Collin called me this morning. Laura put me on the line with him, after confirming whether I would like to receive his phone call or not. I said yes to her. Saying I was afraid he would come here if I didn't answer his phone. I didn't want to ever see his face ever again. Not even in another lifetime.
He called just to check-in on me. "Hello wife, how are you today? I've got your report from Dr. Raynes in my hand. Saying that you still try to kill your self there, a couple of days ago. Answer me, wife, is that true?" He started laughing and my tears started to fall, Laura was by my side in no time. Knowing I was still on the phone with Collin. Gesturing if I want the call to be cut off or not, I shook my head no to her. I was still afraid that he would visit me. At least I didn't have to see his face when he was mocking me.
"Well? Can't you speak anymore woman?"
"Yes, I did. I still want to." My voice was just a whisper now. I was telling the truth. He was calling me and was still have a damaging effect on my mental state. He was laughing on the other side now. I could hear a woman on his line. The fuck?! She was clearly moaning his name.
I slowly slumped to the floor, Laura was trying to hold on to me but failed. Then I felt Brenton behind me, he was taking the phone and giving it to Laura. She ended his call, saying there was an emergency situation with his wife. Which made him laughed harder, I could even hear him. Laura hang up his phone and nodded to Brenton.
He took my hand and helped me stand up. "You want to go to your room or the garden?" He never asked why, it was like he already knew. He just asked, what I wanted to do next. It was like his way of saying to me, that I had to move on. He never asked the question of why and returned me to the memory of it.
"Garden, with my book." He nodded and got the book from Laura.
He let me sit on one end, while he was on the other end. He gave my book, and took a strand of my hair, and put it in behind my ear. Then he took off his jacket and put it over my shoulder.
Moments later he let me be in my own world, as I opened the pages of my book and started to read. I was feeling calm with a book in my hand, and his jacket on my shoulder as I took in his scent, and his body warmth that was left in it. I inhaled it and took it all in. Closing my eyes for a moment, then got back to my reading.
We sat there for more than an hour, I was reading my book, while he kept on sketching on his sketchbook on the other end of the bench.
I finally closed my book. "Babies, I couldn't give him babies and be a good wife to Collin." He nodded but didn't ask further. As he stood up and asked me to follow him, back to his class.
We passed by Laura, he talked to her then put his hand on my back, and directed me to his class, and told me to sit on the stool in front of the canvas.
He took my book and put it aside. He grabbed several pots of paints, opened it, and put it beside me. He slowly took my hand, entwined my fingers with his. "I want you to close your eyes, Nicolette, I want you to visualize your strokes, your colors, the depth of your paint, composition, and put it in your canvas." His deep voice pulled me in, relaxing my state of mind, as he dipped my finger in one of the pots.
"Open your eyes, Nicolette, now paint. I will be painting you from across." He leaves me be, kissed my temple, and moved across to his stool, and started to paint. We stayed quiet for another two hours as we both painted.
I was actually enjoying this, I could feel myself smiling as I stroked my fingers on the canvas. It had been a long time since I painted with my fingers. All the blues and the whites, the depth of the colors, I felt it all. It was like I was taking it all in, opening up my heart, make it beat a little faster, as I stroked it wider on the canvas.
I started getting off my stool, feeling the energy. And started to paint standing up. Using both hands now, one for mixing the colors and holding the pots. My strokes were getting bolder as the color became more vibrant, and the shades got darker on the other edge of the canvas. My arms were full of color palettes, as I mixed them with a sudden blast of vision for my canvas.
I finally sit back down on my stool, breathing heavily as my canvas was full of strokes of colors. My hands and arms are covered in paints, and I was feeling so alive.
Brenton came to my side and looked at the painting and my state of bliss. He looked pleased with me. He stroked my hair and pulled me up, standing in front of him facing the canvas.
He took a thin brush, put it on my covered paint fingers, and dipped it in black paint and he whispered. "Sign the painting Nicolette, it's yours. You made it beautifully, such as you are."
I signed my painting and put the brush back on the table. Then he turned me to face him, as he cupped my face. He was looking at me, waiting for my approval. Then he put his lips on mine, softly but firm.
"Beautiful, lovely, sweet, Nicolette." He said, in between kisses making me moaned, and he slipped his tongue kissing me deeper. Holding my head in place, until we were both breathless. He let me go, and I blushed crimson in his hands.
Fruits! Fucking fruits!It's like art class all over again. Wait...this is an art class. It was an art class with tattooed handsome goodness standing in front.Well, this I can live with. I started to paint. Sketching my outlines slow then fast, strong strokes keeping my sketch composition proportional.I could feel him behind me, saying nothing. His warmth hovers on top of me. I closed my eyes for a moment then sighed. He lowered himself, put his tattooed palm on my shoulder and his lips lingered beside my ear."Beautiful, nice strong strokes, powerful arch, keep it up, Nicolette." He left me abruptly, his deep voice made me sighed.Deep breath woman! You can do this! Just paint the fucking fruits!You can fuck the tattooed handsome goodness later on! Wait what??
Dr. Raynes called me to his office the next day. "Morning, Mrs. Buford. First of all, we would like to give you our condolences. I'm very sorry for your loss. Please have a seat." He told me, pulling a chair for me to sit. He waited until I was seated, then he continued."I'm not sure if your lawyer has been in touch with you or not. If not we will facilitate your meeting, and contact him for you. We will make sure, everything goes as smoothly as possible. In a couple of days, we will transfer you back to your home." He told me, while he was shuffling my files on his desk."But be sure that we will still available for you, for further consultation. Laura will assist you, Mrs. Buford. Again, we're sorry for your loss." He explained to me, another technicality but I was already tuned out by then.My head was already doing weird thinking, I was ready to fall back to my corner when Laura assisted me to get up, and we went back
Two days later I was back home. Ian, my lawyer was at the hospital previously to assist me with the paperwork for them. Then when we got home, Regan his daughter was there waiting for us.He asked previously, was it okay if Regan joined us. He said that she has been asking about me. We used to be really close in college, but after Collin, we just drifted apart."Nicolette, hey how are you holding up? I'm sorry I haven't visited you. I'm just not sure about where we stand, since Collin. I should've fought harder for you when he told me things about you. God, I'm so sorry, Nic." She hugged me, it felt so nice to have her back."I miss you, Regan, I miss us, I miss having friends. It's not your fault Reg, look can we just move past everything and move on?" I hugged her back and wiped my tears away. Happy tears, for having my friend back."Thank you, Ian, thank you for bringing her back into my life." I hugged
I couldn't sleep. I kept tossing and turning in my bed.Fuck! The bed! I need to change the bed.Before I knew it, all the memories came flooding, the betrayal, the hurt. I quickly got out of bed like it was on fire. Tears streaming down my face.Fuck it, woman! You're better than this. The fucker is dead!I kept on trying to hold my self up. Conversing with my self. But still couldn't do it. I needed someone. My hands were trembling. I reached for my phone, it slipped out of my grips a couple of times but I managed to call Brenton. Didn't know why I press his number. But I just wanted somebody to be here, not talking about it.He picked up, after a couple of rings."Nicolette? Are you okay?" His voice was heavy like he just woke up."Hey, Nicolette. Are you at the house?" He asked again since I hadn't answered his
I woke up, feeling the empty bed beside me. I stretched out my arms and legs, feeling the soreness between my legs.Oh my... it was definitely not a dream.Then I saw him seating on the other side of the room, with his sketchbook. Wearing nothing just his boxers. "Morning Brenton, what are you doing?" I smiled at him suddenly embarrassed, that I was still naked.I tried to find my clothes, but he threw me his shirt instead.Ok then...He came to me, giving me a cup of coffee. "Thank you." I grinned, sit myself up, and drank it."Finished your coffee. I want my breakfast after this." He said, and then threw his sketchbook, and got under the cover. His hands started to wander to my legs, slowly inching to my sex. I sipped my coffee, then set it aside to the bedside table."Need
"So, you want to check out the studio? I think you will like it. You can paint there also." He gently rubbed my arm."Why don't we start the day like normal people, and have breakfast first? Let's go, it's been a while since I prepare my own meal. You can sketch me cooking if you want?" I teased him."Anyway, I have a lunch date with Regan, we have so much to catch up. I think Collin said some hurtful things to her. About she's being gay, and he doesn't want me to stay friends with her. But I love her. She's part of my past. We used to be inseparable in college." I started to get up and wore his shirt again. He was looking amused at me now.I took my coffee and went to the kitchen, he followed behind me, after he put on his pants."Savory or sweet for the pancake?" I pulled out some flour and started mixing the batter. It had been a while, I missed doing this mundane stuff, around the house. It felt good t
I slipped off my flats, flopped my ass on the couch, and decided to text Brenton.Hey, I'm home now. Just got back. What are you doing?Hey, I'm not doing you for sure.Mmm... Yes, I miss you doing me.I'm still at a meeting with my agent, I thought you were still busy. I waited. But you didn't text.So you will come here afterward? You don't have to ask twice. Just wait for me okay.Will do. I'm gonna take a bath. Maybe I'll start doing myself without you? Damn, you shouldn't say things like that, I'm in a meeting.I know baby, that's why I'm enticing you. So you know exactly what I'm doing without you.I know, I'll regret this. But tell me, what are you doing to yourself?So you do want to know
I was reading a book, on my favorite nook in my dad's study. I used to sit hours here when I was little, waiting on him while he was working.Brenton left last night, said he was going to pick me up for breakfast this morning. Then we would go to his studio afterward. I sighed, as I had to go and get ready in a couple of minutes looking at the clock.I stepped out of my shower and decided to wear an ethnic dress, finished off with heels, and my oversized purse. He called and said that he was on the driveway already.Right on time."Morning Nicolette, beautiful as always." He got out of the car and opened the door for me. He buckled me in, teasing and touching me then gave me his kiss."Let's go Brenton, or we would end up upstairs if you don't drive." I giggled."As you wish beautiful. So, I was thinking we have breakfast first, then we go to my studio. You can lo