“How would you care for a walk here later?” Dmitri said in my memories of him. He suddenly invaded my mind reminding me of the promise we made a few years back. I erase that memory and continue walking outside the hotel.When I first came to Germany, I fell in love with Ludwigstrasse street in Garmisch-Partenkirchen. It is a busy street, especially during the night time displaying lots of city night lights in a pedestrian street packed with tourists. I came to know the place when Dmitri brought me to Manor Sullivan, we passed by that street and we actually made a promise to each other that we would go back that night. But since his presence was needed in New York at that time, we didn’t get a chance to come back. I sigh, standing here, fulfilling the promise we made, only not together, but alone, on my own. My eyes are still mesmerized by the blissful and vibrant mood this street is emitting. Stores left and right offer different kinds of things. The restaurants all have their al f
I get a hangover after drinking so much from my free night. I don’t even know how I get to my hotel room. I just know someone accompanied me to my room. My head is spinning. Peach hands me over a hangover medicine, “Here, take this. You gotta move fast, we’ll leave in an hour,” she reminds me. I get up and sit on the bed for a while, massaging my temples after taking the medicine, “Oh god, I don’t know why I drank so hard, I feel my head is about to crack any moment.”“Well, welcome to Germany, one that holds the strongest beer,” then she laughs while fixing herself.“By the way, Peach, how did I get here? I mean I remember I couldn’t even walk or even stand, I must have crawled or something,” I ask curiously. “Oh, that… A super gorgeous American guy brought you here,” she says while her eyes are shimmering.“A what?” I ask surprisingly.“You heard me right, dear. Well, he looks like a rich man, but a gentleman, since he brought you here in one piece. And it seems that he knows you
(Avery’s Thoughts) (Street Night)After Audrey left with her boyfriend, I am now, all alone in this street. I suddenly feel the melancholic vibes of it, and eventually, everything feels and seems big. The smallness of my sole existence is intensified when I look around, the alcohol got the best of me. I try standing up, despite my wobbling knees, and I manage to retain my balance, or so I thought.I look like more of a hunchback cause I get my balance from leaning forward and stepping my foot one at a time. I build a rhythm of “1, 2, Left…”“1, 2, Right…”“Come one, Avery, you have to get to the hotel fast, go girl,” I cheer myself up aloud. Audrey’s right, they won’t care about you, cause they don’t know how to speak English, so far I am doing fine. Maybe, by sunrise, I can reach the hotel. I scoff, “So much for my first free night here, huh?”I continue to walk, well almost crawling until I bump into something solid but bouncy. It isn’t hard but comforting. So I try it once aga
(Dmitri's Thoughts)"Dee?" she sweetly calls to me when she realizes it was she's meeting tonight.But unexpectedly, she doesn't walk away from me, nor scream at me, instead, she just stands across from me, waiting for my response patiently. Her eyes are locked on me, her damn beautiful expressive eyes: the ones that I yearned for to look at me again. I gulp at the sight of her and couldn't answer immediately. She looks elegant in her old rose dress. My body automatically reacts, though, like a gentleman in front of her. I stand up and leave my position, I walk over to her and kiss her on her cheeks. Then I guide her to sit and even pull the chair for her, one thing that I've been dreaming to do again for her. She still seems surprised but she remains calm during the start of the night. And the best part of the beginning of this dinner is the way he called me. I haven't heard her call me 'Dee' since the day she left. And I must admit, it makes me extremely happy. Everything seems
(Dmitri’s Thoughts) The words that I’ve been holding off since two years ago suddenly explode in front of her. The cool Dmitri could no longer take it, and just like that, I blurt out something I would never think of even uttering.“How cruel of you! You were the one who left when I was ready to fight for you. I searched the world for you, and now that I found you, you were betrothed to another man. Tell me how! How do I unlove you?”Tears fall from both our eyes and the next thing we know, we are kissing each other, deeply and passionately, as if the two years of longingness for each other has finally been released. Avery kisses me. She walks towards me, she holds my face and she claims my lips as if there’s no tomorrow. I feel like a surging fire of anger subsides every time her lips move with mine. Her kiss is like a ton of water that submerges my heated argument a while ago. I feel like drowning, drowning in her love, in her pain, in her lust, and in her desire. This warmth on
(Avery’s Thoughts) My mind couldn’t fathom the last words I hear from Dmitri at the elevator. I had sex with him, yes. I cheated. I am a cheater and I am the worse. I liked everything he did to me. How can I do this to poor Jeff? My body still feels every stroke of his slender fingers and warm hands to me. And even now, just this scent coming from his shirt is so captivating, I feel like having arousal early in the morning. My body just can’t get enough of him.I shake my head and go towards my room. Peach is already gone when I come, “Thank goodness she didn’t see me coming in with this shirt on. How could I even explain what happened, right?”I quickly change into something decent and comfortable. I slap both my cheeks, “Wake up, Avery! You must stick with Jeff! Jeff is the one for you! Jeff is the one who truly loves you! Jeff has been with you for a long time.” I try to convince myself, even though deep in my heart, that isn’t the case. I know, Dmitri still takes the biggest pa
Peach and I enjoy the scenery of this Huwaidensberg Street while waiting for the other group to finish their observation. One group finally arrives, followed by the last group. Now, all that’s left is the professor. It’s been over thirty minutes and the professor seems taking a bit longer. Finally, his figure is seen in a far distance running towards us, like a happy grasshopper leaping off the leaves. “Guys, great news, great news. Later tonight, we are going to experience the first-rated massage package and expensive dinner at the hotel courtesy of Mister Sullivan,” he excitingly says. The others are thrilled, too. While I just massage my nose bridge from the bad news I gather, “Looks like that billionaire is buying us off, huh?” Peach says. I laugh at her remark, “Looks like it!”She clicks her tongue, “I don’t like him! I still like Jeff more,” then she pats me on my shoulder. “Good luck getting away from that son of a wealthy man,” I laugh aloud. Peach’s side comments are
“Why didn’t you say he’s here? You didn’t even tell me? Why, babe?”Jeff’s voice resounds inside the hotel room. It’s not that I didn’t want to tell him, I just don’t want his precious trip to go to waste. “Babe, I, it’s because he’s nothing. I don’t want you to be so much affected. And I don’t want you to act like that, babe,” I try to calm him down. “Then when did he arrive, huh? When did you meet him? Yesterday? Last week? When are you planning to tell me, or do you even have plans to tell me? Answer me, babe,” he’s been walking back and forth just in front of our hotel bed.Thanks to the loudmouth and somebody’s slip of the tongue, our moments together are now ruined. “I am going to kill you, Geneva, just you wait!” I told myself. He snaps at my face, “Hey! Are you listening babe? You haven’t answered any of my questions. Would you like me to guess, instead? Fine! Let’s play your game!” he angrily says. “Babe, please. Let’s not ruin this moment, please? You flew all the way he