“When Sunday Came” (2015) – #fiction #abuse

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I looked at his text again before deleting it.

Thinking about you. I still love you ♥

Memories of his words came rushing back to me like a tidal wave.

“No other man would ever put up with you…”

“For someone in your line of work, you really are sooo stupid…”

“If you loved me, you would want what I want…”

“It’s your fault that you make me so angry that I break things…”

But this time, instead of the memories hitting me like a ton of bricks and making me feel sick to my stomach, the wave washed over and above me.

That’s when I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the old me was gone. Forever.

No more walking on eggshells and feeling like I was having a heart attack.

No more waiting for the next blow up and blow out.

No more of me apologizing just to keep the peace and asking for forgiveness that I didn’t need.

I stretched out on the sofa and stared out into the darkness of my newly adopted city.

A glass of wine on the coffee table, a good book in my lap and wrapped in my cozy robe, I would never ever let him upset such a peaceful Sunday night.

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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“Face forward. Strip down.” (2015) #fiction #fictionfriday

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Originally posted December 6, 2015

“Face forward. Strip down.”

His voice was deep, suggestive and close enough for me to feel his breath on my neck. I won’t fool you, his voice sent tingles up and down my spine in a very naughty way.

I turned very slowly to face the tall, seductively handsome man I had only seen a few seconds before. He was grinning down at me in such a sexy way that I almost forgot where we were.

I inhaled deeply to refocus my thoughts, flipped my hair nervously over my shoulder and tried to match his irresistible smile.

“Excuse me?”

Oh…how I needed him to repeat those words again.

He extended his finger and barely stroked it against my…

debit card that I forgot I was holding.

“For your card to work, you have to put the face forward and the strip down through the swipe of the machine.”

It took me about five seconds to process what he had just explained. I looked up at him, down to my debit card and back up into his eyes.

“Oh, yeah. I knew that.” Totally embarassed, I swiped my card properly through the debit machine this time. “Sorry, my Pay Pass somehow got deactivated.”

Damn!

I much preferred my twisted meaning of what I thought Mr. Tall Hot and Handsome had said.

I fumbled to grab my coffee from the barista and stepped aside to the milk & sugar station. As I was opening my fourth packet of cane sugar, he appeared next to me again.

“Are you having sugar with your coffee or coffee with your sugar Beautiful?” he teased.

I had never seen a man with such striking eyes before. His eyes were capable of peering straight into my soul.

As my mind struggled to find something intelligent to volley back with, I knew that today would be one that I would never forget.

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

The prompt? SYTYCW@Harlequin weekend writing challenge – Your hero and heroine have just met. Give us your hero’s most impactful/ funny/ sexy/ intriguing/ eye-catching opening line!

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“By The Time This Night Is Over…” #fictionfriday #fiction

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If we were any closer, I’d be drowning in his eyes.

I stopped swaying and lifted my head from his chest. Just the way in which he returned my gaze made my legs weak. My eyes were speaking volumes and he was hearing me loud and clear.

Why was I desperately trying to hang onto my last shred of willpower?

I was unattached, single and attracted to him at a level that I hadn’t experienced in a very long time.

Blame it on the island life, his authenticity with me, the fact that he was sizzling hot (as Ella would say), it really didn’t matter.

By the time this night is over, you’ll be wrapped around him anyways.

Alejandro lowered his lips to mine and to keep my balance, I clung to him, grabbing handfuls of his shirt.

Sweet, slow and soft. With each kiss, we delved deeper into each other with more intensity. One arm circled my waist, the other hand tracing the length of my back, Alejandro was giving me goosebumps of all kinds. I had no choice but to slide my hands up his chest and drape them around his neck. When we finally came up for air, I couldn’t catch my breath. I had totally lost my mind for those few minutes and I think he had too.

We held onto each for what felt like forever and said nothing, just trying to catch our breath. And that is when my rationale mind came back to rear its ugly head. I needed to explain why I had waited this long to let my defenses down with him, that it wasn’t some kind of a game, how I had been hurt before…

Alejandro must have read my mind of jumbled thoughts because just as I opened my mouth to speak, he placed his index finger on my lips.

“I only need to know one thing.” Alejandro paused and searched my eyes. “Do you ever think about him when you are with me?”

Him? Him who? It didn’t matter…the answer was hell no.

When I shook my head, he removed his finger and cupped my face within the palms of his large warm hands.

“That’s all I needed to know.”

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

“San Juan” (2015) #fiction #fictionfriday #love

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A week from now, all of this would feel like a dream. Like it never happened.

The knot in my stomach ached at the thought of leaving this place. From the moment I set foot out of the airport in San Juan, it had felt like “home”.

I buried myself a little deeper into the chaise and stared out into the darkness. Close enough to watch the white foamy crests of the waves as they lapped in time with their gentle whooshing onto the beach. The night sky was clear and always filled with so many stars, something I rarely noticed at home among a sea of concrete high-rise buildings.

Was this the same sky or had I been magically transported into another dimension?

One more week.

The constant moistness of humidity on my skin, the left-over grittiness of sand buried in crevices of my toes from my daily walks on the beach, the headiness of the salt air lingering in my chest that made me feel free and happy – I would miss it all. I had sat many evenings like this one, just curled up in a chair outside, enjoying the warm soothing breeze with a homemade coconut smoothie in hand. And every night, the ocean never failed to wash away the day and grant me a fresh new one after I closed my eyes for the night.

Who in their right mind could ever get tired of all of this?

But tonight was a little different. I wasn’t on my outdoor chaise. I was enjoying a better view from someone else’s chaise on a rooftop.

I took a last sip of my mint tea, unfolded myself out of my chair and went over to lean against the railing. Was it past 11:00 o’clock? Yes, it had to be past 11:00. Time crept so slowly down here in the Caribbean. I wasn’t sure of how long I had been out there. But I did know that I should have headed back to my place a long time ago, before I got myself into a situation I would probably not regret.

“Where did I leave my purse?”

I muttered to myself and almost immediately felt the warmth of his body behind me. His strong hands circled my waist and he nestled his lips into the oh-so sensitive spot of my neck. He had excused himself to take a phone call and from the dampness of his hair against my ear, he had also taken a shower.

“You aren’t working tomorrow so why not stay here tonight?”

I smiled. I had to hand it to Alejandro, he was smooth.

I turned around slow enough as to not lose contact, his chest just inches away from mine, his hands still around my waist. He smelled clean and fresh. I was just making a mental note to remember to ask him about the brand of soap he always used when I realized that the only thing between us were my workout clothes and a bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. I felt a wave of heat spread from the top of my head all the way down to my toes. I wasn’t uncomfortable, I was just taken off guard enough for my mind to go completely blank.

Those dark eyes, that chiseled chest and such a wicked smile – I knew that he knew exactly what I was thinking. I had the urge to run my hands through the wet curls that dripped onto his forehead but I kept my hands to myself, unsure as to where else they may glide if I did reach out. He grinned even wider and I almost hated him for it.

“Don’t worry, you can stay in one of the guest rooms. We could watch a movie. Or I can take you back to your place. Your choice. Though you know what my preference would be.”

My mind searched for reasons to leave but my mind remained blank of excuses.

How many other women had stood in exactly this same position as I was tonight? Did I even care right now with one week left in paradise?

I pulled myself together and leaned in closer to him, which was already almost impossible. I inhaled deeply, trying not to think of what would happen if that bath towel accidentally fell to the ground.

“Okay,” I whispered into his ear.

He tilted his head and frowned, not sure of what I meant. He cupped my face his hands. “Okay, what?”

“Okay,” I repeated.

Image and content ©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Originally posted on April 7, 2015.

Note: Writing 101, Blogging U – Day 2:A Room with a View

Today’s Prompt: If you could zoom through space in the speed of light, what place would you go to right now?
Today’s twist: organize your post around the description of a setting.

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“Just The Two Of Us” #TravelTuesday #Fiction #bloggersblast

*inspired by a true event – updated with new content and photo 

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“It’s just the two of us left in this entire world now,” Jeanne** told me about thirty seconds after introducing herself and her sister Cassie** to me on the beach. “And we are going to enjoy this trip like it’s our last one together.”

I quickly realized that her words were more literal than figurative…

It was still quite early in the morning but these sisters had already gone all out and splurged by renting chairs, an umbrella, and little table for the day. The older sister’s name was Jeanne and her younger sister was Cassie, both in their fifties. We had crossed paths countless times, smiling and saying “Another beautiful day” to each other on the beach, at the pool and in the lobby. Jeanne and Cassie were always cheerful and pumped up for another day in the beautiful sun.

Jeanne stood out from the other beach regulars because of the beautiful head scarves she wore. Today’s head scarf was sky blue with silver edging. From the fragile wisps of her hair escaping from underneath it, it was obvious that though an illness had managed to steal her hair, it had not robbed her of bubbly and friendly spirit. Cassie had the same energy but spirit was dulled by a hint of sadness.

“You know, I was just telling Cassie that the next time we saw you, we should introduce ourselves. Why waste time just saying hello when we can get to know each other? Life is just too short to waste, don’t you agree?”

I definitely agreed.

And we spent the next few hours chatting under their umbrella. 

**names changed

2017 update : I saw them from a distance this year on the beach and was happy that it was still just the two of them…

Still Just The Two of Them ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

Photos, video and content ©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

 (originally posted on September 27, 2016)

 

 


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Would You Like To Read Kate’s Story? #fiction #weekendcoffeeshare

For those who are new to my blog, I’m currently working on edits to a draft novella, “Living To Die”.

The story is about Kate, a woman who is trying to seize each day after finding out that she is dying.   

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Kate’s time is running out…

Living To Die

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“Naughty Girls Need Love Too” Part 2 – #smexy #fiction #fictionfriday

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Continued from “When I’m Bad I’m Better

*MATURE CONTENT*

Naughty Girls Need Love Too (Ella)

When I licked his earlobe, his breathing became labored and his chest heaved against mine. It took mere seconds to feel how much he wanted me. Jake responded by running his hands along my legs, placing them behind my knees and giving me one forceful tug forward so that I was straddling him instead of the bike.

“You’re playing a dangerous game with someone you barely know Gabriella,” Jake whispered, giving me goosebumps all over my body.

“I think we know each other well enough for you to call me Ella. All of my friends do.” I ran my hands through his hair and felt him shudder.

“Ella,” Jake groaned into my hair. “Is this what you do when a man offers you a ride home?”

The more I sucked on his earlobe, the harder Jake tried to pull me into him.

“Not always,” I teased. “Just with the ones I find interesting… But if I’m playing games with a dangerous man, tell me so that I can stop this right now…”

I stopped and waited for an answer to which I already knew the answer. I’d gotten his background check done right after that brawl and already knew what I wanted to know.

“I’m more dangerous to myself these days than I would ever be to you,” Jake said, kissing my neck. “But I’m thinking that you might be the dangerous one Ella.”

“I’m more naughty than dangerous. And naughty girls need love too you know.”

I kissed the length of his neck and when he tried to kiss me, I playfully turned my head away.

“But if I were dangerous, you’d want me anyways, right Jake?”

When Jake didn’t respond, I looked him straight in the eyes.

“Say it…” I told him, unbuttoning his shirt.

Jake looked down at what I was doing, as if he couldn’t believe it.

“Say what?”

Confusion was written all over his face. I might have been doing the talking but our bodies were dictating the conversation. Getting to my lips and my other lady bits were the only things on his mind.

“Say that you want me, ” I whispered, prompting him and running my palms up and down his chest. He closed his eyes firmly, enjoying my touch too much to speak. “I want to hear you say it.” Then I ran my palms along his outer thighs. “Tell me that you want me.”

“I want you,” Jake muttered, hypnotizing by the movement of my fingers on his legs through his jeans.

“I want you Ella…” I whispered into his ear and ran my tongue along his neck. I let my hands trail down to the button on his jeans.

“I want you Ella,” Jake parroted back under duress with his eyes still firmly shut.

“I want you Ella right here on this bike...” I prompted him again. I could feel his heart beating against my chest and when he finally opened his eyes to look at me, his look was so intense that it was almost scary. But I loved it. I wanted him to want me, really want me and I had him melting in the palm of my hand.

“You’re killing me,” Jake groaned and started undoing the other buttons on my top. “I want you Ella, right here on this bike…”

“That’s more like it Jake.”

Could Jake and I do the unthinkable right here, right now?

I wanted to find out.

His hands cupped my ass and just as our lips touched, the back exit door to the club flew open with such force that we both almost fell off the bike.

In the heat of the moment, I’d forgotten all about the surveillance cameras trained on that back exit.

I’d broken the first and foremost commandment at the club – a rule that I had put in place when I started managing the girls and choreographing the shows.

No fraternizing with the clients.

Or to use my exact words with the girls, “You’re dancers, not hookers. No fucking the clients.”

And now here I was – hot, bothered, busted by one of the bouncers and breaking my own rule.

I was fucked and unfucked all at the same time.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.


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