It had taken Kelvin a long time to acquire the ideal companion. He had found her online and she ticked all the boxes, literally.
He preferred a more slight figure, small beasts and delicate hips. Her dark blonde shoulder-length hair was a fine, silky texture, which he loved to run his fingers through as they sat together watching Netflix.
He had love-bombed her at first. Wooing her with flowers, quiet nights in, dresses, shoes and lingerie. This time it was ok, she made him feel ok, he was not labelled a narcissist, a stalker or a psychopath. He was understood. Somehow she unconditionally accepted the real him. She could see Kelvin for the hopeless romantic, the passionate man that he really was.
He had fallen in love with the way she looked at him intensely, with a sparkle in those dark blue eyes, as if she knew what he was thinking. He also found it appealing how she seemed to agree with everything he said and would comply with everything he asked. Kelvin understood that some men liked a feisty kind of woman, a bit of a challenge and found the tension this created a turn-on. Not for Kelvin. Enough of those entitled, controlling- sorry- assertive women who had to nit-pick everything he said and argue about the smallest thing; where nothing he did or said was ever quite good enough.
What he liked about Harmony was her sweet, submissive nature, the way her lips curled in a shy but sexy way just before they kissed.