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
“I do, but not every fucking day or night until I can’t stand straight.” She shouts back seeming fed up with his attempt to reverse the blame to her. I can sense her own anger creeping into my thoughts as wave after wave of every fight argument or negative experience she had with the man rushed through my mind before cutting short as the rage forced its way back into my mind. It is the most intense wave of emotions I ever sensed from her increasing my own furry at the thought of her being upset.“Whatever man, you just be trying to play the fuck out of me you want to leave good get your shit and leave. Oh, and don’t fucking come back either, your ass bet not try to come back to my fucking house for shit I’m throwing all your shit in the garbage today.” He threatens. I was seeing red how dare he threaten her after everything he’s done to her.“Fine, there is nothing important in your house anyway, all you have is my old furniture and clothes I don’t even wear anymore. And Your stuff wi
Two hours later and I was back in Columbus one mile closer to my Selena, Mecca’s voice continues reading off instructions in my ear while I imagine the next encounter with her.“Your target is up ahead on your righthand side.”Making the right I turn just in time to see her enter the large store quickly parking my bike I rush to follow her inside. She grabs a cart and slowly walks through the store scanning each aisle as she pushes her cart forward. I trail behind her watching with curiosity as she picks up a beauty supplies reading the labels before comparing it to another and placing both in her cart. She continues that pattern for almost half an hour searching comparing and then continuing. She was so adorable pacing and swaying even humming and talking to herself as she debated her purchases. The whole process felt intimate observing her like this from a distance I wished for nothing more than to beside her as I slipped behind another aisle avoiding her spotting me as she looks a
Chapter Twelve (Asin)My heartbeat pounds in my ears as fear and excitement rush over me it was her, she was here, and she was alive. My mate was not one of the lost souls who were massacred by the Jahova she was actually alive. I had to find her I had to tell my brother we had a mate, and she was so beautiful. How could we be so favored better yet how could I be so stupid as to lose her. I was ok I had her license plate number that was all I needed to find her. I take out my phone searching for the photo then use my hidden app I installed to link into the ships main computer enter the license plate number. Sounds sirens echo in the distance was that the police. Why were they here? Could my little mad dash have scared my mate so badly she called them? Never mind that I needed to get out of here, I couldn’t be seen by the authorities. They woul
“Yeah, I bet there certainly hasn’t been any shortage of surprises so far.” I shake my headShe laughs at my response. “Trust me I get it I was raised with them they definitely aren’t too great at the whole communication thing but trust me for what the lack in communication skills they make up for it in compassion, kindness and sincerity. I am not just saying that because I’m their baby sister either.”“That’s some what of a relief especially after what happened recently. Asin was definitely a major concern after the way he broke into my apartment while Ra and I were in bed. Then I thought he killed Ra until he told me they were brothers before jedi mind grouping me and telling me he was my mate as well.”“Wait he did what? You mean Asin the one who brought you here right? Are you sure?”“Yeah, tall handsome gold eyes and glowing tattoo on his neck short dreads looks like a Michael B Jordan doppelganger from Black panther.”“Wow that’s Asin alright but he’s normally not so…”“Homicida
Did she just say mates as in plural? “Mates…?” I say raising my eyebrows thinking she may have had a slip of the tongue.“Yes Mates, Abasi and Abubakar. I do not think anyone was more surprised than I was when they both marked me at the same time. It was the immediate attraction that did it for me; I maybe a lot of woman but hot damn, those two would have me bare foot and pregnant right now if I did not insist on them giving me at least another year to wait after the triplets were born. Those two are the textbook definition of insatiable I could barely climb out of bed before they were demanding to mate with me.” She threw her hands up in an exaggerated motion.I laughed at her flustered response and couldn’t help but ask. “So, with it being three of you… is it harder having two mates? I mean how do you determine who goes first or who gets time with you first?”“Who gets time with me first or who has their turn first. Honey it’s not a gang bang.’’I spit out my mouth full of coffee at
My stomach feels as if its full of a swarm of butterflies and I open my eyes again searching for the door readying myself to heave only to see that I'm not in my car. In fact, I was not even outside anymore but in a stranger room with bronze covered wall with deep teal accents. The room was scattered with candles and deep teal and coper covered furniture. There was a mid-size deep teal sectional with copper accent pillows coupled with a matching ottoman Adirondack chair and a long oval shaped copper coffee table. Under the coffee table was a long fluffy looking deep teal area rug. The room was massive and seemed to have two adjoining rooms connected leading out to what undoubtedly was a large room with a similarly beautiful design. I turned my head examining the room further to my left was a long copper framed full-length mirror as well as an odd copper door seemingly smaller than the other two it had to be a closet of some sort, I think to myself as I turn to my right and realize that
Mmmm I moaned irritably as swiping at the annoying stray hair tickling my nose to no avail. The frustrating strand flickered its way back to my face and yet again tickled along the bridge of my nose flickering teasingly along my upper lip. “Leave me alone stupid hair I don’t want to get up, yet.” I once more tried to swat it away and failed feebly to flick the rogue strand away but no such luck as it flittered and trailed further down into my nostril. Uggg I groaned and the defiant strand slipped into my mouth causing me to shoot up in the bed and cough profusely trying to expel the infernal hair eyes still closed I wipe furiously at my face more determined to get rid of the damn thing. My eyes watered as I struggled to catch my breath from all the coughing and choking. Finally awake against my will rubbing the tears from my eyes I peak one eye open groggily. Huffing and sighing frustratedly as my eyes try to adjust to the slither of sunlight peeking into the room. “Why me?” I moan a
The rush from him forcing his way into my thoughts has me feeling lightheaded. But I can’t help pushing back with my own thoughts as I pelt him with questions. The most prominent one I can think is why?‘Why would you even want to be with me? Sure, I’m ok looking, but I’m sure as hell not a damn super model. I mean what exactly could you get out of being with me? And not to mention I have like a million damn flaws. God so many flaws.’ He reaches into my mind again and silences me before he replies.‘We are made to be together Lena. What do you mean you look OK!? How do you not see that you’re so beautiful? Do you not know how much torture it was for me to sit so close to you like we were and not being able to touch you? I want to spend the rest of our lives buried inside of you and I will never change my mind. Don’t fear my need for you we are made to be with each other always.’ The sound of his words in a hus
I continue in the that direction assured it would lead to my currently designated safe place. Making my way toward my bathroom, I could feel eyes watching me as I entered the washroom quietly closing the door behind me locking myself in. I leaned my back up against the door as I listened intently for the sound of movement expecting that if he were real, he would surely take my dismissal as a reason to exit my apartment. After five pain takingly long quiet minutes. I sigh heavily realizing that I was in fact correct about my theory that I was only imagining him being here in the first place. I walked over to the bathtub and turned on the water staring off in the distance as I tried to rationalize my sad delusional state. Maybe I wasn’t crazy, just envisioning what life would have been like, if I had someone worth coming home to; after a long miserable day like this one. It could be possible that I somehow associated my metaphorical knight in shining armor from the night before