I is for “It Would Take A Strong Strong Man” #atozchallenge

It would take strong strong man

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Bisous,

M xoxo

 

H is for “Hit Me With Your Best Shot” #atozchallenge

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

If you just stumbled across my blog, for the rest of this month’s A to Z Challenge, I will only be posting the song links that inspired my A to Z Challenge story.

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Bisous,

M xoxo

G is for “Got To Be Real” #atozchallenge

Got To Be Real

*Niko*

I know it’s wrong of me to laugh but I can’t help myself.

This is absolutely fucking ridiculous! What in the hell is Bobby thinking hiring this Jessica chick?

From the way Jessica is slurring her words, it’s obvious that she’s sloppy drunk. Why would I want someone who is fucking unstable as a publicist to help manage my public image? For Christ sake, she can’t even handle her own.

“Wow! Just wow! Is that how you’re supposed to answer your phone? For someone in our business, you are totally unprofessional!” I’m so shocked that my voice is almost a whisper.

And that’s when I hear a sharp gasp on the other end of the line.

Something tells me to brace myself for a verbal assault.

“Do you know what is unprofessional? Screwing around with your receptionist! To think that you had me believing that you were one of the good guys. But there is no such thing and you’ve proved it! I wasted 3 years of my life with you and I will never get them back. If you really loved me, you never ever would have done this! I know about her and I know what your folks said about me! You know what? All of you can just go to hell! My friends are right – you don’t deserve me! I don’t want you calling me, talking to me or coming near me. Do you hear me? I don’t want anything to do with you. Leave me the hell alone Bruno!”

She is out breath and almost hyperventilating. Listening to her painful rant makes my stomach flip but it’s only when she breaks down into uncontrollable sobs that my heart truly breaks for her.

She sounds like she’s on the verge of a breakdown and there is nothing I can do or say to let her know that I’m not the asshole Bruno that she thinks I am on the other end of the line.

I can’t stand it when a woman cries. A woman in distress has and will always be my kryptonite. All I want to do is sweep in and help but my hands are tied. The whole lack of professionalism thing is no longer on my mind.

All I feel is empathy for her.

I know all too well what feeling hopeless is all about. To feel hurt beyond repair and to be unconsolable…A lifetime ago long before Chelsea was around.

Suddenly, I hear a thud and from how distant her jagged words sound, I’m sure that she has dropped the phone onto the floor. I’m hoping that she hasn’t hurt herself and breathe a sigh of relief when I hear her voice again.

But through her sobs, she is talking to herself and says the most troubling thing…

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Giving Up #atozchallenge

As of a few minutes ago, I’m officially up to date with Part 2 of my “F” installment for those who have access to my offline draft of my full A to Z Challenge story!

I’m not happy that I’m going to be on constant catch-up from this point on,  but that’s the way the cookie always seems to crumble with me and the A to Z. And visiting and reading the blogs of other A to Z participant blogs will have to wait until May when I’m taking a break.

Better late than never.

Last night, I was on the verge of giving up on this challenge altogether but when I started to re-read through the emails from some of my email subcribers, I’m deciding to tough it out, even if I fall way behind.

THANK YOU FOR YOUR SWEET EMAILS, you keep me encouraged!

Besides the usual challenges of life, I underestimated how hard it would be to write from two character perspectives in the same story.

Anyways….

If you have been following the Part 1’s my story on this blog, thank you!

If you just found my blog/A toZ and would like to read the story from the start, here is a link to the very first Part 1.

If you have not been reading but simply enjoying the links to the song titles, I hope they bring back good memories.

If you are on my email list and are reading the full draft off-blog, your feedback and encouragement have been awesome!

Bisous,

M xoxo

 

 

F is for “Fairy Tales” #atozchallenge

Fairy Tales

*Kiara*

I’ve only been drunk once in my life and tonight is a perfect time try it for the second time.

Luckily, my scheduled days off have coincided with this shit storm around me and I plan on calling in sick tomorrow as a way to avoid Bruno for another day before Athena covers my next two shifts after that.

From my lack of response to his calls and texts, Bruno has mistakenly assumed that I want alone time since this is the anniversary week of my brother’s passing. To be honest, I had almost forgotten but I’m glad that he’s giving me space because I still don’t know how I’m going to deal with him and his cheating ass. Right now, I don’t want to deal with him, patients or anyone else. The only people I want in my chaos are Athena and Ella.

I never knew what it was like to have many friends growing up but I know that I’m blessed to have found these two ladies later in life. They are my Thelma and Louise who refused to leave me alone to wallow in my pity and misery. They are also more than willing to help me hide and forget everything for a while and the bottle of Bacardi 151 that Ella has brought over to distract me is doing the trick to numb out a non-drinker like me.

I’m lying on the floor in the middle of my living room with my eyes closed to stop the room from spinning. Though the room has stopped spinning, my head is now bobbing uncontrollably to the beat of “Love Is  A Battle Field” that Athena is blasting from the television and I can’t seem to stop.

“I need another drink!” Athena yells. I feel the whoosh of her skirt across my legs and reopen my eyes to see her hopelessly trying to recreate the dance break along with the Pat Benatar video playing from the YouTube stream. She outstretches her glass for Ella refresh her glass.

“No. You’ve had more than enough for now,” Ella refuses and flops down onto the couch with the bottle tucked between her thighs.

Watching Athena dancing is making me dizzy and I’m suddenly afraid that I’m going to get showered by the contents of her glass. I roll away just in time as Athena spills some onto the hardwood floor where I was just lying. Athena’s infectious giggling gets me going down a path where I can’t control my laughter at how stupid she looks.

Ella rakes back in the couch and shakes her head at both of us.

“Wow, I never realized until now what amateurs you are when it comes to the hard stuff.” Ella pours herself a shot and downs it like the “boss bitch” we see her as. “I’d love to join in on the inebriated fun but I’ve got to get back to the club before closing. You’re staying here with Kiki tonight right?”

Athena nods. “Yeah, Oscar’s working the night shift. Don’t worry, I’m not driving anywhere tonight.”

Without saying a word, Ella grabs Athena’s purse and takes her keys.

“Good. But I’ll hang onto these until I come back in the morning anyways.” Ella grabs my hand and pulls me up to a sitting position. “You’ve had it rough this week. This Bacardi will let you get all this shit out of your system so that you can slam the door on this asshole and start fresh.”

It’s kind of funny how Athena and I became friends with Ella. It was through a pole dancing class we signed up for. Actually, Athena signed up and forced me to tag along during her pre-Oscar “sexy self-exploration” phase because she was afraid to go alone. Needless to say, I couldn’t bring sexy back to save my life but after the very first class, I was ecstatic that I went. Besides Ella’s “I’m the shit” attitude, I immediately fell in like with her from the old music she played during her classes. It was almost as if she had stolen some of my personal playlists.

A few classes in and a few coffees later, we all bonded over our love of older music. Ella had a magnetism and air about her that is hard to describe. The few times she’s stopped by the hospital to see me, not only would men of all ages and sexual orientation stop to stare but so would their women.

And to be honest, I think that both Athena and I had a small girl crush on her at the beginning, you know the kind when you admire and would like to emulate at times. She’s like the big sister I never had.

“She can’t start fresh until she punches Bruno’s fucking lights out.”

We both stare at Athena with surprise. The booze is bringing out Athena’s aggressive side of her while I’m more of the sad sleepy type. She drops down next to me and lays her head in my lap.

Ella’s confusion is clear. “Wait. You didn’t confront Bruno yet?”

Before I can answer for myself, Athena chimes in. “Nope. It’s not like she can tell him that she eavesdropped on his conversation after breaking into his house and while hiding in his closet.”

“Exactly,” I nod.

At the sight of Debbie Gibson on the screen busting cheesy moves to “Electric Youth”, Athena stumbles to get up and starts dancing along miserably to the video again. Ella stares at her as if she’s trying to understand how Athena could be such a bad dancer. She squeezes her eyes shut to erase the sight and then turns back to me.

“Well, you don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. Confront him or ghost him for a while, do what your spirit tells you to. But you’ll eventually have to talk to him when you’re at the hospital. That’s why they say don’t fuck your honey where you make your money. I did that once and I would never make that mistake again.”

My head is spinning again. “If you were me, what would you do?”

“Well,” Ella takes a small sip from her glass. “You know that I don’t give advice like that. Especially since I can flip from burn-down-your-house-Left Eye Lopes to Ice Queen in a nanosecond.” She gives me a hard look that burns into me.

“If you were a different type of woman, I would tell you to call Bruno out on his shit and then marry him.”

Athena’s head snaps to attention just as fast as mine. “Marry him? Are you insane?”

“No, I’m quite the opposite. Do you want me to sugar-coat what I’m going to say or should I skip the fairytales and be brutally raw? You decide.”

Athena and I exchange looks through our drunken mess.

“Raw,” we say in unison and buckle up for Ella’s ride.

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E is for “Ex-Factor” #atozchallenge

Ex-Factor

*Niko*

Part 1

Tit for tat is what I wanted and that’s exactly what I got.

Diana is always ready, willing and able…

I had so much pent up rage last night over the Chelsea fiasco that Diana was my first option for stress relief. I called her, she came over and I exhausted her to the point where she just couldn’t take anymore.

When I hear my cell buzz, I brush cross her naked body to grab my cell from the nightstand on the other side of the bed. Diana doesn’t budge nor has she in the past few hours that I’ve been lying here just staring at the ceiling.

My cell screen shows me that Chelsea has called a dozen times since our public blowout at the hotel. Her latest message begs me to call her or she’ll come over to my place.

There is no way in hell that either is happening since I already told security downstairs that I don’t want to see anyone.

I take a deep breath before searching for my name on a variety of social media sites and curse at the growing newsfeeds about the incident.

Shit. How is it that TMZ always gets part of the truth so fast?

Bobby has also been calling so it’s clear that shit has hit the fan hard.

Diana sighs and turns over to cuddle up to me. Then she takes my cell away to look at the newsfeeds herself.

“It will blow over soon. Don’t worry about it sweetie.”

Just as she is about to hand my cell back, another text from Chelsea pops up on the screen. Her fingers start texting way and before I can wrestle the cell away, Diana hits send and hands it back.

“I did what I know you want to do but won’t…” She smiles like the cat who ate the canary as I take a look at what she texted.

Fuck off bitch!

I roll my eyes. “That was uncalled for and she’s going to know that I didn’t send it.”

“How do you know that?”

“It’s not a word I use often, if ever.”

“Whatever! Fuck her. She’ll just know that you’ve already replaced her.”

Uh…replaced? No, not replaced.

“We all warned you about her but you didn’t want to listen.”

“Look, I’m not in the mood for any I-told-you-so shit…”

“Anyways…you’re better off without her.”

Diana leans in for a quick kiss, gets out of bed and stretches to the heavens, naked as the day she was born. The one thing that Diana has that Chelsea never did were the kind of curves I prefer. Not stick thin, meaty enough in all the right places and not looking like she was afraid to have a good meal.

“I’m going to be sore all day from what you did to me last night – you were totally out of control and I loved it. I think that a long hot bath is in order. Care to join me?”

I’m not particularly interested but I fake a smile and shake my head.

“You go on ahead. I’ve got to make a few calls. And then I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“You’re going to make breakfast? You calling me AND homemade breakfast? You should call me more often!” Surprise is written all of Diana’s face. She leans over to give me a more languid and thorough kiss that I barely return.

It hits me pretty quick that offering breakfast is a bit more intimate and that she may be reading more into the situation than there is.

When she disappears into the bathroom, my cell buzzes. It’s Chelsea again.

Who the fuck are you with?

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D is for “Don’t Want To Be A Fool” #atozchallenge

Don’t Want To Be A Fool

*Kiara*

Breaking into Bruno’s apartment is a very, very, very, bad idea but I’m doing it anyways.

I can just see the headlines now – “Crazy doctor arrested for breaking into her doctor boyfriend’s home to search for engagement ring”.

Technically, I have a key so it’s not really breaking in. At least, that’s what I’ve convinced myself of.

I’m just going to let myself in, look around a little and leave. No harm, no foul.

“Are you parked around the corner away from his house like I told you to do?”

Athena’s voice booms in my ear and startles the living daylights out of me. I’ve owned the hands-free earpiece for years but never used it until today. I’m sitting for so long in my car with my hands are gripping the steering wheel and I feel frozen to my seat.

Yeah, this is a bad idea. Everyone knows that curiosity killed the cat.

“Kiki, answer me!”

“Yeah, yeah, I hear you. Remind me why I’m doing this again?”

Athena takes a breath and calmly reminds me. “Because you’re curious and hate surprises. Because you want to know why he’s acting weird. And because you want to know if he’s going to put a ring on your finger.”

“And where do I look first? Maybe his nightstand drawer?”

I feel like some kind of spy talking to her through the earpiece, like I’m in an episode of a television cop show where they are strategizing about their plan of attack.

“No, you stay over there way too often for him to risk an obvious spot like that. If he has a ring stashed anywhere in the house, he would simply hide it somewhere you never go. No offense but Bruno is one of those guys who are smart but really stupid when it comes to being creative. Check the freezer, his underwear drawer and the pocket of his favorite suit as soon as you go in.”

“Uh, okay, I can do this, I can do this…”

“You can only do this if you get your ass out of the car and into the house Kiki…”

Athena is right. I get out, hide my purse under the front seat and head towards Bruno’s place with his key already in my hand. As I walk quickly, the call-waiting beep comes through my earpiece.

“For God’s sake! I keep getting calls from a weird 332 area code.”

“Probably telemarketers. Just ignore it. Do you want me to stay on the line as you look around?”

“No. I can’t multitask like that. I’ll call you afterwards.”

“Okay. Are you sure that Bruno won’t be back until after 7:00PM?”

“That’s what he said. He and his partner are interviewing for a new receptionist at the clinic. With traffic downtown, he won’t be here before that time. Guaranteed. I’ve got a few hours but I don’t plan on looking around for that long.”

“Well, take advantage of the opportunity. I know that I would. Call me as soon as you’re back in the car.”

I figure out how to end the call by touching the edge of the earpiece itself and make my way to the front door. My hands shake as I let myself in. As usual, Bruno’s place is spotless. Everything is in its rightful place so I’m going to need to be extra careful with anything I touch. He could very well notice if I leave something out of place.

My first stop is the freezer. I sift through the frozen dinners, ice cream and veggies and find nothing. In the living room, I check his desk drawer and the storage section of the coffee table. Nothing. In the bedroom, I check both nightstands and then gently rifle through his underwear and sock drawer. I come up empty.

I slide the closet door open and find his suits. I shove my hands into all of the pockets and come up dry until I get to the very last one that he wears the most often. I feel something rigid and with one quick tug, I have a small square ring box staring back at me.

Oh. My. God.

I crack it open and the most beautiful diamond ring is sitting pretty and sparkly in the box. My hands are shaking so much that I always drop the box to the floor.

He’s going to propose. Oh my God, I’m getting married!

I’m excited but still have the wherewithal to take a photo of the ring to show Athena later. I admire it a little more before taking a seat at the edge of the bed to continue staring at it.

Bruno is an overall good guy. I can picture us having a better relationship than the one of toleration that my folks have with each other. We can be happy. When he asks, I can say yes. I will say yes. Yes. 

My heart is still pounding with excitement that I barely hear keys opening Bruno’s front door.

Who the hell is that? It can’t be Alice the cleaning lady. It’s not Friday!

Panicked and like a maniac, I jump up, smooth the spot on the bed where I was sitting and slip the ring box back into the suit pocket.

Shit, shit, shit! Maybe she switched her cleaning day?

The footsteps are headed in my direction, loud and fast and I’m stuck in the bedroom with no escape. My only option is to jump into the closet, close its’ door and crouch down in the corner.

I am so totally busted.

And now my nerves have got me wanting to pee…

If Alice catches me, I’m toast. And when she tells Bruno, he’s going to dump me.

I crouch as far back in the closet I can. My urge to pee slips away from my mind as I hear the fridge door open, close and then the cracking open of a soda pop can.

Alice helps herself to the fridge when she’s here? Okay.

But as the heaviness of footsteps get closer, I quickly realize that Alice’s barely 5’1 ft and 100 pound body wouldn’t make such noise.

It isn’t Alice in the house.

It’s Bruno and he’s home early.

And my cell starts to buzz with that stupid 332 area code number.

Shit.  I’m done…

© Copyright 2019 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved

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