“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.

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 (originally posted on September 27, 2016)

 

 


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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.

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Z is for “Zero Gravity” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “You Look Good In My Shirt.”

Zero Gravity (Delaney)

I sat at the gate with my boarding pass at the ready.

But was I really ready?

The waiting area was overflowing with travelers. I distracted myself by analyzing the emotions I saw on the faces and conversations around me.

The newlyweds sitting across from me couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The older couple to my left were headed to a funeral. After being banished for a month to her grandparents in Gurabo, the teenage girl face-timing to my right was ecstatic to get back home to the boyfriend her parents didn’t want her to have.

I wondered what they saw on my face when they looked at me.

A woman wanting to stay in a paradise that felt too good to be true with Alejandro, Nate and Alma?

Or a woman longing to get back to the cozy life she’d just created for herself and to Tyler who kept life interesting?

The ringtone for Ella startled me and I scrambled to answer my cell. No “hi”, “hello” or “how are you?”, Ella was straight to the point.

“Are you staying or leaving?”

“I’m actually sitting at the gate like an idiot, not knowing what I should do.”

I heard Ella sigh in the way she always did when the answer was clear to her but for no one else.

Zero gravity.”

“What?”

“You don’t know your up from your down Laney. You know that I’m not into all this love shit, but maybe this is the time you need to go with your heart and not with your head. Home is not a place, it’s a feeling.”

Ella hung up, leaving me to marinate in her non-advice.

I looked down at my boarding pass, closed my eyes and tried to hear what my heart was saying.

My head knew exactly what I should do but my heart whispered that it had other plans.

The End…for now. Thanks for reading! This storyline will be made into a novella in the near future.

©2016 Marquessa Matthews. All Rights Reserved.



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Y is for “You Look Good In My Shirt” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “XO”

You Look Good In My Shirt (Alejandro)

Delaney was breathtaking standing in the doorway. It almost hurt to look at her.

Barefoot, messy hair, barely any make-up and wearing one of my shirts that fit her more like a mini dress…

“We need to do this more often. You look good in my shirt.”

She laughed, twirled and then waved her stained clothes at me.

“You spilling red wine all over me? I don’t think so. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that you did it on purpose Alejandro.”

But I hadn’t and she knew it. I’d tripped over one of Nate’s toys just as I was handing her a glass and the contents had splashed on her shirt and capri pants. After it happened, Nate quickly vanished for fear of being disciplined. I’d warned him more than once about leaving his toys around.

“Where’s your washing machine? Maybe I could soak these down and see if they are salvageable.”

I jumped up and grabbed at the clothes.

“No need. Alma will take care of it.”

“I can do it myself. You don’t have to ask Alma,” she started to protest but I quickly placed a finger on her lips.

“And you don’t have to be so independent all the time. Once and a while, just let someone else handle things. Let me take care of you.”

Delaney smiled but rolled her eyes and reluctantly handed me her clothes. I went to find Alma who was more than happy to get the stains out. As I walked back outside to the deck, I stopped to watch Delaney leaning against the railing and looking out at the ocean. Delaney never got tired of the view and I never got tired of watching her enjoy it.

My eyes glided over her body and down the length of her smooth bare legs. I didn’t want to imagine the day that she would no longer be around but our days were numbered. I brushed up next to her.

“You should go talk to Nate. He probably thinks that you’re upset at what happened,” she said.

Delaney was tuned into Nate. Not even his own mother had that ability. Instead of being upset about her outfit being ruined, Delaney brushed it all off like water on a duck’s back.

“No, not yet. He’s in his room and should have a little time to reflect on why I keep telling him to put his toys away.”

Delaney didn’t argue and we stood in silence for a while. That’s what I loved about being with her – words weren’t always necessary for us to talk.

I took her hand and lead her to the hammock. I settled myself in and helped her do the same alongside me. We swayed and swayed, saying nothing but my mind wandering to the future when she would be gone.

I couldn’t help myself anymore and asked her what I had always wanted to know.

“Laney?”

“Uh huh?”

“Tell me what you don’t want me to know.”

I felt her body stiffen. Just when I’d thought that I’d overstepped our bounds, her body relaxed and she looked up at me.

“Okay.”

As I looked into her pretty brown eyes, I was no longer sure if I truly wanted to know. None of it would matter if Delaney stayed.

I needed her to stay.

I needed to give her a reason to stay.

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X is for “XO” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “Video”

XO (Delaney)

The kitchen hummed with the sounds of sizzling oils and hissing pots. Alma was cooking up a storm for dinner and the smells of adobo and sofrito filled the air making me hungry. Nate and I were sitting at the table trying to make sense of a Disney puzzle I’d bought him and Alejandro was off somewhere returning calls.

Whenever I was here, I was welcomed like part of the family. I always felt like I was at home.

“Are you going to be my new mamá?”

My heart stopped and Alma spun around from the stove. She probably looked as shocked as I felt. The pot spoon Alma was holding dripped sauce onto the floor. I put down the puzzle piece in my hand.

“Uh, why are you asking Nate?”

Innocence was written all over his little face, oblivious to the heaviness of his question. He continued putting the puzzle together.

“I heard tío Ric say that you’re papá‘s girlfriend.”

Is that what I was?

“Uh….You already have a mommy Nate.”

“I know but if you get married, you’ll be my mommy too. And I heard papá say that you’d be a wonderful mamá.”

Out of the mouths of babes…

I looked at Alma who raised her eyebrows, tried to hide a smile and spun back around to mind her own business. Silence hung in the air as I tried to wrap my head around what Nate had said.

When Alejandro sauntered into the kitchen, shoving his cell back into his pocket, Alma and I both stared at him. She giggled and turned her attention back to her pots.

I looked at him, not sure of what I should say, if anything. I hoped that Nate wouldn’t repeat himself or I’d absolutely die.

Alejandro took one look at Alma and me and frowned.

“What’s going on? Did I miss something?”

I didn’t dare say a word and neither did Alma.

Continuation – “You Look Good In My Shirt.”

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W is for “What Goes Around…Comes Around” (2016) – #atozchallenge @AprilA2Z

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Continued from “Trouble”.

Note: You were probably expecting a little Justin Timberlake but “what goes around comes around” is the chorus from a Celine Dion featuring Diana King song, “Treat Her Like A Lady” – I’ve always liked the lyrics… 

What Goes Around …Comes Around (Victoria)

“Which one is Tyrone?”

“What?”

As the two monstrous men got him dressed, I was horrified at how he looked like a lifeless rag doll.

What had I done?

“I heard you say that it was time to call Tyrone again.”

“Oh…there’s no “Tyrone”. It’s a phrase from an Erykah Badu song, probably not your style of music,” Ella chuckled.

I didn’t ask but assumed that Ella’s two burly boys worked at the club. They had already taken all of the garbage bags away and now they were back. My heart pounded in my chest and I suddenly regretted having called her.  I had no choice but to ask before they took him away.

“Ella, what are you going to do with him?”

I’m not going to do anything, Vicky. The boys will do what they need to do.”

Each man took an arm and lifted him off of the bed to a standing position. They were so huge that they made the move look effortless. Before I knew it, it was just Ella and I left in the bedroom.

“Are they going to hurt him?”

I was starting to feel sorry for him. Ella shook her head.

“Trust me Vicky. They won’t hurt him. They will take him home, wait for him to wake up and calmly explain why it would be in his best interest to stay the fuck away from you from now on.”

From my apartment, I had a perfect view of the street. I scurried over and watched as they loaded his body into the back of a shiny black SUV. No one was around but even if they had been, in the dark of the evening, it would have looked like they were helping a drunk friend into the vehicle. When the SUV sped away, I turned back to Ella.

“What are they going to tell him?”

“I don’t know. But it’s not their first time at the rodeo doing something like this. They handle creepy dudes and stalkers at the club all the time. Don’t sweat it.”

My face must still have looked horrified because she continued.

“I’m sure it will be simple enough for the asshole to understand. If he ever contacts you again, they’ll promise to pay him a not-so-friendly visit. But Vicky, you need to promise me that you won’t take him back.”

Ella waited expectantly for my agreement.

“That won’t happen Ella. Why would I do something stupid like that?”

“Why? Because breaking up with a loser is sometimes easier said than done. I’ve done stupid, crazy shit on an ordinary day that I regretted – more than once. Men with a chip on their shoulder can be dangerous. No contact with him is the only way to go. Promise me?”

I nodded.

“I promise.”

“Good.”

Ella pulled out her cell again and scrolled through her contacts. I immediately got worried. Maybe Ella had changed her mind and would tell the boys to drop him off in a ditch somewhere or off the bridge.

“Who are you texting?”

“A locksmith that I know. The loser has keys and you need to change your locks asap. What you’ve got now are cheap and flimsy. ”

Ella was confident in her words as she texted away. I knew better than to argue.

“How much is that going to cost?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it covered Vicky. This guy owes me more than one favor. Fuck, I’m starving. What have you got to eat around here?”

Ella dragged me to the kitchen where I watched her open the fridge and rummage around like she hadn’t eaten in days. She grabbed a bottle of wine and plunked it down in front of me with a glass.

“Have a glass and take the edge off.”

Ella grabbed some left over Chinese I had in the fridge, smelled the contents and almost gagged. She promptly tossed it into the garbage.

“Are you in the mood for pizza?”

I still couldn’t get over how Ella was acting like it was a normal evening for her. Ella ordered from the trendy place a few blocks away while we waited for her locksmith to turn up.  She grabbed a bag of chips from the counter and started to fill her mouth.

“What happens if he doesn’t take their warning?”

“If he’s that stupid, the boys always have a Plan B.”

“Meaning what?”

“Let’s just say that if a picture speaks a thousand words, a dozen pictures of him in a compromising position will set him straight.”

I could feel my eyes doubling in size. Before I could ask her to explain, a smirk spread across Ella’s face. She stuffed more chips into her mouth and then rubbed her stomach.

“The prick should have know that what goes around comes around. If he steps out of line, he’ll find out the hard way.”

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