I got home tonight. “I’m sorry, what does? what mean?” I say as I shake my head trying to bring myself back down from my imaginary orgasm. He smirks at me slightly as he focuses his eyes on me and says questioningly. “A bad trip? What exactly does it mean to go on a bad trip?” he asks slightly amused. Immediately horrified by the fact that I was talking out loud and the dread crept through as I realized I had no idea as to how much of my little private conversation did, he hears out loud. I could kick myself right now the first extremely hot guy I meet in real life and I fucking catch verbal diarrhea how much worse could this fucking night get. “I’m so sorry tonight has been stressful for me and when I get stressed, I tend to talk to myself out loud. I didn’t mean to offend you it’s just that your reaction caught me a little off guard. I didn’t mean to be so insensitive. Is there something wrong with your lights from your costume?”
“My costume?” he says in that same confused tone of voice.
“Yeah, the glowing tattoo on your neck? You looked a little freaked out when I told you it was glowing. Which I’m assuming you weren’t expecting it to do?” He looks at me as if he’s trying to recall the reaction. Then simply responds with a nonchalant nod of his head.
Realizing the conversation has taken a turn for absolute gracelessness I look at my dream guy then glance behind me to see my pitiful current nightmare and decide to say goodbye before I further disgrace myself. “So, yeah thanks again, I’m sorry about your costume. If you get it dry cleaned, I can give you my number, you can just send me the cleaning bill and I’ll send you back the money for the cleaning cost.”
“So, you’ll be compensating me for what by the smell and look of things is the evidence of that man in the ironic feces costume voided bowels. Is this man your husband?” He asked me in what I assume to be his frustrated tone of voice.
“Oh no, he’s my boyfriend and seems to have had a little too much to drink tonight,” I say desperately trying to downplay the situation in case he was well off. Which judging by the details of his costume he didn’t buy cheap material and props and put it together with himself as I did. So, I didn’t want to piss him off.
“A boyfriend… hmm, seems fitting to call him a boy if he needs to burden a woman due to his lack of self-control.” He says glaring at my boyfriend disapprovingly. Now I’d be the first to admit that Captain crappy isn’t exactly my favorite person tonight, hell he’s barely even my favorite any other giving night. With his drinking problems, selfishness and let’s not even get started on his whole victim playing a role. But how dare this guy judge him off a passing. He doesn’t even know him well enough to hold so much disdain. For all, he knew we could have been attacked or who knows what else.
“What the hell does that mean?” I exclaim extremely annoyed by the day's current events and being shamed by a stranger, no matter how sexy he may be; this little self-entitled rant is most definitely not what I need right now. He looks at me suspiciously then shakes his head and looks to the sky as if he’s searching it for the proper response to his misstep. He sighed deeply and looked at me with an equal amount of frustration that I no doubt reflected.
“A man shouldn’t dare to call himself as such if he is so selfish and inconsiderate to burden his woman with the task of carrying him home, alone, late at night, while he has defecated his himself as well passing out. I was merely speaking on the accuracy of his title as your boyfriend. Due to his selfish actions being like a small boy which have led up to this point of inconvenience for yourself.” He looked at me pointedly no doubt referring to my disturbing appearance. I scowled at him defensively. Even if he was right, he still didn’t have the right to pass judgment on a person on hard times especially someone he didn’t even know personally.
“Okay… I have to go thanks again.” I say turning my back on him frustratedly trying to salvage what little dignity I had left. all I could think about was how the hell I was going to pick up turd's face and break up with him tonight that wouldn’t result in a thousand drunken text messages or slurred voicemails full of threats, desperate pleas to take him back, or some fucked up combination of both. I just wanted to get home climb into a hot shower and an even hotter bath. Thank god I stuck to my guns about staying in my place I could only imagine the horror of being trapped in a relationship with no way out again. At the very least that was the best part of tonight, knowing that not only would I wake up in my bed alone but starting a new chapter free from drama.
Just as I crouch down to pick up my burden for the last time a massive shadow slowly eclipses me. Before I could argue he was jerked up into the air and slung over the massive man's shoulders. Talk about shit slinging, it was slightly hilarious watching him toss the poor man over his massive shoulders like a giant sack of potatoes and walking off with him in the direction I intended to take back to my car. I only hoped the living porter potty wouldn’t wake up at that moment because I’m positive he would feel completely emasculated.
“Um…you don’t have to do that. I can carry him myself my car is only another block from here.” I pleaded in his defense.
“It is fine Queen; I will not watch you further torcher yourself to tend to this sad excuse for male kind.” He responds looking at the sad sack of shit on his shoulders with extreme discussion.
“Look, I know how things look but honestly, he did just have too much to drink that’s all “
I exclaim.
“I understand that he is someone you feel the need to protect, but I ask that you don’t continue to lie to me about his current condition as if it isn’t a regular occurrence. I can recognize a man with a bottle addiction at any stage. I’m only here at this exact moment because I could hear you two arguing two blocks away. The little I did hear made it clear that this is not the first time, nor will it be the last time he will end up like this.”
His voice was so stern that I knew the next words if not chosen wisely could cause a huge fall out between us. And seeing as he was eliminating the literal and metaphorical load on my shoulders, covered in shit nonetheless I didn’t want to start that fire.
We walked in silence for a little while. “Hey, thanks again for all of this, I’m Selena everybody calls me Lena for short. What’s yours?”
“Radames, Ra, for short.”
“You mean like the prince from Puccini’s opera I mean not exactly like that but. Ok taking the foot out of my mouth let me start over. Radames huh? That’s a unique name doesn’t it mean Prince in Egyptian translation?”
He stopped and turned to look at me questioningly. Good lord, I haven’t seen a man fine enough that could raise one eyebrow and make it look good with that dominant muscular form since Rock in the ’90s. If he kept looking at me like that, I was bound to make an even bigger fool of myself.
“Yes, it does you Speak the language?”
“Oh...No I saw your tattoos and I figured you were familiar with Egyptian culture. I was a bit obsessed with Egyptian Mythology when I was a kid. But Prince huh, that’s one convenient name since you're practically saving me-.”
“Is this man not your mate?” he asked abruptly letting me know that he was not entertained by my questions.
Welp this just got an awkward way to make the hot guy helping you out uncomfortable Lena.
“Wow, I wasn’t hitting on you I was just trying to make small talk since you were helping me. I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong impression.” I stutter both embarrassed and slightly hurt by his comment.
He looked at me observantly once more before turning around and continuing to walk off. Okay, not asking any more questions about the I*******m Hottie. I had just made up my mind to just shut up and keep my eyes forward when he stopped short and I bumped into him. I immediately jumped back and apologized. But before I could get it out, I saw his neck tattoo glow again.
“I know you don’t want to talk to me but is that normal?” I say pointing at the luminous tatt
Seeming just as shocked as the first time it glowed. He reaches for it again and once more the light seems to mirror the glowing tattoo in the palm of his hand. He turns abruptly and looks at me intensely as if asking my help. Terrified by his reaction I immediately reach for the tattoo without considering the potential danger of doing so. The light seemed to grow brighter when I reached for it. He grasped my hand stopping me just short of touching it. Then looked at me with such a penetrating glare it was as if he were looking right through me this time to the pit of my soul. I attempted to pull my hand away, but he held my hand securely within his own not forceful enough to hurt me but strong enough to keep me stuck in place. It wasn’t until I looked down at my hand that I saw the glow from his tattoo on my fingertips.
The light was far brighter than the tattoo on his neck and it began to grow warm on my hand glowing brighter as the heat grew stronger. It looked like a small heated star, but it wasn’t painful. I watched the golden amber of light grow and begin to grow and trace our hands and travel up the cups of our combined hands then trail outward traveling back down my wrist like liquid fire as the light continued traveling down toward my elbow I began to panic and yanked my hand away with all my force. Stumbling backward I land forcefully on my ass.
“Ok, what the fuck was that? look if this is some fucked up prank for Halloween. This shits not funny.”
He just stood there staring blankly at his hand shocked and confused. As if suddenly realizing I was still there he immediately dropped to his knees in front of me also dropping my worthless definite ex to the ground. He began looking me over as if I was this priceless delicate vase that fell yet miraculously survived.
“Are you alright?” he asked in a feverish tone.
“You mean besides your little light show scaring my ass off no not at all,” I respond sarcastically
“Your ass?” he says looking a little too panicked at me sitting on the ground as he cocks his head to the side to look at my butt planted on the ground.
“You did not just look at my ass!?”
“Nothing else? you’re sure?” he asked ignoring my statement as he redirected his attention to my face.
“Yeah, I guess why are you being all nice to me? When you were just all, is he, not your mate? Just for asking you about your name.”
“It looks like you're, doing just fine. Is your hand okay?” he asks seeming concerned.
I glance down at my hand and to my surprise, there’s no more glowing light but on my wrist, there’s a duplicate of the tattoo on his neck there. It even had the same golden ink it was as if it glimmered from the reflection of the street lights across the ink. Although it was very beautiful, I was more concerned with how it got here. I licked the thumb of my left hand and tried feverishly to rub the ink off. I hadn’t seen him place a water tattoo on me. Plus, I hadn’t known any henna ink that could be transferred and dry seamlessly within seconds without leaving a trace. I was just about to level up my freak out when he grabbed my hand and pulled it towards himself in a desperate attempt to see what I was trying and failing miserably at removing. He took one look at the mirrored tattooed image, and his gaze immediately shot back up to my face. It was as if he finally saw me for the first time, and not just tolerating me as he had up until this point.
“What is this some kind of light trick to go with the alien warrior-themed costume?”
“Shit! No! no! no! no! This can’t be possible. Not now.” he said as if he was speaking to himself.
“Ok, so I’m going to assume this isn’t exactly something you intended.”
“No… not exactly.” He searched my eyes as if inspecting me to break out in tears.
Thank god he at least admitted to the trick thankfully it wasn’t something that could have blown my arm off with his little light show. If nothing else this was a certain sign it was time for me to get my ass home as soon as possible.“You know I’m sorry your trick didn’t work out the way you wanted and its awesome that you included me but it’s getting late, and time for me to go home. I really appreciated your help but my cars right over there and I’m sure I can make It by myself so thanks.”I stood up quickly and he rose beside me and picked up the cause of tonight’s drama and made a fewquick strides suddenly he was standing beside my car. I opened my passenger side door to allow him access to place the man in the seat after placing an old pair of gym clothes across the seat. I closed the door once he was seated and buckled in. I turned to thank him and walk around to the driver seat but was stopped short by how
Chapter ThreeThe steam from the scalding bath water fogs up the mirror. Thankfully, it was still hot after the thirty-minute pre shower I took to get rid of all the shit and possibly the top two layers of my skin. The hypnotic sultry melody of Alina Baraz and Galimatias’s ‘Make You Feel’ plays on my stereo. The music caresses my soul soothing me, helping to make the transgressions of the night nothing more than a blur. The warm amber glow radiating from my favorite Lavender Vanilla scented candles’ light flickers casting a series of dancing shadows across the walls of the bathroom. The light flowery and sweet fragrance leaving a gentle kiss to my senses. I am surrounded by the comforting scent, thanks to the bath bomb, oils, bodywash, shampoo and even two small Lavender plants dangling from the ceiling in their hanging pots placed precariously on either side of the mirror It made for the perfect pop of color against my dreary gray decorated bath
Chapter FourI drift comfortably into the farthest recesses of my mind, R.E.M. sleep over taking me completely. My mind is clear as if I am floating within my subconscious weightless and free. Suddenly I feel engulfed in warmth, my every nerve ending tingling with the unexpected comforting yet strange sensation. Feeling so exposed to rising heat crawling up the back of my legs to my thighs and butt as it continues creeping up my spine until it is slowly overcoming my body. I instinctively pull back my quilt only to be met with a large arm falling over my torso. For some reason I am not surprised by the heavy limb as it drapes across me it feels familiar as if it had been here all along. Stuck in my dreamy haze like state I do not feel the need to question it any further. Instantly I recognize the golden tattoos they seem to give me comfort and draw me to a further relaxed state. The feel of this mysterious strong arm pulling me closer to the massive wall of muscle press
Before I could have a chance to come back down, I felt his hands back on my body. Rubbing my inner and outer thighs, butt, sides and breast. Instantly my body responded to his touch drawn to the feel of his glorious massive hands fondling me so attentively. It was as if my body called out to him it felt almost excruciating not to feel his skin pressed against my own. I cannot understand what is happening to me nor do I care. All I know is I can’t take another minute without feeling him inside of me. I need him more than I have ever needed anything in my life.Before I realized what, I was doing I sat straight up and grabbed his hand pulling him on top of me. He must have been caught off guard because he tumbled down on top of me and we fell backward on to the bed. Him on top of me, I was splayed gratefully underneath his solid form. Nothing in my entire life ever felt so right before. He lifted his self-up just enough to hover over me and look into my eyes. His wonderfu
Chapter FiveEhh...Ehh...Ehh. The loud buzzing of my alarm clock screeching loudly forcing me out of the most amazing sleep I’ve had in years. I reach over without even looking and pick up my phone shaking it until it goes into automatic snooze mode. I lay there exhausted and weary of starting the day with my face buried in my pillow as last night’s dream comes rushing back to me. Every touch, taste, smell, and sound making my head spin out of control filled with intense pleasure. “Ugh…Why did that dream have to be so damn good! Now I’m never going to get him out of my head.” Ehh…Ehh…Ehh… my alarm starts again refusing to give me a few more moments of peace. I grow frustratedly closing my eyes and holding my breath as a sharp pain stabs at my groin, I hiss uncomfortably feeling my insides cramp and throb as if they had taken a thrashing. Something about the sudden pain gives me a sense of intense excitement and I start
We take off for her gate which thankfully isn’t too far I wait patiently as I watch her board the plane with her boyfriend Jeff. I was emotional as I waved good bye to my best friend, but I was so excited for her and the amazing journey she was about to go on. She was finally living her dream and I couldn’t feel prouder. But I had this sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach sure I had a career of my own, but I wasn’t living my dream at all I wondered what I would do now that she was gone. Nikki had always rooted me on and made me feel like I could take on the world, even when I wasn’t sure I could. It made me feel so empty knowing that things would never be the same. No more un planned girls’ nights or chill fest where we order every kind of fast food we could think of and random alcohol we could find and just get wasted while we watch movies and listen to music. Watching her get on that plane was like watching some of the best parts of me leave. Even
“What a coincidence that you would say I’m mad over dumb shit. Because of you getting, so fucking dumb drunk that you shitted yourself. Is exactly why I am mad at you, not to mention I had to carry your grown ass out of the party getting covered in your, grown man SHIT! While you passed out after having the audacity to be mad that, I made you leave early so You wouldn’t embarrass your damn self. Yeah, I guess that is some dumb SHIT! To be mad over. Or the fact that I am paying bills for two separate households and you who has to pay the bills in your own house by yourself once in a blue moon, unlike most adults do, have the audacity to say that I do nothing for you. When the truth is without me your apartment wouldn’t even be possible. Because my credit is how it got approved, along with the Fifty-four-inch T.V. I’m renting for your dumb ass, the heat, the electric, cable and furniture including the bed you sleep in all came from me. Not to mention this
Chapter Six Feeling amazing high off the endorphins of my newly founded freedom as I searched for my meal, I spotted the ultimate crab company and decided to splurge on myself with my newly acquired riches. I order myself a deep-fried crab, a giant Alaskan king snow crab with corn and potatoes in butter sauce for the side, a lobster tail, with a small lobster bisque. I was told It was an hour wait for my order. So, I headed across the street to the wine lounge and strolled through the aisles wondering what would be best for drinking with my seafood dinner and after a long discussion with the clerk finally decided to get two bottles of Oyster Bay Sauvignon Blanc to couple with my hundred meal. I thank the cashier and turn to walk out the door and bump directly into the person walking almost dropping my bottles. “Shit!” I shout reaching for the bottles only to have them rescued by the stranger. “Thank you so much, seriously you just saved my dinner.” I ramble on grabbing the b