The Break-Up
“I slowly opened
the door. He stood on the other side of
it, moping. Nothing separated us except the large wooden door and the thick
shiny chain which denied him entry. He stared at me, but said nothing. As I
looked him in the eye, he dropped his head.
Not this shit
again, I thought, as I dropped the chain in the door and invited him in. He
didn’t bother to remove his jacket or shoes, but just stood at the doorway in
an awkward stance. He looked at me, and then turned away, and then he looked at
me again, not in my eye, but down at my feet. “I don’t think I can do this anymore,” he said
to me in a small whisper. He’s given this rehearsed speech so many times that I
no longer think he believes himself. I brushed the side of his face as to seem
sincere, and I looked him in the eye. “I don’t know how we got to this point,
and I don’t know how to get out of it. All I do know is that we can’t stay in
this place; it just doesn’t seem right,” he said. “Our vibe is off or
something.”
“Want some
coffee?” I said in the most delightful
tone possible.
“No.” he replied.
“No coffee this time. We really need to talk; this just isn’t working out
between us anymore.”
“Sure you want
coffee,” I said. “You always want coffee.” I retreated to the kitchen and
grabbed the shiny metal kettle. As I filled it water, I noticed the reflection
of the diamond on my left hand in the kettle. I smiled. “Honey, you want Sweet
& Low, or are you finally going to try Splenda which I’ve been telling you
about for months?”
“It doesn’t matter,
as long as it’s dark –like the dark place we’ve been in for months” he replied.
“Don’t be silly,
you’ll take cream,” I said, as I swirled the cream inside his coffee.
I returned back
into the living room where I found him sitting on his usual chair staring into
space with a bizarre look on his face. I interrupted his thoughts by standing
right in front of him, coffee in hand, and smiled. I handed him is coffee, and
I loosened the tie on my silk robe to reveal that nothing was under it, and I
sashayed behind him and started to massage his shoulders. “How’s that coffee?”
I asked him in a gentle tone. He didn’t reply.
“I think maybe it
would be a good thing if we took some time apart just to see if we’re rushing
the wedding or making a mistake,” he said. I bent down behind him and nibbled
on his ear.
“Aww, but honey,
don’t you love me?” I said while kissing on his neck. He inhaled my perfume,
and he licked his lips. I strolled back around to the front of the chair, took
the coffee from his hands, and placed it on the glass table beside him, and
then I straddled him on the chair. I slipped my long red silk robe down below
my shoulders as he held on tightly to the arms of the couch and tried to look
past me.
I licked the
droplet of coffee from his lips, and placed his arms around my waist, and then
I grabbed his face and kissed him passionately. His face once painted with a
look of agony had faded into a look of pleasure, and so I released him, and
placed the coffee cup back into his hand.”
“Girl, you are
bad!” said my friend on the other end of the phone as she laughed at my story.
“Don’t forget
about the wedding rehearsal and the rehearsal dinner tomorrow night at Four
Seasons Hotel. Everything starts at 6pm, and we’re going to make a weekend out
of it.”
“Well honey, come
pick me up, I’ve been dying to see that new Bentley he bought you last week,”
she said.
“Well in that case
be ready tomorrow morning. I have his black card and we can do a little
shopping before the wedding rehearsal.”
“Sounds like a
plan,” said my bestie, before she hung of the phone.
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