Lately,i have been indulging myself to chocolate flavored ice cream and cakes. Some business transaction stole my boyfriend away and swept him to hawaii three days ago and he won't be back for two weeks. I told him hawaii was filled of women with golden skin and almond eyes, dressed in silk swimsuits and flowers in their sun-kissed hair. He laughed and pinched my wrinkled little nose and said, "They'll never look as good as you, you're a god."
I realized that firstly, when your boyfriend who looks like a demi-god calls you a god in spite of the fact that he's seen you naked, you just know he won't get swept away by no one elese but you. Secondly, you will feel your cheeks heat up to that tragedy i thought only teenagers knew: blushing. Lastly, you begin to think it was all an exaggeration and start to conclude that it's some sort of a cover-up but he sees you raise your eyebrow so he kisses you and makes you forget everything. I'm starting to think Midnight is a wicked man,
and a really great kisser.
...
"So, what are your plans this week?", Jenine asked. We were in the powder room and i noticed how her mouth opens everytime her mascara touches her already beautiful lashes. This woman will never fail to amaze me.
"Nothing.", i replied.
"How nice.", she quipped. "No parties?"
"Are you setting up one?"
She laughed and applied a new coat of gloss in her lips. "If you'll come."
"You're in love with me.", i joked and we laughed together. I picked up my liner and swept it across my eyes, "When?"
Jenine leaned on the sink and shrugged her shoulders, "Haven't really thought of that yet. I love your hair."
We continued to the elevator and reached the parking lot together. "So," she started, "You'll come to my party?"
I opened the door of my Porsche and sat comfortably at the driver's seat, my mother's picture smiled at me from the dashboard, "Sure.", then i closed the door and started the ignition. In my peripheral vision i saw her roll her eyes and wave at me. Drive safe, she mouthed. I waved back and drove away.
...
"I miss you so much, damn these investors.", Midnight muttered under his breath. In these rare occassion, appreciation of technology's breakthroughs comes easy to me. Normally, i fear these breakthroughs. Somehow, I've brought myself to believe that they will someday control us instead of us controlling them. Scary truth.
"Jenine's throwing a party.", i blurted out. I saw his eyebrows meet in a single line, his face crowding the monitor of my laptop. "Mind if I go?'
He leaned closer to the cam and stared at me, "Are you sure about this?". I saw his mouth curl into a smile and i knew he was teasing me again. He knew me too well. I never went to a party without him and now here i am asking for his permission to go to one alone.
I glared at him. He threw his head back in a hearty laugh. "You go, i won't mind.", he said, smiling.
"Ok.", i smacked my lips together and whispered, "I love you."
I moved my hand and shut my laptop. In my head, i could only imagine the incredulous look on his face as he stared at the now blank frame where my face was just a few seconds ago. He will take some moment to shake his head and smile into the nothingness. Then he'll say, "Damn, i love you too."
...
I sat by Jenine's towering window and sipped my champagne, watching the skyline. She threw the party in the 60th floor of a rich and extremely expensive building where she lived.
My mother loved champagne. She loved red wine and vodka but she loved champagne the most. She said it reminds her of an ancient poem about the "rose's blood" and a "woman's lips". I wanted to, but to my despair i never found that poem. Maybe she wrote it herself and hid it in a golden box of sinful roses or as she used to say "buried it in her heart".
"Hey stranger."Leaning against the window, i turned to meet an angelic face that smiled like the devil, "Who are you?". Trust me, i didn't mean to sound like an irritated granny, but i did.
"The name's Zephyrus", like a king he confidently carried my feet off the windowseat and sat beside me, "and you?"
"I'm somebody's baby."
"You are?", he said, not a bit disappointed. I could swear, i saw a glint of amazement in his eyes, "I bet he will mind if i do this..", he stared deeply into my eyes and i opened my mouth to ask what he meant but the cat got my tongue and i couldn't find my voice. In contempt, i rolled my eyes and shook my head. I felt my world spin so i closed my eyes, the damn champagne got me.
Zephyrus chuckled. As though he had every right to do so, he raised my face and held it with his surprisingly strong hands and attacked my lips. Ridiculous really, in my saner days i would have smacked him with my three inch stilletos but instead, i clung to him and responded, trying to equal with his passion. When he finally broke the kiss a hundred years later, he grazed butterfly kisses on my jaw as he gently put my back on the comfy foam of the windowseat.
Still trying to catch my breath, i watched how he stood up in a manner my mother would have loved. He turned his back to me, looked back like a little boy and winked at me.
As he walked away, i could hear my mother's voice chanting her beloved poetry:
"Ah, curse the kisses of the holy devil,
he smiles like fire and bites like hell..
He smears your lips with blazing thorns
Beware, beware, the handsome devil."
I only said two words: "O, mother."
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Interesting...and quite nostalgic. I'm loving this.
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