AFTER A BREAKUP.
" He kissed my cheeks sensually " remember when i said i loved you?"
My heart beat increased by twofold... I could feel the heat from his lips on my ear and it tickled in a delightfully Amazing way
"yes, i do remember "
His lips moved lower till i felt their moist outline on my cupids bow. I had no breath left so i gasped softly... His strong hand encircled my small waist in a soft but firm grip. I shook like a leaf assaulted by embittered winds
" i was lying "...
CHAPTER ONE.
"Sizzle sizzle, calm yo wizzle. "
I switched off the alarm with an annoying click. Having steamy dreams on a monday morning could be annoying, more so when it featured an ex lover.
Ex lover ah... How titles change so quickly.
Never the type to dwell on thoughts, i walk to the bath. Shedding the deep red satin negligee that clung to my lean body with sweat. The shower is spacious and airy, i start the tap and cold water hit my skin with a blast.
"Goosebumps ... I need those " i gasped.
I let my thoughts wander as the water Cascade down my body. Last night was bad, last night was revealing and last night was a milestone. Today we move.
I towel my skin dry and apply a moisturizer. As is my ritual every day, i already had my outfits picked and kept carefully, even the shock of last night couldn't disrupt that.
Black Plunge necked midriff top, floral velvet printed thigh length skirt and a black coat.
I dress quickly and rush to my collection of bags. My gaze fell on two identical channel bags.
One was bought by him, the other by me. One was an original bespoke piece and the other a cheap imitation.
I checked the weather prediction on my phone "rainy".
Fake channel bag it is then.
The whole day goes dully by. I work with strong intent and before 2pm i complete 5 pieces of drawings on my sketch pad. They are rough sketches though, and i pin them to my table so i don't forget to develop on them Later .
4pm, i take a break and go to the bathroom. I stand before the full length mirror and look at my reflection. Could it be he left because i am too lean? or because i smile too little? Or was i not affectionate enough.
I shake my head to vanquish such thoughts and go back to my table.
7pm.
Everyone is packing up to leave. I hear the other girls giggling and talking about a new bar they want to visit. I sit on my desk, silently praying they overlook my past rejections and invite me.
They don't.
I stay till 7:30pm and all thoughts of hanging out with anyone has long been discarded when pam walks up to me and invites me unexpectedly. I start to say that i have to be home and prepare dinner but then i remember that Theres no one to cook for...
"sure, I'd love to join you" i smile as her face does nothing to hide the surprise she feels.
The club is actually nice and funky but me being the recluse i am, i don't dance. I'm having my second glass of vodka when he walks in.
Broad shoulders, smooth but amazingly structured cheeks and deep, deep eyes. He is so handsome the girls sqeaul so high and almost everyone walks up to him to greet. I can feel his aura from across the room and its strong and magnetic. I reach for the third glass...
Within seconds he is before me. Sitting there in a brooding silence much like mine. He doesnt drink though. I am on my fifth glass.
I'm feeling dizzy already and i start a conversation. I ask him if he has ever had his heart broken, he replies yes and i sigh deeply.
"why would anyone be so heartless? ' i sniffle. " he takes 2 years of my life and leaves me this way... " i giggle and then pout.
Mr handsome and silent sits beside me as i mumble things i won't remember later and sometimes he talks too but i can't hear him through the din in the clun
Minutes later i am alone and i stand up. And start to exit the club. Its raining outside and I'm glad i have the fake bag my ex bought. I put it over my head and stagger my way to my car but i can't find my keys... I get drenched to the bones real quick as my coat is in the car. I make a mental note to take an umbrella next time.
The rain hits harder and i am walking home now, trying to stop a taxi but i don't see any. my legs starts feeling weak and i can't walk anymore and i find myself sitting on the curb with wet clothes, a developing fever and I'm drunk.
What a nice day.
A hand touches my shoulder, i know its mr handsome and silent from his cologne and i don't struggle. He carries me in a princess style and places me in his car,wet clothes and all.
His car is warm.
I don't remember the journey but i know we are not going to my place because he never asks me for my address.
I start to doze off when i feel his hand on my shoulder and when i turn a bit, he carries me again. I'm not moving and my eyes are closed, I feel like I'm burning. I can tell we are going up the elevator from the feeling of vertigo i get, it doesn't last for very long though and soon we are in a warm cozy place amd he drops me on the sofa, all the while not saying a single word.
He's taking my wet flimsy top off and i weakly hold his hand to stop him. He sqeeuzes my hands and its so warm i start crying. He takes off my clothes while I'm sobbing and i... I hug him.
I don't know when he took his shirt off but i can feel the warmth of his bare chest on my nipples as much as i feel his cold hands wrap around my waist. I bring my face closer and closer...
He meets me halfway and its passionate. I'm not thinking about the harsh reality of having sex with a stranger, nor about the endless desolation i recently feel... I am thinking about how good his hands feel when they encircle my breast and how he nibbles on my lips.
He enters me with extreme carefulness but i still feel the pain and i whimper slightly. "shhh love... The pain will soon go away" he whispers. I grab onto his shoulders for dear life. I grab so hard my nails sink into his dark skin. He groans.
True to his words the pain ebbs away till it's only a pleasure so stark and strange left. I am moaning loudly now and he kisses my neck and nibbles hard... Will i get hickeys?
I black out.
***
No alarms.
I am awoken by a sharp pain in my head and lower body. The headache is definitely from a hangover but the lower? Where am i?
My eyes take forever to get accustomed to the dim lights in this unfamiliar room and i remember with no little shame the events of last night .
He is asleep beside me, his dark curly hair falling over his face in a beautiful picture. He looks younger and so fragile i feel guilty even when I'm the one who got taken advantage of. I touch his hair, so soft. I must remember to ask him what product he uses.
I put on his shirt, the first fabric of clothing i see and walk to the kitchen in slow steps. I search around his state of the art kitchen for something to relieve my headache and i stumble on some chamomile tea.
I make a big cup for my self and drink a big gulp. The reality of what I've done hits me with that gulp and my heart drops.
My boyfriend of many years broke up with me...
I sleep with a stranger i met at a bar after getting drunk...
Oh shit ...
I'm sobbing softly as i drink my tea. This isn't how i envisioned my life. Last week everything was perfect but now?
Everything is nothing.
I hear shuffling of feet and i know my host is behind me ...
Time to face reality...
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