‘Yeah. You have fun, though.’
The first thing I do when I get home is open the brown box and take out the expensive box. There’s an envelope attached to it. I pull it off and extract the card.
To replace the one I ruined.
Dom
His handwriting is bold and not the prettiest, but like him it oozes power and confidence. I open the box. Tucked amid white tissue paper is something red. I take it out and gasp. Wow!
It’s the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. It has a slit at the back and even looks like it’s my size. In a daze I run my fingers over the soft material. I’ve never owned anything so fine in my life.
Carefully, I hang the dress on a hanger and hook it on the door handle of my closet. Then, lying on the bed, I open the box of handmade chocolates, and, while eating them, admire the dress. The chocolates are delicious. The dress is fabulous. But I don’t like how confused I am about things I used to be so sure of.
In one hour Dom will be here.
EIGHT
I step up to the shower, turn it on, and the jet of hot water cascades down my body, relaxing my tightly wound muscles. I close my eyes and she fills my thoughts like an exotic perfume. Her eyes, blue and Bratz-doll enormous, flash into my mind. All day I’ve been haunted by their damn beauty. I know I’m being reckless, but I don’t care.
I’m gonna have her and fuck the consequences.
So many women have lain in my bed. They come, they go. They taste like fucking dry bread and tap water. A man needs to eat, so I filled my belly, but all the time I wanted honey and sweet flesh. A body that begs me to take it even when its owner doesn’t want me to.
Ella.
Ella of the zebra shoes, sexy calves and the perfect ass. Oh, that ass! What I could do with such an ass. So, yeah, I’m gonna fucking risk it again today, just for that adrenalin rush of opening her thighs and ramming my dick straight into her wet, tight pussy while she sucks my tongue.
My mind replays the moment I threw her against the wall and fucked her as her mouth hung slack and a rush that I’d forgotten I could feel pulsed into my cock, engorging it, making it ache. I clutch it in my hand and it hums … for her creamy body.
Soon, my friend. Soon.
I close my eyes and clear my head. Sometimes it feels as if I’m plunging off a cliff into the deep blue ocean. Maybe there are rocks under the surface. Maybe I won’t survive. Maybe she won’t take away the pain. Maybe she’ll stand on the cliff edge and watch me bleed to death instead, but so be it. I can’t stay away from her, even if it means my own destruction. I must see her soft hands lift her dress up and willingly offer me everything.
I must taste her honey again.
I keep my bedroom windows open, and when I hear the distinctive growl of the Maserati’s V8 engine I lean out of the window and call down to him as soon as he cuts the noise. He looks up, surprised, and as darkly beautiful as an avenging angel.
‘Don’t come up, there’s a parking attendant up the road. I’ll come down,’ I holler down to him.
‘Well, hurry up then,’ he shouts up.
I take one last look at myself in my pretty yellow sundress before running out of my flat and skipping down the three flights of stairs. As I step out into the street I see that Dom has come out of his car and is leaning his butt against it. My heart does a little dance. He looks super-edible in a black T-shirt, blue jeans and pristine Timberland boots. His arms are crossed, and my eyes greedily rove over the thick muscle cords. His eyes are as bright as gems and are focused on me. Hit by an unnatural attack of shyness (What? Me, shy?) I pause uncertainly by the entrance door.
‘Hey, sexy,’ he drawls.
‘There’s a parking attendant walking toward us with a very determined expression on his face,’ I say as nonchalantly as I can.
He replies by opening the passenger door with a flourish. I walk toward him with a smile.
He grabs my arm. ‘You’re one incredibly beautiful woman, you know,’ he says.
The compliment goes straight to my head and makes my skin burn. I have to pretend to look down at my shoes to hide my flustered face. He lets go of my arm and I slip into the seat. I turn my head to watch his fine ass go around the back of the car. He gets into the driver’s seat and closes the door.
‘Thanks for the dress. It’s beautiful,’ I say quickly, ‘but I can’t accept it. It’s too expensive.’
He frowns down at me. ‘It’s just a replacement. I ripped your skirt yesterday.’
‘Well, it’s too expensive.’