Two months passed in utter happiness. Many times I wonder what good I did and, life gave me this gift. I have a Dorian to watch over me, defend me in whatever I need, feel me, care, and show it to me.

Even at my work in court colleagues noticed a strange glow on my face. It's like I'm moving forward and spreading joy in my wake.

Spring has come, and nature sings with me.

You realize I feel on top of the world, don't you?

It is this part of love that everything seems to accompany you in what you feel, and nature undertakes to show you richly. Everything seems to be going so perfectly that it looks like it's not true.

Today is Saturday and Dorian has promised to take me somewhere very special. And as men do when they want to impress, he hasn't told me a thing about it.

You got it, right?

Certain things are given and done everywhere by the same process. Besides, I don't care where I'm gonna be. It's enough for me that Dorian will be in it.

The other day, we went out to dinner with Marinell and Ridge. Marinell seems to have taken this relationship very seriously and has stopped doing stupid things with other men.

I have to admit, I like this side of her better than the last one. The only thing that seemed strange to me about her, was the way she looked at Dorian and me.

Of course, I know how indiscreet she can be on the subject of 'love', but at that moment her attitude was not like that. Her look was a little strange; like she wasn't sure of something. I don't know exactly.

Dorian, of course, didn't notice; he paid no attention. And since he didn't care, I thought I wouldn't discuss it with him at all.

I'm almost ready. It's almost 20:00 a.m., and Dorian's about to show up.

I go out of the house after locking the door and wait for him, enjoying the spring air.

In less than five minutes, the familiar Lexus stops in front of me. I smile and get in.

Dorian's eyes gleam strangely in the night. Automatically my heart tightens, and something blocks my breath.

"Where we're going, I want you to feel," he whispers, "and get what you really want," he continues enigmatically.

I nod my head affirmatively, and Dorian completely turns his attention to driving.

Immediately my mind goes to some store or something. But it's not a bit late for that? Besides, I don't want him to get me anything. It's enough for me that he's here.

I love him so fucking much that it hurts...

I know I'm doing the right thing. At least what I think is fucking right. I'm gonna let her get whatever shit she wants out of there. At least she deserves it.

Come on, Dorian, get a grip on the fucking feelings, and don't get too excited. You like her, all right. You like being with her, you're having fun.

How much I love that fucking voice in my head right now! Because although Riva fills me to the fullest, luckily I haven't completely lost my fucking mind, and my dominance.

I got onto the main road to Montbello, Denver, which lies before Green Valley Ranch, and the airport. I always come here to be alone, to calm down. I never bring chicks. In this house, I keep almost all my property.

But you brought Reva, says the inner voice, and I don't talk back. It's telling the fucking truth.

I stop at the entrance of the house, and with a device electronically open the big iron door.

Dorian opens the big iron door with a device, and we drive at low speed into a paved corridor.

To the right and left are low bushes in a perfect row, and between them, long paths of small stone tiles are adorned. In front of us appears a very modern villa, with two pillars at the main entrance.

We get out of the car and as soon as we get close, they automatically turn on from right and left headlights of white light. Just above the door, two cameras are pointed at us.

Dorian, with another device, types something and unseals the big sliding door, making the familiar deafening sound on the rails, like opening a big gate.

He looks at me with a smug smile. I reciprocate, but I look at him with apathy. He already knows that no matter how brilliant the wealth may seem, I am not impressed to a degree of foolishness.

We go in, and Dorian, in the same way, he closes the gate behind us. At first glance, it doesn't take long to realize that here everything is expensive and state-of-the-art.

Dorian presses a button and the space is filled with hidden lighting in pale orange color. An oval-shaped leather sofa starts at one tip of the living room and ends at the other.

The walls are adorned with paintings by famous painters. And in the background, there is a bar with wood paneling. On the shelves in the back, I see a lot of bottles of alcohol. There must be all the drinks over there, I think in silence.

I get off my heels and walk on the soft carpet in slow steps, letting the nice feeling relax my feet. I sit on the black leather sofa, and my gaze falls across a painting.

I recognize this painting right away. It is Antoine Watteau's' 'Journey to Kythira'. I get lost for a while in this painting and begin to imagine the boat that is being dragged by angels through this idyllic landscape. This painting gives you the image of the dream and hopes for a 'journey' that is about to take place.

I feel that my hope is finally beginning to come true. And it's none other than Dorian staying in my life, and I in his, and be united with each other.

I see Dorian disappear for a moment into another room. He returns naked from the waist up, and below he wears a black comfortable tracksuit. He is barefoot and approaches me.

He tilts his head defiantly toward mine, and I am instantly bewildered by the direct contact with his eyes. He grabs my chin and sticks his lips to mine in an attitude of domination.

Then he moves away and approaches the bar. He takes a bottle of Jack Daniels, and two glasses, and approaches me. He leaves them on the glass coffee table with the silver base and fills the two glasses.

I expected him to look at me with the familiar look he orders me to do this, but it didn't happen that way. Maybe... he wants to take care of me once, too, I think in silence.

He gives me one glass and clinks it with his. We're both taking it down in one fell swoop.

The whole atmosphere is very fine so far, but I feel within me a strange tumult. Fucking damn me! No, I don't want any fears of my insecurity now! I don't want them!

"Dorian," I whisper.

"Hmm,"

"I think that-" I pause and fill my glass again with the booze.

I drink that in one go. I make the same move a few times, and Dorian puts his hands defiantly under my dress and pulls down my underwear.

The pleasure from his touch and the dizziness of the drink mix, make my body relax, and my heart screams to say to him... "I love you," I say aloud finally.

I lay still waiting for Dorian's slightest response.