“Chocolate High” (2016) – #fiction #fictionfriday

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Chocolate High

“Close your eyes and open your mouth.”

I did as I was told. I felt the warm gooeyness coat my lips, stick to the roof of my mouth and glide onto my tongue. My mouth widened to take it all in and I clasped my lips around it, wanting to savor it a little longer. Then I swallowed.

“It’s good, isn’t it?”

Yes, it was good. And yes, I definitely wanted more. I simply moaned with pleasure.

“Now, tell me it’s the best you’ve ever had.”

His tone dared me to say otherwise. I savored what was left in my mouth and then licked the residue from my lips. I opened my eyes and looked at him.

“Come on, say it.”

I giggled when I saw the serious look on his handsome face. I wasn’t a liar and I wasn’t about to start now.

“I’ll admit that it is very good. But I’ve had better. Sorry.”

“And here I am thinking that I would blow your mind.”

Disappointed, Alejandro placed the fork back onto the dessert plate. I immediately picked it up, dug into the chocolate molten lava cake and brought it to his lips.

“Butter, eggs, sugar, chocolate, fresh raspberries, powdered sugar…I used to be an expert at making these when I was a teenager. This is almost as good as what I used to make. Open your mouth.”

“Shush, don’t let the chef hear you.”

A smile spread across his face before he opened his mouth to receive the fork. We laughed and took turns feeding each other until the cake was a memory and we were suffering from a chocolate high. When I noticed chocolate on the corner of his mouth, I smudged it away with my thumb. Alejandro took hold of it and slowly slide it across his sticky lips. Before I knew it, my thumb was in his mouth and he was sucking the chocolate from it.

His eyes said it all, making me wonder just how sticky things could get in the middle of the empty restaurant.

Marquessa xoxo

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Invisible #abuse #domesticviolence

It’s hard to describe that empty void you feel when you are surrounded by a crowd of people but feel completely alone in the world.

It’s as if the world is whizzing past you while you stand still, unnoticed and simply invisible.

Isn’t it the loneliest feeling in your soul?

Isolation

M xoxo

It Feels Good Until It Doesn’t #abuse #domesticviolence #fictionfriday

When love feels too good to be true, it could very well be that it isn’t true at all.

The Prince Charming, his compliments, thoughtful gifts and flowers can feel oh-so-good until the “love” becomes jealous and controlling.

Love is not controlling and being controlling is not love.

“Jealousy”

Believe Them The First Time #abuse #domesticviolence #fictionfriday

credit and found at: http://www.hypeorlando.com/growing-up-millennial/2014/06/01/three-things-maya-angelou-taught-me/

Such powerful and truthful words.

We are quick to turn a blind eye and give second chances to people who don’t deserve our time, energy and attention.

We often accept and tolerate hateful words, malicious behavior and utter foolishness for the sake of what we think is “love” when it is really a form of abuse.

Love does not feed on chaos and dark energy. Love should not leave you feeling hollow and empty.

Actions speak louder than words and behaviour never lies. So yes, “when someone shows you who they are, believe them the first time”.

“Frankenstein”

M  xoxo

“Just The Two Of Us” #travel #fiction #anecdote

*inspired by a true event

Still Just The Two of Them In 2017 ©2017 Marquessa Matthews.

“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 of course

2018 update : This was written in 2016 and I saw them from a distance last year in 2017. I didn’t bump into these lovely ladies during my most recent trip so I am hoping that it is still just the two of them.

“Looking Up” video©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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“Dear Diary” – What Sandra Thinks @whatsandrathnks #reblog

Think back to your college days…Mine were definitely not as interesting as Sandra’s fictional diary during the A to Z Challenge! Be sure to check out this story! M xoxo

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Below are the links to all of my 2018 A-to-Z challenge posts… Hope you enjoy the story.

Thanks for reading. 

a – arrival
b – beer pong
c – chemistry
d – dorm, donuts and dinner
e – ethan
f – fail
g – girls’ night
h – hannah
i – infirmary
j – jules
k – kiss
l – library
m – melting point
n – nightmare
o – obnoxious
p – party
q – quit
r – relationship
s – solo
t – toxic
u – understand
v – visitor
w – wait
x – xoxo
y – yes
z – zone

what sandra thinks• • •
‘Dear Diary’ is fiction based on actual events.
Any similarities to your college life is purely coincidental.
Any similarities to mine is entirely intentional.

©2018 what sandra thinks

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“Dirty & Flirty” – Part 3- #amwriting #fiction

 

When I felt a presence next to me, I stood up and turned around.

“Delaney, meet Tyler Jordan. Tyler, meet Delaney Davenport.”

We both just stood there and stared at each other in shock for a long moment. A very, very long moment.

The shock on his face transformed into a slow and wicked smile but I couldn’t do the same.

I was beyond mortified.

I was busted.

“Delaney is joining Legal on a contractual basis. I’m looking forward to her working the same “magic” she did with that Toronto file we had last year,” Mr. Bernstein told him.

I was frozen.

What the hell was Tyler doing here? 

The last thing I pictured him doing was “working”. He came from money.

The confusion must have shown on my face. Or maybe my mouth was still open because I could see how thoroughly amused he was. I didn’t even notice that his hand was extended to shake mine. I quickly took it before Mr. Bernstein realized that something was wrong.

“Nice to see you again Delaney.” Tyler enunciated all three syllables of my name as he shook my hand. My mind raced.

Oh God, he wasn’t going to play us off as strangers!

I braced myself for the total embarrassment I was about to feel when he recounted the coffee shop incident. I could hear the flush of the toilet where my professional credibility would soon find itself.

Mr. Bernstein raised his eyebrows curiously as he looked from Tyler, to me, and then back to Tyler.

“The two of you know each other?”

Here we go…

I almost closed my eyes and held my breath, bracing myself for his words.

“You could say that,” Tyler’s eyes were steeled on mine.

When he hesitated to explain, Mr. Bernstein gave him an odd look and then looked down at our hands. That’s when I realized that Tyler hadn’t let go. I extricated my hand from his but he held on for a moment longer and then gave it a soft squeeze.

It was a silent reminder of what I had done to him in the coffee shop.

Touché.

“We went to the same high school.”

He remembered.

I didn’t know if I was more relieved that he hadn’t outted me or surprised that he had remembered our connection.

“And yes Bernie, Delaney can definitely work magic with these hands of hers. She has a way of knowing what people are thinking. Sometimes it’s almost as if she’s psychic.”

Touché. He was on a roll.

When Tyler finally let go, all I wanted to do was slap that arrogant grin off his face.

“What a small world!” Mr. Bernstein was amazed.

“It sure is.” Tyler finally took his eyes off me and turned to Mr. Bernstein. “Didn’t you need this file for your meeting in a few minutes in Patterson’s office?”

Mr. Bernstein looked at his watch and grabbed the file from him.

“You are absolutely right. I almost forgot.”

He turned to me and shook my hand. “Looking forward to seeing you next week.” Then he turned back to Tyler. “Be sure to be a gentleman and escort Delaney on her way out.”

“When am I not a gentleman Bernie? Ms. Davenport and I may even catch up over a coffee first. You still love coffee, right?”

Touché.

This time I gave him the evil eye. I’d had enough. It was time to snap out of my fog.

When Mr. Bernstein left us alone in his office, Tyler followed after him and shut the door.

“What are you doing? Why are you closing the door?”

“Making sure that you can’t run like this morning,” he teased. “And just giving us a little privacy.”

“I didn’t run.” The lie didn’t roll off my lips as well as I would have liked.

Tyler laughed and made his way back over to me. He stood about a foot away and looked down at me.

“You know that’s not true.”

I’d almost forgotten how tall Tyler was. Close enough for me to inhale his cologne, he was purposely creeping into my personal space to see how I’d react.

I stood my shaky ground. “Are you calling me a liar?”

“You said it, not me. What I will say is that you play dirty.” His voice was a deep whisper as he studied me. “Very dirty.”

“How so?” I whispered back.

Why were we whispering? The door was closed.

“That day we met, you really had me going. You even had me up part of the night,” Tyler admitted.

If this was going to be a battle of double entendres, he was going to lose.

“Really? I can’t believe that. I’d think that a guy like you would have much more interesting things keeping you up at night, Mr. Jordan.”

What in the hell was wrong with me? Playing with fire like this at my new job?

He inched a little closer and flashed me a bigger smile. I could easily see how Tyler used his arrogant charm to disarm and disrobe women.

“A guy like me? That sounds a little sinister. You are interesting. But now that we’ve been “officially” introduced, you won’t be keeping me up at night anymore, that is, unless you want to Ms. Davenport.”

There was already almost no room left between us but I stepped forward defiantly anyways.

“Is that some kind of veiled invitation Mr. Jordan?”

I could see that he was fighting the urge to respond.

“Is this the way you always try to impress women?”

“Always. Isn’t it working?”

As we stood there in a silent stand-off, I tried not to notice his blue eyes and how the corners crinkled when he grinned.

“Not at all,” I shot back but feeling a little ashamed at the sinking sensation in the pit of my stomach that argued otherwise.

“Something tells me that’s not necessarily true Ms. Davenport,” he challenged as I felt his eyes slowly travel the contours of my face.

I took a deep breath in and challenged him right back even though my body was enjoying the proximity of his.

“I’ll just have to prove you wrong, won’t I?”

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.

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