The following day, Sunday, I woke up at the sound of people talking. I checked the time on my phone, it was already eight a.m.

Kristov drove me home at exactly twelve in the evening. Yeah, Cinderella time. He did not want to mess up with Dad, making him more upset. He asked what he should do to make Dad like him. I told him the same thing. Spend time with him.

I left my room, and heard where the noise came from. I went to the kitchen and was so surprised to see Kristov.

Oh my God...

Seeing him made my heart beat so fast, it felt like it was about to burst. My pulses racing, so strong and powerful... I was afraid I was going to pass out.

Why am I feeling this way? I have never felt something like this to someone.

Exhilarating. Exciting. Strong connection, relief, and an arousing sexual feeling. Too many emotions that I could not describe in one word.

Am I in love? Do I love him? My goodness. I think I really do!

"There you are!" Mom exclaimed, "Finally, you're awake."

Still dazed from my realization, I turned to Mom. Then I noticed dad sitting at the kitchen table, reading the morning papers, drinking coffee, with a grumpy expression.

"Hi," Kristov greeted me, with a shy smile.

"Hi," I answered, catching my breath. He looked so gorgeous, and sinfully handsome... standing there, cooking something in a pan.

I could not help but remember last night. He made me come so hard that I cried at the intensity of pleasure. I had never experienced something like it before, a man eating my center with greed, hunger and passion. His powerful tongue fucking me, digging inside my hole... pushing in and out, in a delicious rhythm, until the sensation was so unbearable.

I tried to touch him but he stopped my hand.

"You will, Pia, next time. I have to take you home, now. Or else, your dad will hate me more."

"Oh," I felt disappointed at the mention of Dad, "but you never come."

"It's okay. Don't worry about it," he assured me.

"That's not fair. I'm the only one taking all the pleasure."

He chuckled, kissing my lips briefly, "I promise you, Pia, I had so much pleasure, more than yours."

"Are you sure?"

"Definitely. Having you in my arms... touching you like this," his hand cupped my breast, "kissing you like this," his tongue caressed my lips," and feeling your body against mine... enough to drive me so crazy."

"Pia!" Mom's voice brought me back to the present.

"Mom?"

"What's wrong with you? Are you still half asleep?" Mom frowned, then pointed at the charcuterie board, "look what Kristov brought for us. Isn't he so sweet?"

I looked at the beautiful breakfast charcuterie board on the table. It looked familiar. It was the same thing that Jean and Tess prepared for Kristov's birthday in the garden -- Croissant, waffles, crackers, different grapes and berries, assorted cheese and nuts, bacon, ham, sausages, honey, and boiled eggs.

I took a piece of cracker, dipped it in honey, and ate, "hmm, yum!"

"I told him that we prefer fried eggs in the morning, so he's making some," Mom stood beside me, and started eating what she fancied in the charcuterie board.

I went near Kristov, I tiptoed and gave him a kiss on his cheek.

"Good morning," my arms went around his neck, as I stared at his compelling dark eyes. Instantly, he gathered me in his arms, giving me a tight hug and a peck on my lips.

Dad coughed aloud, choking on his coffee, "water! Pia! I need water, hurry up!"

I got him water, but he would not let me go. He ordered me to sit beside him at the round kitchen table, so close that his arm settled at the back of my chair.

"Get me something in there," he pointed at the charcuterie board, "and more berries."

I got him a little of everything. Croissant, ham, different cheeses, bacon, and more berries.

Kristov was done with the eggs, and put the platter on the table.

"Wow, you made perfect eggs, Kristov. You're amazing," I gave him a smile, and he responded with a wink.

"That's a very simple job, there's nothing amazing about that," Dad scoffed, "I can even do it with my eyes closed."

"No thanks. We don't want to injure our esophagus," Mom said then ignored Dad. She then offered a seat to Kristov.

"Thanks, Divine," Kristov settled next to me.

He put an egg on my plate, then offered one to Dad who rejected it with a nasty twist on his lips. Then to Mom, who made him put it on her plate.

"Your eggs are very delicious, Kristov," Mom said, making Dad choke again. But Mom continued talking to Kristov, "you seem to be a man with many talents. Is there anything that you can't do?"

Kristov smiled, looking so shy, "Actually, too many."

"Like what?" Mom waited, looking so mesmerized at him.

"Simple things, like um... fishing. I'm terrible at fishing. I didn't catch a single fish when I attempted in Thailand. I guess I don't have the patience."

"Ah... it's not for you," I held his hand, for assurance.

Dad suddenly chuckled wickedly, "how would you like girls to eat at the Seafood Island for lunch?"

"Today?" Mom asked with excitement. Seafood island was a restaurant near the sea, where diners would catch fish first, then had the fish cooked by the restaurant.

"Of course!" Dad nodded, smiling at us, "let's eat all the fish that Kristov will catch."

I saw Kristov's eyes widened with apprehension.

"But Dad, he just said he's terrible at fishing."

Dad waved his hand, dismissing what I've said, "I'm sure he won't let us starve," he stood up and left the table, laughing.

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At eleven thirty in the morning, we were in the Seafood Island Restaurant. Kristov was still struggling to catch a fish in the sea. It had been an hour, and we were all getting hungry.

"I'm sorry, I'm terrible at this. Can we just order in the restaurant?" Kristov looked really frustrated, he was sweating so hard.

"Knowing dad, he won't allow that. Just keep on trying," I encouraged him, then glanced at dad who was watching us, "maybe put plenty of bait, and stop touching the rod."

"I already did that," he groaned, "I don't understand why all the fishes are so elusive to me."

I caressed his back, comforting him, "don't worry, they'll come to you."

At exactly twelve noon, we were able to eat. The restaurant served our food on the table. A platter of rice pilaf, french fries, four glasses of soda, and two tiny fishes in sweet and sour sauce.

Kristov looked really embarrassed, eating only the rice and french fries.

"I'll try better next time," he kept apologizing, and saying that he would make up soon. While dad looked victorious, eating the fish like it was his most delicious meal.

After our lunch, Dad brought us all to his favorite Thrift Store, and did a very embarrassing thing again. He made Kristov try on the dusty jackets.

Kristov did not complain, but seemed to enjoy the experience. In the end, he bought three jackets, and I admit, they really looked good on him.

Dad also loosened up. He was driving his old landcruiser that day, mom in front with him, while Kristov and I sat at the back.

I realized it was my first time going out with a guy, together with my parents. This never happened with Jacob. It was always me and Jacob going out on a date, hanging out. Never with my parents.

Kristov treated us in an Exclusive VIP Seating movie theater, to watch the latest Marvel movie. Dad was a fan of DC and Marvel, so was Kristov. I was glad that they had something in common.

"A reclining seat and a blanket?" Mom looked amazed, when she settled on her leather seat.

"Yes, maam," the theater butler answered, giving Mom the menu, "we have restaurant style food and drinks. Alcoholic or non-alcoholic."

"My goodness! I never knew this kind of movie theater existed," she said, not able to contain her excitement.

"Will you shut up! People would think that we're uncivilized," Dad scolded Mom.

"There's no other people here," Mom argued, and turned to the good looking young butler to order her food.

Kristov looked amused, then settled on a seat beside mine.

"I'm sorry," I apologized for my parents' behavior, "they always argued, but they really love each other."

"No-no, it's okay," he chuckled, "I find them really cute, actually. My parents never argued in front of me and Anton, but we knew that their relationship is shaky. I never saw them hold hands, like your parents do when they're walking together."

"Maybe they're not very affectionate."

He shook his head, "if they were not, then it was too much. They never hugged or kissed, even on the cheeks. They never said 'I love you' to each other."

"That sounds so weird. I don't like that kind of marriage."

"Me either," he answered.

Dad saw us talking, then warned us, "don't get too cozy, you two. I'm watching."

"Stop embarrassing me, Dad. I'm not a kid," I complained and turned to Kristov, who looked amused.

The movie started. Kristov and Dad were so engrossed with the movie, laughing too hard, overly reacting to a scene, cursing at the villain and making unnecessary comments.

While Mom and I ordered a lot of food, and kept on eating while watching the movie. Mom fell asleep starting at the middle of the movie, due to a food coma.

It was already evening when we left the movie theater. Dad went ahead to get the car in the parking lot. Mom went to the bathroom, while Kristov and I waited for her at the Theater lobby.

Too many people were lining up for the regular seating, I barely noticed them. I was so engrossed talking to Kristov about the movie, flirting... touching...

I was surprised when someone called my name.

"Pia? Is that you?"

I turned and saw Ronnie, Jacob's brother. He eyed me oddly, like I just committed a mortal sin.

"Oh hi Ronnie, Nice to see you here," I said confidently, and grabbed Kristov's hand when I saw Mom heading to the exit, "I'm sorry, I can't catch up with you now, we have to go. Bye!"

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