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AUTHOR: Yorgos Ntovas



COVER DESIGN: Yorgos Ntovas


EDITING: Lydia Germanou

Not recommended for minors

Publication: Athens, Greece February 2019

© Copyright2015-2019

By Yorgos Ntovas

Originally was written in Greek

English Translation by Artemis

All rights reserved, including the reproduction of the contents or any portion of this book by any means, electronic or not.

No part of this book may be reproduced in any manner whatsoever without the prior written consent of the author.

All characters and events described in this book are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

Yorgos Ntovas

Eleni and Menelaos

English Translation


A Love novel

About the Author

Yorgos Ntovas was born in Volos, Greece.

He studied Electronics and Computer Science.

He is an I.T. and Communications Consultant, Books and Theatrical Texts Author, Scripts Writer and Paranormal Phenomena Investigator.

He creates Digital Artworks and writes various strange or not, books.

He has written in Greek the books, Claire – Erica – Cleo (Trilogy), Eleni & Menelaos, A Rainy Afternoon and Many Sunny Days, The Publisher, Attempt of Rape, 4 Erotic Stories, Renaissance, The Politician, Herma, The Bride.

The first book of the trilogy “Claire – Erica – Cleo”, “A Rainy Afternoon and Many Sunny Days” and “Eleni and Menelaos”, have been translated into English and are available worldwide.

Yorgos Ntovas speaks English, French and German and lives and works in Athens, Greece.




1. Wedding Invitation!

2. Back to Athens!

3. A new day!

4. Moving in!

1. Wedding Invitation!

Menelaos was driving to Preveza but his mind wandered. Various thoughts were troubling him and that wasn’t safe at all.

He knew the route well. There was no particular traffic but still, it was kinda dangerous.

Menelaos was invited to a wedding which was taking place at Preveza. He was working as an external consultant at a Company and one of his colleagues was getting married. It was one of these social events you were obliged to attend. He didn’t know the groom very well. He was a high executive in the Company and had a great regard for him. This was the reason he was invited to his wedding after all, a wedding where members of the immediate family were mostly invited. He didn’t want to go but he had to, as the groom was influencing the Company’s president. If he wanted to get his contract renewed for the next year, it would be wise to take care of his public relations. In short, he found himself travelling to Preveza.

The wedding was taking place on Saturday, late afternoon. He had prepared himself from Friday. He would leave on Saturday morning and return on Sunday afternoon.

The last two years, after his divorce, he was living with his daughter, Emilia -Emma- at a three-bedroom apartment in Glyfada. Things weren’t going well for him. His divorce hadn’t gone smoothly, his work had its ups and downs, his financial situation was rough and as for relationships? Not even close.

His daughter who was seventeen years old, was relatively an easy child but had her issues too. She had decided to stay with him because of the numerous conflicts with her mother. She lived with her, the first two years after the divorce but decided to move in with him these last two. That kept her calmer.

He asked Emma, if she wanted to come along. As if. No way she would miss the opportunity to spend a weekend in Athens all by herself. He trusted her though, had raised her well, after all. He did the usual preaching, however, just in case.

He got up on Saturday morning, on his way to Preveza.

After Antirio, he decided to stop at a nearby café. He wanted to get some rest, focus and put his thoughts in order. The road from now on wasn’t that easy so he had to be wary. His car wasn’t exactly safe either. Another reason to be careful.

Various thoughts invaded his mind, mostly memories from vacation days with his ex-wife. Unavoidably, bad memories from the last period where things weren’t going well for them. The unpleasant ending of their relationship and the divorce that followed. He was thinking about all this, lately. Whilst he had analyzed the whole situation again and again and had reached a conclusion, these thoughts still troubled his mind.

Truth is that they were becoming scarce. He had invented a technique to get rid of them. He found something else to keep his mind busy.

In that particular moment, it was a company of three, two women and a man, sitting at a nearby table. The man and one of the women were clearly a couple. What drew his attention though, was the other woman. She was exactly his type but unfortunately, he never had the chance to date a woman like her. In other words, it was an undisclosed desire. She had ebony hair, milky skin, deep blue eyes, a normal build and voluptuous breasts. From what he could distinguish since she was sitting, she must have been of average height. She was wearing a particularly revealing, tight top and short skirt. Another thing he liked a lot, on the verge of fetishism was high-heeled stilettos and this woman had nailed that part. She was wearing an amazing pair of golden, really chic, high-heeled sandals. A pair of golden hook earrings decorated her ears, adding the final touch to her outfit.

He realized, was staring at her and at some point the woman, as if she noticed, turned around and looked at him. She smiled. He felt awkward but smiled back uncomfortably.

A little later, the trio left the café so he had the opportunity to take a better look at her. She looked better than he initially thought. She wasn’t very young, probably on her forties but kept really fit. Besides, he always believed that was the best age for a woman. She was taller than he thought with ideal analogies, curvy but not chubby. Her breasts were voluptuous and the short, tight skirt highlighted perfectly her round butt. She also had amazing legs. His experienced eye couldn’t help noticing she was clearly exercising. Judging from her shapely shanks, one could tell she was always wearing heels.

She turned to look at him again before leaving and smiled. He smiled back. The trio entered their car and took off.

He stared at the car that drove away, heading to Epirus then decided to set off as well.

He made it to Preveza two hours later. It was almost three o’clock. The wedding would take place at seven, at a church located a little away from town. A reception would follow, in a luxurious hotel way out of Preveza, on the way to Parga. The groom had booked the rooms for his guests in that same hotel. Therefore, Menelaos had to go to the hotel first and prepare himself in order to be on time for the wedding then back to the hotel again.

He located the hotel easily but from what he was told, the church would be a pain to locate. You had to be wary and take a turn on the right crossing otherwise you had no chance to find it.

Introduced himself on the reception and was given his room key. He went upstairs and put his things in order. It was a little after four o’clock so there was plenty of time. He went downstairs and looked for the restaurant in order to eat something. It was closed however, but fortunately, the pool bar was serving various snacks and salads. He ordered a Caesar’s.

The weather was great, not too hot yet. Menelaos decided to take advantage of this trip and not let his thoughts and concerns trouble his mind further.

Although, the summer season hadn’t started yet, the hotel was still crowded. There were many tourists at the pool, mostly foreigners who enjoyed playing with water.

He bid his time, relaxed, cheered up and went upstairs to his room to get ready.

It was still early but he wanted to have plenty of time in his hands. Besides, he didn’t know the exact spot so there should be enough time in case he’d make a mistake.

The room was really comfortable, pretty decent. It was a five-star hotel, after all. He brought the dark-haired lady to his mind, the one who saw in Antirio. She was undoubtedly the most beautiful woman he had seen the last few years. He suddenly realized that she looked familiar. He must have seen her before but couldn’t remember where. Besides, he wasn’t very good with faces. But that was a face you wouldn’t easily forget.

So be it, he mused. He got ready and left the room.

There were plenty of people in the reception and judging from their clothes, most should have been wedding guests.

Went to his car, gave his map one last glance and went off.

He was driving slowly and carefully and luckily saw the road sign in time. He made it to the church which was five kilometers away.

It was located to the end of the road in an idyllic scenery, filled with trees and close to the sea.

Menelaos was one of the first guests who arrived. He found a shady spot and parked his car.

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