I'M YOURS TOO

FORTY-ONE

Last night, the dinner with the Mayer's ended in Miran's penthouse. The view is fantastic, cloudy, and cold.

"Miran?" Kim called, walking out of the room. She stopped when she heard him.

"Hold him for a while, I'd be there soon," He sighed heavily. Kimimela leaned by the wall while she listened.

He turned around, and she stood, looking behind, blinking nervously.

"I'd call you back. Tony, send the contract samples," he said. Kim snarled.

"Hey," his voice low, and cracked.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt, I just," she smiled, when he dropped the phone on the couch and walked closer to her. Her laugh echoed the room as he lifted her. "Miran, come on... put me down,"

"Those look pretty on you," he said, and she looked at the white shirt she had on.

"Because they are yours?" She asked, wrapping her legs around his waist and her hands on his shoulders.

"All mine," he replied, kissing her cheek.

"Whatever," she chuckled and hummed as his kiss trailed down to her neck. "Something wrong at work?"

"Hmmm, nothing," he kissed her arms and looked at her.

"I just heard you,"

"So you were earsdropping?" His hands squeezing her butt, he walked to the kitchen, where he placed her on a stool gently.

"Yes, honey, I was." She said, her hands buried in his hair.

His face turned more serious, "I have an urgent meeting... Donna is in town. She wants to make amends, umm, the contract isn't up to her standard,"

"Oh, Penelope?" Kim asked.

"Kimimela," Miran smirked, and they both smiled.

"I was just saying, I'm hungry wanna make me breakfast?" She asked, standing up, Miran pulled her to his body. His hands around her waist.

"Come on, let's talk about this," he says, pushing the strands of her hair.

"It's not going to change anything, Miran. If I said don't go, would you listen?" Kim asked, while her hands craned his arms to his chest where she left her lipstick mark.

"Sure, Tony would handle it," he said, Kim giggled and shook her head.

"You're insane, go to work," she said, trying to escape his grip, but his grip were tight.

"You wanted to go golfing today, and I promised to take you,"

"Well, big boy... shit happens," she sighed heavily.

"Hmmm, yeah? I promise I won't be long," his forehead resting on hers, and his lips slowly reach for hers. "I promise, I won't be long, huh?" His hands brushing her hair softly.

Kim wraps her hand around his neck, pulling him closer, smiling against his lips. "Alright, I'd be here, waiting," she says.

"Thank you, princess,"

"What are you thanking me for? Let me cook you breakfast before you go," she offered.

"Breakfast, Kim?"

"Yeah, breakfast, something you have to get used to, it's food that's eaten in the morning... you know," she shrugged and slipped out of his arms.

"Really? You're explaining -"

"It's called defining, I am defining breakfast to you, Miran," she said.

"Exactly, I can see that,"

"Well, you looked lost, so I thought you don't know the meaning... let me cook you something, huh?"