She is Back
Amazingly beautiful, like she just stepped off the cover of a beauty magazine.
She has matured, her body now has real feminine curves, her hips wider and sexier, her breasts that were already full are now rounder and peaked more forward. Her jet-black hair is, as always shiny and full from her shoulder to her waist. I think back to the times when I hid my face in it, how I long for those moments. In her silver-gray eyes there is a stern look and the impression on her face is one of no-nonsense.
This is another Loraine, one who emits a warning aura and commands respect from everyone around her. Her steps are with more confidence and the everlasting smile that once hung around her lips is now replaced by an earnest full streak.
She is now drop-gorgeous, attractive as hell. I can feel the familiar tingling through my body after it was years in hibernation. No woman was able to give me this feeling, one of deep desire and certainty that I belong in those arms. She enchants me as usual, I can't take my eyes off her.
But I too have undergone some changes physically. I now have a trimmed beard, my hair shorter than before. My shoulders are broader than a few years ago due to my hours of hard work in the gym. According to my secretary, I look like a distinguished successful businessman. She claims I can make any single socialite in New York effortlessly drop her tights voluntarily. And given the number of women who keep seeking intimate contact with me, she must be right. At the important business meetings, they come at me like flies to a sugar bowl, I think the combination of money and masculinity is irresistible. I even had to replace two secretaries because they thought they could afford a hit on me.
Here I am at the airport to pick up Danielle who is coming over for a vacation in New York. She has set up her own recycling company in England and regularly visits America, as she says, to relax incognito. No, it didn't work out between us back then, half a year into our relationship she had enough of my lack of lust for sex. It's just that I'm not attracted to women other than Loraine, that woman is in my blood.
For the past five years, I have immersed myself in work.
My bus transport business is thriving and I’ve expanded it across several major states. And with partnerships with large tourism and industrial companies, the profits are higher each year. And I also have a battery of motivated managers who are committed to connecting profit to social responsibility and customer service. I have nothing to complain about financially, I’m loaded although I wasn’t poor when Loraine was around. I had made millions speculating on the stock market, but kept everything out of the public eye.
The only thing missing now in my life is a life partner. And now my business is running smoothly, I have time to turn to Loraine again. I had planned to approach her again after Danielle's visit, but I see that luck is cheering me on. Right now, she steps right in front of me, back into my territory, at the right timing.
I continue to admire her from a distance. She is in the company of Kaylah and her husband who has now taken over Windrug&So. Confident, she approached the counter and was dealt with the highest priority. Then she and her companions got into a Cadillac Escalade. I'm taking the tracking number of the car, I need to know where she lives in New York. I'm sure she's not going to the West Village or her old home on the outskirts of town. But she still has at least ten homes in New York where she could settle.
I make a promise to myself: this year I will marry Loraine, she will be my lawful wife and mother of my children. This same year I will not only be her husband, but she will also bear my child, we have both reached the age where we can no longer wait to start a family. And I'm so ready for that.
Danielle pulls me out of my musings by shouting my name out loud through the arrival hall. She runs to me and throws herself into my arms. This time I am distracted and fail to catch her, causing her to lose her balance. Just before she reaches the floor, I save her from an inelegant fall. She grabs my shirt in surprise, I know she's used to me always accommodating her dramatic greetings. But today because of Loraine's return to New York, I'm really fed up with her acts, I know that I have to end this.
“Danielle, did you have a good trip?” I ask her formally. She looks at me strangely, she's not used to this tone from me. “Yes, it was good. A bit of turbulence, but I'm used to that now," she responds. “Is something wrong, Aziel? You sound different”, she asks a bit timidly. I remain silent for the time being and lead her distantly to the waiting Maserati. This time I have arranged for a driver, as I am still exhausted from the hours-long meeting from which I just left.
When we sit comfortably in the backseat, as the driver deftly mixes us into traffic, I turn to Danielle. I see some wrinkles at her eyes and it seems like she needs to use more foundation now. Compared to Loraine that I saw a few minutes ago, this is really a minus. Loraine had almost no makeup on her face but looked fresh and young even though I know she is the same age as Danielle.
“Danielle, it's time to make new arrangements. No more body contact, our relationship is formal from today. We're just less than good friends," I let her know. She looks shocked, for years she enjoyed being the only woman who could get close to me, she was envied for that by many rivals. What she didn't know is that I allowed it out of guilt after I'd been stringing her along for six months at the start of our relationship.
But after five years, the debt has now been paid, and it's time I turned to the official Mrs. Renegade....
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