“Why are you calling me again, and again?”

Photo © Todd Downs

“Milady.”

The woman turned his head from a magazine to the man in front of her, Dominic. She stared at the brown irises for a couple seconds, it was the third time that nickname thrown into the air.

“Yes?”

The mouth that caught Hera’s attention transformed into a curve. Dominic chuckled a little before he drank his coffee from the half empty cup, didn’t even tried to elaborate why he said Milady without talking more.

Why are you calling me again, and again?” She initiated to ask.

“To make sure you’ll answer.”

“Of course, I will. Why—”

Brown irises looking at the grey one intensely; tenderly. “To make sure you’re still mine.”

end.

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