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

(Repost)

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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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#TBT – Top Ten Things I Learned Before I Was 10 (And Then Spent Years Unlearning) #truth #untruths #bloggers #bloggersblast

 

Repost from September 2015: This was in response to Day #2 prompt, Write A List, for a WP assignment – I took a slightly different angle. In the future, I may write a post for each one of these points.

A List of the Top Ten Things I Learned Before I Was 10 (And Then Spent Years Unlearning):

1. You can’t be smart and pretty at the same time – make a choice and move on;
2. Only blond-haired blue-eyed girls are pretty;
3. Everyone else’s feelings are more important than yours;
4. When you share your passion for something and you’re laughed at for it, don’t ever “share” again;
5. You’re a geek if you enjoy reading lots of books or prefer books to “hanging out” doing nothing with people;
6. If someone has negative things to say about you, believe them because it must be true;
7. When your instincts tell you that a situation doesn’t feel right, keep it to yourself;
8. Do what is expected and you will eventually learn to live with it;
9. Crying is a sign of total weakness that gets you nowhere – just suck it up; and
10. If you do the same thing over and over again, maybe you’ll get a different result.

What were some of the “truths” you “unlearned” as an adult?

©2015 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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The Things Women Go Through #truestory

In response to “Recreate A Single Day”

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When I felt his eyes on me, I immediately regretted having pushed my to-do list late into the evening hours.

With the change of seasons, it was already getting darker faster and in the badly-lit and bare parking lot, this dude was totally creeping me out. I hustled into the entrance of the hardware store as quickly as I could.

I’m usually aware of my surroundings so that’s how I noticed him almost right away. He had been staring at me as he had approached his car with one lonely bag in his hand. He had popped his trunk, thrown the bag into it and then continued staring. What creeped me out was the “something” in his eyes that I could see through the darkness. It gave me a sick ache in the pit of my stomach.

I was even more creeped out when he slammed his trunk and I realized that he was following behind me.

Strange how your brain processes information really fast when it needs to.

Why is he going back into the store when he just came from there? Is he following me? No, relax and stop being paranoid!

I joined the returns line near the main entrance and waited for what felt like an eternity before nonchalantly turning around to see where he had gone. Our eyes immediately made four. He was about 3 customers away from me in the same line.

What the f***? He’s got nothing in his hands to return…

For the first time in my life, I was glad that it was a long line. It gave me time to think.

Did I tell anyone about my errands and where I was going tonight? Should I call my brother and tell him where I am in case something were to happen? No, that might freak him out.

If I leave the line now, Weird Dude knows where I parked and could simply follow me back to my car…or even home. No, you can’t go straight back to your car.

It was my turn at the cashier. I handed her my bill and credit card and all the while, my thoughts were elsewhere. I looked back. Now, there were about four customers behind him.

As I placed my credit card back into my wallet, I played it cool and walked through the turnstile into the main part of the store. Stopping at the first aisle, I turned around to see that he was unsuccessfully trying to get himself out of the line, first from the back and then from the front. Other customers were getting annoyed with him trying to jostle past them.

I need to lose him. If I walk along the back aisles of the store, it would be easier to do it.

But as I did, I realized that with only one set of exit doors, he could be waiting there or even near my car. I immediately regretted wasting time and not going back directly to my car in the first place.

I called a friend who stayed on the line with me as we tried to decide on my next move.

And that’s when I decided to act like a creep myself.

I shadowed a man and his young son who was enjoying a lollipop headed in the same direction as my car. Fortunately, the man didn’t realize that I was invading their personal space but I was close enough for the child to eye me suspiciously as if I was about to steal the lollipop out of his hand.

Sorry kid, I’d rather be safe than sorry.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Originally posted on September 24, 2015

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Gone #fiction #fictionfriday #abuse

I studied the shadows of his face and wondered what I had ever seen behind those evil eyes…

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I inhaled deeply, wanting to take in the scent of his cologne that I had come to dislike so much, wanting to remember every second of this last encounter.

I tilted my chin upwards to him for a goodbye kiss before I went through the gate, knowing that this simple action would make him do the complete opposite. He leaned down and planted a light kiss on my forehead instead, just as I had predicted.

“Have a good flight. Give me a call when you get home.”

I smiled to myself, the shaking of my head was slight and uncontrollable.

He frowned. Of course, my smile annoyed him.

“What are you smiling at?”

I shrugged my carry-on and purse back onto my shoulder to stop them from slipping off. This time I smiled directly at him and looked him straight in the eye. I studied the shadows of his face and wondered what I had ever seen behind those evil eyes.

“Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Take care of yourself Dex.”

I turned around, handed the boarding pass that had been burning a hole in my hand to the gate attendant and slowly walked away.

“Wait. Delaney! Wait!”

I could hear the mistrust and confusion in his voice as I continued down the jetway. He was tuned into the heartless vibe I knew I was giving off.

“Delaney!”

I didn’t look back. I no longer felt lost.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Right Reserved.

Originally posted on April 9, 2015

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Woman to Woman #abuse #fiction #notlove #fictionfriday

He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard, a clear message that I was to go nowhere…

*Trigger warning – this fiction speaks to abuse and domestic violence*

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“You need to stop embarrassing me like that in front of my friends. Do you understand?” Dex whispered in my ear as if English was not my first language.

He held me so tightly on the dance floor that I could barely breathe. The smile plastered on his face almost hid just how angry he really was. I had no energy left to fight.

“All you had to do was agree with what I said. You made me look like an idiot.”

“All I did was offer my opinion.”

“Well, no one was interested in your opinion. Stop looking so sour and put a smile on your face.”

We fell silent as we danced and I wished for the song to never end. The sooner the song was over meant the sooner we would return to the table and finish dinner with Laura and Mike. And the sooner dinner was over meant the sooner I would pay for my invisible crimes when Dex and I left the restaurant.

The song ended and we returned to the table.

“I was just telling Laura how stunning you are, Delaney. And intelligent too. You lucked out when you found this one Dex.”

I smiled at the compliment and picked up my fork to place a small slice of the cheesecake that we had ordered for all of us to share onto my plate.

“When are you going to “put a ring on it” Dex?” I almost choked on my bite but Dex didn’t flinch at Mike’s teasing.

“When she learns to get a little willpower and lay off the desserts long enough to fit into a future wedding dress.” His eyes went from mine to the fork in my mouth and back to my eyes. When the table fell into an awkward silence, Dex laughed it off with a wave of his hand. “Just kidding of course.”

I put the fork down and swallowed hard. Laura searched my eyes as if she were looking for a clue into my thoughts.

“Delaney is perfect just the way she is. You should know better than to say something like that Dex.” Laura was obviously annoyed.

“Oh come on Laura, chill. I was just joking around.”

Dex turned to me and nodded. “You know how I joke around, right?”

I knew better than to not agree. I nodded and averted my eyes from Laura’s stare.

“Delaney knows that I love her just the way she is, even with a few extra pounds.”

Laura eyes widened and I saw her take a deep breath before opening her mouth again.

“You don’t have an ounce of fat on your body,” Laura said directly at me. “Dex needs glasses or is just simply delusional. In either case, don’t you listen to him.” Laura’s statement was meant to be “light” but the vibe at the table had definitely changed. Mike shifted uncomfortably in his seat as he eyed his wife cautiously.

Laura patted the corners of her mouth with her napkin and placed it next to her plate. “I need to freshen up. Delaney, let’s go to the ladies room.”

Dex’s hand flew under the table. He grabbed my thigh and squeezed it hard, a clear message that I was to go nowhere. “Why don’t you finish your dessert?”

Laura got up and circled the table to where I was. She grabbed my hand and pulled me up. “Dessert means extra pounds, remember?”

Before I knew it, Laura had dragged me to the ladies room and I could feel Dex’s eyes piercing holes in my back.

Once in the ladies’ room, Laura took me to the far corner, as if she thought Dex would follow and try to eavesdrop through the door.

“I know that we have only met a few times and that Dex and Mike are really good friends. But I need to be blunt with you, woman to woman. Sweetie, you have a major problem that you need to get rid of and he is sitting right next to you at that table.”

I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know where to begin. The room felt like there was no air and my eyes were suddenly burning.

“Delaney, it has been a while since Dex has brought a girl around for us to meet and there is a reason for that. If we are meeting you more than once, it is because he is more serious about you than the others we have met over the years. Look, this is not my first rodeo. You are too kindhearted and sweet for Dex. He is broken and can’t be fixed, okay? Like I told the last girl, don’t walk away from Dex. Run.”

I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. And I knew she was right.

“Do you understand me? You can not be with him.”

We looked at each for what seemed like an eternity until there was a loud knock at the door.

“Delaney! Laura! We are going to finish off all of the cheesecake without you girls. What are you two doing in there? Putting on entirely new faces?”

Laura never took her eyes off of mine and whispered, “Do you understand me, Delaney?”

©2017 Marquessa Matthews

Originally posted on April 14, 2015.

 

 

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I’ve Never Been with a Black Girl #black #swirling #race

He was very pretty to look at and I was hoping there were brains to back up that face…

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At a local café, somewhere near the end of a first lunch date:

“I’ve never been with a Black girl before.”

I wasn’t surprised that “swirling” was new for him. The popularity of “Scandal” had seemed to open up a whole new world of dating doors for Black women.

“Well, there’s a first time for everything.”

I decided to assume that his use of “been” really meant “dated”, otherwise he would have been getting way ahead of himself. He was very pretty to look at so I was hoping there were brains to back up that face.

“Wait until I tell my friends!”

Huh?

He sounded like he was a five year old who couldn’t wait to show off a new toy at Show and Tell.

Any hope I possibly had flew straight out the window.

Needless to say, there was no second date.

©2017 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

Originally posted September 24, 2015

Note: This piece is to simply reflect some of the stupid things Black women may have heard. I am “pro-swirl” and in favor of ALL WOMEN who choose to be with someone who loves, respects and treats them like the Queens they are. Content of character above the color of someone’s skin…

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