"I miss last night," he tells me more boldly than he was in the first place. The same is equally true with me. Last night was wonderful, I give my word.
The place is quiet, not the kind of location where tumults erupt aimlessly, all out of nowhere. Here, I settle down with him, seating on his lap. He wants me to seat here. So I do it! The only thing I don't want to work out is to awaken his sleeping Sweet John or Jake. It is not like we are going to fuck here, right where people pass until they reach their respective destinations. First, he looks up at me, mildly, and then he caresses my chin.
"Stop shaking, girl; my legs are not a twig that easily snaps once anyone heavy settles down on them." Did he say 'heavy'? I am wondering if I am that overweight actually. I know that I am not. Duh!
"Stop scolding me. You say you love me, don't you? I was just worried that...I could brush your...and land ourselves in big trouble."
"I am your man; yours and yours alone. I beg you; don't look down on me like I am one of those commonplace, worthless jerks parading the streets out there." At this, I lean my head playfully on his shoulder. I don't see anything wrong with doing this. After all, he is my man, isn't he?
"You know one thing, my beautiful? I am going to fuck you again, and I will keep on doing it until I yield my last breath. Don't you like the idea of me fucking you?" I almost giggle uncontrollably at these words. I am going to fuck and fuck him too, until I breathe my last. I have my fingers crossed on that!
I can't conceal what I am feeling anymore. I am falling in love with two men: Miguel and Tyrone. Let me make this simple for you to follow. I am in love with Miguel, and yet I am starting to have feelings for another man, who is Tyrone. Both two are handsome, likeable and affectionate. No one else besides me knows this. I can't tell Julie. It is pretty early to make confessions of this kind.
I think I'm in trouble. In fact, I am trapped in this bowl of mess, deliberately. I told mom I have a crush on Tyrone. Now she wants to meet him. Sir Richard Wotton's Day is tomorrow. He is the one who instituted the university back in 1926. Every year, the college throws a jubilee in commemoration of him. Students, parents, guardians, politicians, professors, and neighborhood celebrities, are called forth to paint the town red. Mom swore to me she would come, warranted she was going to meet Tyrone.
Miguel and I begun dating a year past. Amber still believes he and I are finished. Well, we are not over with each other truthfully. We reconciled two weeks ago and rushed into thoughtless sex, steered by our savage passions, I fathom.
I don't know how I will tackle this. The two must not meet—Miguel and his yet-to-be rival. Tyrone is a scholar here. Miguel works for Wells Fargo, a provincial bank. I did not notify him about the coming event. I don't think I have to. Mom will have sneaking suspicions should she spot him with me. She will stop having confidence in me furthermore. I don't want this to happen. No!
Nighttime generally fascinates me. I love the night life: Slipping on my sexiest lingerie and tightest dress and nosiest heels and then heading out to have fun with my girl or guy buddies. I love watching musicians dance vigorously on some giant stage. My deepest passion is touring a dusky-lit Las Vegas in plush, flying cars. Throughout, there booms beautiful, bewitching-like music—it pierces into my ears: Making me lurch this way and that other. If I am swaying my bum and Julie happens to be around, she habitually drums it with her hands and then vaguely notifies me, "You are mad, girl. You better teach me how you do this crazy bum dance thing of yours. I like it."
Sad to say, tonight, I am not going anywhere. Julie will be sleeping at her matrimonial home, with her stepson. Her husband is away on some business trip. I can't picture his face the day he will learn that his wife has been cheating on him with his own blood son; incest! That's what they call it.
To sidetrack myself from boredom, I seized my phone and logged in to Facebook. Having snapped the 'Chat' button, to know the 14 humans that were online, Denzel hit my inbox unexpectedly, from far there in Thailand. Must I tell him what his wife and Lucas are doing right this moment in his own bed back home?
Denzel de la Vega
Hey!
Wednesday at 13:07 • Sent from Mobile
Phoebe Jones
Good morning, Denzel.
Wednesday at 13:11
Denzel de la Vega
Morning dear; how was your night?
Wednesday at 13:13 • Sent from Mobile
(Point of correction: We are both mistaken here. It is now afternoon, don't you agree? Perchance it is morning there in Thailand?)
Phoebe Jones
It was okay. I was just relaxing at home...tired, I guess.
Wednesday at 13:16
(It is still Wednesday, 9th of September 2015.)
Denzel de la Vega
It's nice to hear that. I have a question for you: Is he your boyfriend? The guy who commented in that picture of yours—that you're beautiful for only him.
9 September at 13:17 • Sent from Mobile
Phoebe Jones
He is, Denzel: Miguel—that's him!
9 September at 13:20
Denzel de la Vega
Wow! I'm happy for him. He is really lucky to have you.
9 September at 13:21 • Sent from Mobile
Phoebe Jones
Thanks. I want to ask a few questions about you, guys, and I want honest answers please. Will you be kind enough to answer them for me?
9 September at 13:26
Denzel de la Vega
Yes, please! Go ahead. Feel free to ask anything about us—guys or men—whichever word you prefer, Phoebe.
19 September at 13:27 • Sent from Mobile
Phoebe Jones
1. Why do guys tirelessly pursue a girl in the beginning, and then quickly pull back once she flashes back interest? What does that mean? That a guy has all of a sudden lost interest in her or what?
9 September at 13:30
Denzel de la Vega
Nope! What that means is some guys follow girls for a purpose. Some: It's not that he loves you. He may be attracted by how pretty you are and your body. In short, these guys lose interest in a girl once they get what attracted them to her in the first place. It may be that he craves solely sex from you, or your money or fame.
9 September at 13:39 • Sent from Mobile
Phoebe Jones
Okay, that's pretty sad, although you have explained it very well.
2. Why is it that when a girl gets in a relationship with a certain guy, other guys will begin showing interest in her, all out of nowhere? Do such guys merely seek to disturb her thing with the present guy? All along, they were quiet; not bothering to do anything about her until another man showed up and won the girl to himself. I'm sorry if I am bothering you with all this. I just needed to know.
9 September at 13:43
Denzel de la Vega
No problem, dear. We are friends and what are friends for? Some guys come to disturb your relationship and yet it is not true with the rest. There are many guys out there whom you don't realize have a crush on you. Some dudes simply fail to propose. They are just too shy and they weigh their background with yours. If you come from a rich family and the guy is impoverished, it becomes hard for him to approach you. It will usually take him lots of time to finally overcome his fear if he is that much interested in you. That said, not all men conceal wicked intentions towards women.
9 September at 13:56 • Sent from Mobile
Phoebe Jones
Denzel, this is really helpful to me. But how can one know the good guy with good intentions. It's almost impossible to tell.
Your words are like bullets—with sound, direct points. Some guys fail to propose to a girl? I didn't know that. Guys always look confident and fearless of anything. I didn't know they can act shy also.
Anyway, how can you tell when a guy has got good intentions towards a girl? If he has a crush on her, why can't he do something about it, rather than keep on admiring her in silence?
I appreciate all this information, buddy.
9 September at 14:04
Denzel de la Vega
When a girl is high class and the guy is needy, many thoughts come into his mind. He will be like, for the most part: "Maybe she will ask me to do something I can't afford to." Of course, some dudes are not timid and easily intimidated. Yet they still worry about this! If it's the first time to propose love to a girl on the man's part, the situation becomes very difficult for him to handle. Facts will differ from men to men, conforming with their characters, beliefs, and role models that influence their actions. You just have to be careful because guys are very smart in the way that they do things. You have been warned, Phoebe.
9 September at 14:47 • Sent from Mobile
Chilly—that's what I am feeling right now, curled up in my bed lazy-style. Today is that big day, eventually. Mom must be on her way already. I don't know who is coming with her. It could be one of my uncles, or her attractive twenty-something young man. She broke up with dad when I was fifteen years old, nearly eight years back. Dad has since wed another woman, his one-time secretary, whom he cheated on Amber with from the time I was nine. To this day, they brag two children, two sons to be precise—twins who look much the exact same.
Three years following her marriage break down, Amber metamorphosed into a mournful drunkard and a druggie. If it were not for Tommy, the guy she is now involved with, her healing would have been impossible, even with uninterrupted prayers. No consolation I gave her seemed to relieve her suffering; until Tommy suddenly showed up in her life. He shone on her like the sun glows on a flower chilled in appalling darkness, warming her heart up, and giving her one further reason to press ahead with this wounding life. I thank him for breathing life anew into my near-death sweet mom. Without him, Amber would be as good as perished.
Those three years after the divorce were utter hellfire for us. Amber all of a sudden quit work and then carried burdensome credits on her back, emptying her account on unceasing rehabs and smoking and excessive drinking and partying. To secure my education, I had to be a waitress and a receptionist. Hit with misery, I well-nigh became a human trafficker, held back by my neighbors after they found out my hidden plans.
Scowling in dissatisfaction, I snatch the mirror lodged on my dresser, the dresser that is perched close to where I am having my butt placed down—on my pillow, I mean. My goodness! I look so ugly, uglier than a demon, ugliest like the Devil. My hair is cluttered from one side to the other. My eyes are a listless scarlet, puffed up and blinking awkwardly. I think I can spot a little rash on my ever smooth skin. How come? Have I become hypersensitive to something...eating what I shouldn't have tampered with in the first place?
In terror, I straighten up apprehensively and make a rush for my beauty products. I better look like Halle Berry today: Rosy, hard-hitting, and beautifully flawless. She is always this both on-screen and off-screen.
"Mom wants to talk to you. Will you take her call or not?" That is my phone speaking to me. I programmed it to notify me of any forthcoming call in this manner. In a furious voice, like I am talking to an emotional human being, I respond, "Put the cow on." What...did I just call Amber? The good thing is she didn't hear me, otherwise she would have passed out the instant she overheard my insulting word: Cow!
"Beautiful, mom is on her way there." Amber sounds delighted, like she has won a $100 million jackpot. I see $$$ shoot rapidly before my eyes. I must be imagining eerie things, am I not? I cannot exactly tell.
Sweet mama is coming? I must know how close to Wotton she has by now advanced. In delight, I squirm noiselessly, and then interrogate, "That's good news to hear, mom. So where are you?" Before she answers anything, the door inside the living room slams open. I suspect that to be Julie, surfacing back from her house—from committing incestuous adultery with her stepson! Putting my phone down, I cry out, "Julie, welcome back." I quickly place the cell back on my ear to finish my talk with mom. "Mom, are you still there?"
"I am inside your living room, Phoebe," she screams sharply, and then I overhear the door get shut with a short-lived bang. I can't believe it. She is already here? I instantly shoot out of the bathroom and there I spot her...striking a sensational pose. I nearly lose my consciousness. This is such an unlooked-for moment! I honestly don't know what to say, or do either.
Face to face we stand, gazing at each other mutely. I have run out of any words, and so has she. Without thinking twice, I dash after her, taking flight into the air, and launching myself on her. I wrap my hands on her back and smirk in satisfaction. "Mother, you have no idea how much I missed you." She pats my back nicely, taking deep, long breaths.
"I miss you too, darling."
I pull back from her and inspect her from head to toe. She is still lovely, skeletal-like, and in good shape. Not a bit feature about her has altered. She is up until now the same old, lovable Amber I used to know and admire. Ask me how long it was when I last met her face to face? Three weeks ago. And yet these three weeks feel like three slow, painful years. Alas!
"Where he is: Your crush? I am not going to sit down or drink or eat anything until you show him to me. He is the only reason I came here moving fast like the wind. Familiarize me with this lucky gentleman, please."
I wheel my eyes, slapped with unforeseen shock. I gaze outside the window, straight at Tyrone's flat, and glimpse him standing next to an elderly, blond-haired woman. She looks a bit older than Amber. It is at this point that he gives me a smug smile. I smirk back at him, shyly. Amber notices and registers terror.
"Is he the man you were gushing about, Phoebe?" She trades horrified glances with the blond, small woman. I am starting to get the impression that they know each other, and are bitterest rivals what's more.
"Yes, mom, he is Tyrone."
Her look of horror gets worse. "Goodness, that guy is your cousin, Phoebe. You have fallen in love with your cousin; your goddamn first cousin as a matter of fact. The woman standing there with him is Kati, my mother's young and only sister. She is the one who brought him into this world." Then she eyes me in bitter rebuke. "I want you to undo every affection you have developed for that man. In our clan, we don't take incest, or embrace children born out of incestuous affairs. If you want what is best for you, you better walk out of his life. Do you hear me?"
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