Post-Birthday already

I had a wonderful birthday, thanks to the lovely Caterina Maria. We went to lunch to this very nice and trendy restaurant. Before that, Caterina Maria met my very close friends which proved to be not disastrous as I had predicted. Henry, Collin and George can be overbearing for the most part yet Caterina wasn't intimidated, which I loved. It's very strange to find a woman who is comfortable around your friends and doesn't feel threatened by them. After that, I went to her house where she had a beautifully orchestrated surprise party for myself. I was floored, I really wasn't expecting it considering I despise parties but this was an exquisite balance of a get-together with close friends, really good food and naughty entertainment. For all who are curious, it was rated PG-14. No orgies, no rambunctious sex on Dr. Stocker's apartment, but it was kinky. Ohh and decadent. So many chocolate cakes, I was about to have an orgasm, which would be surprising considering--

I'm not going to finish that sentence. Truly, being around Caterina, makes me talk so freely about things I shouldn't or normally wouldn't.

I loved it. No one has ever thrown me a party like this, considering that not many people fancy (or even know) about my indecorous sex kinks.

It's depressing for me to watch her leave. She does has this thing for travel but for once, I find myself thinking I wish she didn't leave. Nothing I can about that. In fact, all I can do right now is finish my packing and fly over to London... and prepare myself because Henry called to give me a head's up and I'm pretty sure turmoil is approaching. Always good to stir up the masses.

Acquaintanceships - Veronique

Out of my many acquaintances, I have been frequently asked about a Veronique Reinard Lexington. Some would say we are best friends; I myself like to call her my favorite enemy. We met on the streets of London on a hot summer day. I accidentally bumped into her, which she mistook as intentional. She's quite self-centered you see. After a long diatribe, mostly her trying to convince me that I owed her some kind of apology for what I did, I invited her for coffee. I must admit that her stand-offish demeanor was of no surprise to me but there was something about her attitude that caught my attention. I suppose it was the spunk that emanated from her.

“So what is your name?”

“What is yours?” I asked “Since you’re so insisting on finding out about me.”

“Are you always this evasive?” she asked, quite poshly.

“Are you always this persistent?”

“WHY do you answer my question with another!? It vexes me to no end” she replied.

“I’ll keep that in mind for future encounters”

She quirked her eyebrow with suspicion.

“I highly doubt it. You refuse to tell me your name and I will not tell you mine.”

“Wonderful. Then it will be two perfect strangers sharing coffee in the vast city of London”

She said nothing as she sipped her coffee. I smiled as I did the same, whilst my eyes surveyed her. She looked at me but I could see that I caught her interest by the way she tilted her body towards me.

“Since we are perfect strangers... tell me about you”

I tilted my head to the side. “You’re flirting”

She flinched and sat back. I laughed.

“By your attitude, I say you’re a Taurus... or an Aries”

“By your attitude” I said “I say you’re superstitious”

She appeared surprised, and suspicious.

“Why?”

“Your bracelet for one. It’s filled with good luck charms and... the first thing you threw on the table it’s some rubbish about astrology”

She was obviously displeased with my comment, not to mention offended as most girls get when you put into question their beliefs.

“But you’re right I’m a Taurus”

She continued to question me, not hiding her interest in figuring me out. We managed to stay two whole hours, mostly trying to impress each other with witty banter. At least, she was trying to impress me. I was amused.

She downed yet another cup of coffee. I had lost count by then. She looked at me after looking at her expensive watch.

“Well sir...” she made an emphasis on the sir “I’m afraid I’ll have to leave you. I’m late” she gently stood up and took out her purse; I raised my hand.

“Please. I’ll take care of it”

She looked amused.

“So men like you still exist”

“Gentlemen? We’re dying breed I know” I put the money down on the table and stood up along with her. She extended her hand.

“Pleasure to meet you...”

“Christian. Christian Dominic Percy”

Her eyes widened. As quickly as she was surprised, just as quickly she recomposed herself.

“Earl Percy, heir to the Dukedom of Northumberland...” She spoke as if unfazed.

“Though I prefer Christian. I’m surprised you know that.”

“I know everything about our nobility” she said, her tone getting haughtier by the second.

“So you can marry well?” I quipped. She looked outraged.

“How dare you!”

“Don’t get your knickers in a bunch”

After that, we became fast friends. At some point, we became involved for a short period of time. She was desperate to become a woman, in her own words. It was a one-time thing though I’m pretty sure she had feelings for me when I ended it. Either that or she’s just naturally overzealous and possessive of her friends.