We looked at each other and laughed. Then, we all looked simultaneously at the bar, but there was no one there. Only that waiter was a little further at a table, and he was taking an order. He didn’t seem to know anything.
“Hmm, some extra attention for you,” Emma said, smiling at me.
“We have been coming here for so long, and they didn’t offer us a single cookie. Not even to share one. And you at once! Is your first time here in the cafeteria and you already have had your treat,” Nancy said.
Emma and Nancy haven’t said this with malice or jealousy. They were teasing me. I was able to see it in their faces. They were smiling from the heart, and their faces were crystal clear of any negative feeling.
I was fooled in the past by Portia, but back then, I was young and naive and stupid and foolish and idiot and credulous and a lot more…
I thought, wrong, unfortunately, that Portia was a real friend. But I loved her! I didn’t suspect for a minute that she wanted to harm me. Like me, I would never act in bad faith to Portia. But I was fooled by her. And now, the suffering has become a lesson. Also, as the years passed, I have grown up. I have matured. Now I can realize two things about myself. I was no longer the naive little girl who didn’t believe that there was no evil in the world. I have come out of my pink bubble now, and second, I am a strong, independent woman who isn’t scared of anything.
“Do you have a pen?” I asked the girls looking at them when the one and when the other.
“I think I have one,” Emma said, searching in her bag.
“I found it!” She said triumphantly and lifted it as a trophy. She handed it over to me.
“What will you write?” She asked me curiously.
“Don’t think anything shocking! I will say thanks. I only want to be polite.”
“Yes, tell thank you,” Emma said, “And add: I will be waiting for you, in the corner,” Emma said in a whisper and in a fake sensual way to make them understand that she was joking.
We laughed. Her style, and generally the way she said it, was very comical.
“Oh, crazy girl, shame on you,” Nancy said. She was still laughing and blushed all over her face.
“Okay, then. Don’t write it,” Emma said, pretending to be offended.
She was playing a role. Very successful indeed!
She has already known that I could ever write such a thing, especially to an unknown person.
Finally, I wrote: “Thank you very much! The coffee was lovely!” WE left the bill with the money on the table and tips also. On the way to the office, we were teasing each other and laughing.
I had the most wonderful time during the lunch break I ever had.
{•••}
I had decided it, and nothing made me change my mind. After work, I went to the supermarket for that caramel coffee.
I arrived and parked below the supermarket. My heart was pounding so hard! Millions of butterflies flew in my stomach. I felt my throat getting dry. I grabbed my bottle of water and took a sip. I noticed that my hands were shaking slightly. Also, my handfuls were sweaty, and I wiped them on my pants.
I took my bag and got out of the car. I locked it and moved on. Oh! Is the earth trembling or my feet? I could not tell!
Nevertheless, I proceeded with almost steady steps. The heels I wore did not help the situation at all.
I reached the steps, looked inside, but no one was there. I went up and took a deep breath. I entered and walked down the corridor with the coffees. At that moment, I saw the blonde woman coming out of the aisle with cereals and other similar products.
“Hello! Welcome!” the woman told me with a broad smile.
“Hello, you too. How are you today?” I said, stunned. I didn’t expect such a warm welcome and didn’t know how to react.
“I am good! Thanks for asking. And you?” the woman replied with the smile always there.
“I am fine. Thanks.” I replied.
“What would you like? Can I help you?” The woman asked me.
“Yes. Do you have caramel coffee?”
“But of course, and we have. Let me show you.” She went ahead, and I snatched the opportunity to check the place. I pricked up my ears for some noise, but nothing. No one else seemed to be there. I was disappointed.
“Here is the place we keep caramel coffees. You can choose whichever you like. Take your time.” The woman told me and left hurriedly and went to the cash desk. I heard her pressing the buttons on the cordless phone and after just a whisper. I couldn’t understand what she was saying.
I read carefully at the labels on the coffees and chose the one I liked best. “I hope I like that one. I haven’t tried such a kind of coffee before.” I thought.
I headed to the cash desk and saw the woman hang up the phone hastily.
I gave her the coffee, and the woman passed it through the machine.
“5.65,” She told me, and I took out my wallet and gave her the exact amount. It was an opportunity to get rid of my coins.
“Would you like to make a bonus card? We have wonderful gifts,” The woman told me and began to explain to me what kind of gifts were. “Or else when you collect some points you will be able to buy products for 10 pounds or even 20 pounds. It depends on the number of points you will collect. Every pound is a point. And after all, you live somewhere around here, and you will come here often. Why don’t you take advantage? And it’s a good time now. There are no other customers to interrupt us. What do you think?”
I thought about it. Why not? “Okay. Let’s do it.”
“Very nice. You have to give me some of your personal information.”
“Yes, of course.”
“Let’s get started then. What is your full name?”
“Marianne Williams.”
The woman was listening to me and filling in the information on the computer.
“Can you tell me your phone number too? With the phone number, the computer system will find you every time you shop from here.”
“Okay. My number is 07581…”
The woman’s hands were running on the computer keyboard.
“Address?”
“Oh! I don’t know my address. Is it the address that important for the process?”
“No. We can continue without it. Don’t worry.”
Marianne was looking at the woman’s fingers moving through the computer keyboard’s buttons so fast. It was impressive!
“That it! I finished. Your card will be ready in three to four days.”
“Thank you so much. I will wait. It is time to go now. Goodbye.”
“Goodbye.”
I took the bag with the coffee and left.
{•••}
Eric was driving and thinking about her. Since last night, he was unable to get her out of his mind. At work, he made mistakes which had never made them before. Of course, his boss wasn’t happy with him.
The traffic light turned red and stopped at the line of cars.
Suddenly, he felt some eyes nailed at him and turned his head to look. He saw her behind the window, sitting over there. It was a pleasant surprise that upset him sweetly. She had stacked in his head, and now there she was, only a few steps away. So beautiful! He felt an invincible desire to go near her, but two things stopped him. Firstly, she was with her friends, and secondly, he had to catch up with the bank before it closed. His boss would not forgive him that mistake either.
At the bank, he stood in the queue and took the opportunity to call his mother.
“Yes, my boy.” He heard her talking to him in sweetness.
“Mrs. Sophie, I have a mission for you,” he said and heard her exhale nervously.
“I have told you a million times not to call me that. I AM YOUR MOTHER!”
“All right. Mother!”
“Now is better. Do you see it? It is not that difficult. What did you say you had for me?”
“A mission.”
“Oh, my Lord! Here we go again. I’m your mother and no James Bond.” She answered him, and Eric laughed.
“Calm down, mother. It is not skydiving.”
“Thank God. Tell me. What do you want me to do?”
“Okay, listen. Do you remember that red-haired girl who crashed on me yesterday afternoon? Who had carried all those bags and… »
“Yes! I remember now. That beautiful girl!? With a haircut up to the shoulder. Red-haired.”
“Yes. Her.”
“What should I do?”
“When she comes again to the supermarket, tell her about the bonus card we have. In that way, she will need to give you her personal information. I definitely want her name and phone number.”
“Okay, my boy. As you wish, goodbye now, customers have come in.”
“Goodbye, mother, and good luck.”
He hung up the phone and smiled.
In the afternoon, his mother was calling him. He answered immediately.
“Yes, mother. Anything happened?”
“My boy?” She was whispering. “Just to know, she is here now.”
His mother’s words took his breath away. “The girl;”
“Yes”
“Fine. Do as we said, okay?”
“Okay, my boy. I will do my best.”
Only when he hung up, he realized that his heart was pounding in his chest.
I entered the house, and my first move was to take off my heels and put on my comfortable slippers. I was tempted to try the brown candy I had just bought but then thought I would not sleep at night because of the caffeine.I took off my clothes and put on my tracksuit for more comfort. I cleaned the living room with the vacuum cleaner, emptied the ashtray, and wiped the table with a wet cloth. I poured some juice into a large glass and sat on the couch when I finished.I remembered how nice a time I had at lunch break Today
My hands were shaking, but I managed to answer, ‘I’m coming.’She left her cell phone and hurried to change her clothes and wear shoes. She heard her cell phone receiving a message. It was from him. I read it: ‘I’m waiting for you.’When I got ready, I took my cell phone, the keys, and left. I got in the car and made my road to the supermarket.
I opened the door and entered my house, feeling my heart fluttering like crazy and with a sticking smile on my lips. I lay down on my bed, but I didn’t have a wink of sleep. I was thinking about Eric and all that had happened. I sighed, filled with euphoria, and checked the time, 3:00. Oh my god, how am I going to wake up tomorrow for work? Fortunately, at some point, I finally felt my eyes closing.
“I’m sorry, I was absent of mind. What did you tell me?” He looked annoyed. “I said I would like to know some things about you about your life.” “Okay, what would you like to know?” “Everything. For example, do you come from Norwich?”
I was standing in the middle of the parking lot, looking around thunderstruck. I couldn’t believe that had happened to me. Is it possible that he left me here? On my own?“Eric?” I shouted again and again but with no response. My eyes filled with tears, and I felt them hot rolling down my cheeks.I took my cell phone out of my bag and found his number. My finger stayed for a while over the dial. Eventually, I regretted it and didn’t call him. If he had really left and had abandoned me here, my pride didn’t allow me to call hi
Nancy and I were sitting at Nancy's kitchen table with empty mugs in front of us. An hour ago, it was full of coffee.The ashtray in front of me was almost full of cigarette butts.I had my head bowed, looking at the bottom of the empty mug."And you are saying that he's right?" I asked Nancy without looking at her. We have been talking for hours. I told her everything
I pushed rejection so hard that my teeth chattered. I threw my cell phone in my bag and went to the living room to put on my shoes. Meanwhile, Nancy had come out of the bathroom and went to get ready too. Until Nancy got ready, I dried my hair. “Oh! The clothes you chose are very nice. They suited you perfectly.” Nancy told me when she came to the living room. “Thank you. I like them too.” I replied to her and smiled.
I saw him and felt my heart skipping a beat. Eric was standing a little further away with a bouquet of red roses. His gaze nailed me. “That’s Eric?” the girls whispered to me. “Yes, it is Eric.”
Two years later The door of my parent's home was waiting for us, wide open. They stood there with a smile up to their ears and their hugs genuine for us. Those hugs were full of infinite love and affection for us. I got lost in their open arms, and the love I felt overwhelmed me for those two beautiful people. "Come on, son, come inside. Why did you stay on the doorstep?" I heard what my mother said to Eric, and I smiled. "Hello, Mrs. Joanne, Mr. James," Eric said, entering the house. My mother reached out and pulled him closer to us. "How many times do I have to tell you to call me mother? You will become our son in a few months. Oh! My children, you made us so happy!" Those two years that passed were the most beautiful of my life. The months passed beautifully and calmly without anyone threatening us with his presence. Our love remained just as strong and steady. So, a few days ago, he proposed to me, and I c
Portia accepted his request and explained to him, telling him the whole truth. She also asked him for the help she wanted from him. "And what are you going to do with it?" he asked her suspiciously. "This is not of your job," she told him, somewhat hesitantly, fearing that he would not help her in the end. But that did not happen. "Very well. I will bring it to you". "And about the money, don't worry, I will have it." "Okay, but the money is not the only thing I want." "What else?" she asked him in wonder. "I want to spend a few hours together in a bed this time," he told her meaningfully. Portia thought about it for a moment, and she said okay for that. She would do anything to get what she needed to continue with her plan. "Very well then, meet me in an hour at the hotel." And he told her which hotel it was. "Okay. I'll be there but not in one hour. I need more hours. I am not in London." "Wher
Marianne found free parking and left the car. The supermarket was right across the street, and had to cross the road to get there. Paul found this to be a fantastic coincidence because Marianne was in the right place for them to proceed with his plan and be visible to anyone in the supermarket. After all, that is what he sought. Let Eric see them. He accelerated his pace to catch her as he was ready to cross the road. Paul had approached her enough to hold her lightly by the arm. "Marianne, wait." Marianne, surprised, turned to see who it was. "Paul?" she said, not believing her eyes. "Yes me. I want to talk to you for a minute." "There is no way I can hear you and let me go" she shook her arm with force to release it, but Paul tightened his grip. "You have to listen to me. It won't take you more than a minute." "I don't want to listen to you. Don't you get it?" she countered. His hopes began to fade. If
Portia and Paul were sitting facing each other with a cup of hot coffee in front of them. They had approached their heads and were talking almost in whispers because, of course, they did not want anyone to hear them make plans to hurt other people. Portia explained what he needed to do, ensuring that everything will go well and that the plan will work correctly. All this had become her obsession. "And it should be done in that way so Eric – I think that his name- sees you okay. Besides, that is the whole point." Portia pointed out to him, "to make him believe that is a big slut, so he will hate her and never want to see her again. He will break with her once and for all. And that will allow you to make her yours again. Isn't that what you want? To marry her so that you can have the inheritance that her aunt will give her? And as far as I can remember, it's big money." "Yes, I want that. That's what I always wanted. And after I got her inheritance in m
Eric tried to go after Marianne, but a hand clutched his arm. He had forgotten that Portia was still there. "Let her go. Now I'm here for you. Now and forever. I'm crazy about you." Portia said to him with an alluring voice. He had made sure that she was the same Portia that Marianne had talked to him. He heard her disgusting voice full of fake passion, and that made him sick. He couldn't even see her in front of him, and he hated even her touch. Knowing Portia's aggravated past, Eric was easy for him to realize that it was another plan of hers to grab him from Marianne's arms as she did with Marianne's fiancé. How on earth did she find out where she set up her new life? He had to run to catch her. He shook her hand over him with force. "Don't you dare to touch me again," he said in disgust and ran to the exit. He hurried down the stairs and ran after Marianne. "Wait, Marianne," he shouted at her, but she did not turn to look at him; instead, sh
Portia greeted the detective's assistant with a cheerful "Chao" and left the office. She got in the elevator that would take her to the ground floor. By the time she found and took her cell phone out of her vast, messy bag, she had already left the apartment building. He stood there in a corner and made the phone call he wanted. "Paul? I have amazing news. I found where our little runaway has been hiding for so long. To be honest, I'm not entirely sure that it's her house or her new boyfriend, and that's something we need to find out." At the other end of the call, Paul remained speechless. "Wait a minute! What did you say? Did Marianne find a boyfriend? " "Pff, what did you think? That she would mourn the deceased for a long time? " Paul got angry. "Come on, close your mouth, little snake." "Yeah, right. When you were fucking this snake, was it okay?" "Anyway, Portia, let's not start this discussion now. You know very well tha
Our bodies started to sweat. We tangled the fingers of our hands together. We were kissing non-stop. My body was flooded with waves of pleasure as I felt him coming in and out in me. "I missed you so much," he told me at one point out of breath. "I missed you too. My body was constantly asking for you." I answered him, and in my words, I felt him go even deeper inside me. After all that he had told me in the cafeteria and especially about his feelings, I felt that we are now inextricably linked, one body, one heart, one soul. I want this man to stay in my life forever. The days we were apart were the worst of my life, of all my existence. Now I can see it clearly. I was born to mingle with him. Paul was just the side road I had mistakenly followed, and finally, fate led me so that I could finally meet Eric and be with him. I want him to be the only one—the man who will be my partner in life, my husband, and the father of my children. I love him so much that i
Our kiss continued without either of us being able to stop it. The longing for each other seemed endless. I felt so beautiful in his arms. His lips on mine and his velvety tongue caressing mine so greedily. I never wanted it to end. I wanted him so much. My whole being was so thirsty for him. None of us took the first step to stop our kiss. And he continued…, and he continued. At some point, we heard whistles, teasing, and applause around us. "Good enough" was heard from someone. I understood that he would be a teenager. "Please, continue." someone else said, and I hear laughter. Oh my god, what a shame. I hid my face in the curve of his neck. "Please, make them go," I whispered to Eric. "Don't worry," he replied, and immediately afterward, I heard him try to disperse the crowd. I do not know how many there were. I did not dare to raise my head and see. The shame I felt was riveting me, and I did not want them to see my face. I
I had not slept very well at night. The calls from Eric had upset me a lot. I was sure he called me to shower abuse on me one more time. I still remember the words he said to me when I went to see him at the supermarket. So humiliating! So unfair! A knife in my heart. I also had my mother asking me all the time why I do not answer the phone. I finally considered it that it was a good time to talk to her about Eric and everything that happened, and I did. She listened to me carefully and at the end said to me: