wild week"

"A wild week?! It sounds like something from a movie!" you exclaimed shocked with your jaw down on the floor.

"I know, I know. The strippers were alright because it's women, you know, they're always lovely, and I ended up keeping the hotel to see how it would turn out. It required that I was at the hotel a lot and I didn't have the time, so I sold it to an elderly couple with a dream of owning a hotel. I earned like $20 million when I sold it, but that revenue went to that fucking Formula 1 team. I kept the apartment and sold the ranch to someone who actually cared about the animals" he chuckled.

"What team was it?" you asked interested. "Aston Martin, of course! It's British, so I just had to do it. They actually won a couple of races in a car with my name on it, it was fantastic. But the sponsorship cost me like $150 million so I got out of the deal as soon as possible" he charmingly grinned.

"Oh god... wasn't it weird seeing your name on a car like that?"

"It was alright. They gave me an all-inclusive stay in Monaco in the racing week, it was a very nice holiday. They paid everything"

"Impressive – perhaps it wasn't that bad after all?"

"It was a pretty cool experience. They got me a personal assistant to follow me around all week. If I wanted something I told her what I wanted, and she gave it to me without questions. I tried to see how far I could take it, so I asked for a very specific champagne, you know the type of champagne that's only made 1,000 of each year, and lo and behold she got it for me after two days" Midas said.

"Holy shit" you muttered low.

"Yeah. We drank it together on a balcony while eating caviar on the last evening after a rather wild day – she deserved it after helping me all week. I bet she would've tied my shoes and hand-fed me if I asked for it" he chuckled.

"It sure sounds like it. Why was it a wild day?"

"She was being pretty flirty all the time and wanted a lot of my attention. I attended receptions and dinners every single night, and she always accompanied me wearing very revealing dresses and showing lots of skin, clearly trying to use her body to impress me and get my attention" Midas laughed a tiny bit.