For the past few days, I’ve worried that Victor wouldn’t call me back. To imagine the things we have done together makes my body instantly tingle, and my cheeks warm.
Dad thinks I spent the weekend at Aliyah’s, so it’s hard to ask him if he’s bumped into Dr. Finch while en route to his office at Greco Technologies.
And now that Victor had me ruminating over Mom, I’m beginning to think about the morsels of wisdom she used to say. She was even more knowledgeable than a Pinterest board of quotes for every moment in life. She’d caress my cheek after I had been called polka-dot face in elementary. She had said, “One day you will meet someone who makes you realize how beautiful you truly are…” Mom would make me feel these words no matter how loudly the class laughed at the jokes.
So, I ponder Gina’s words about me giving myself, totally and utterly to Victor. Oh, the absolute vulnerability of it. She had this speech of sorts, a reminder to take me out of my low self-esteem. She would say, “My dearest, Lux, I wish you courage to face challenges with confidence, wisdom to decide your battles, adventure on this journey we call life.” She would pause then kiss my tears away. “Oh, these are the sweetest freckles, Lux,” she would smile in a manner that only allowed you to follow suit. “Now listen to your heart, weigh out risks. Lux, keep your heels, head, and standards high.”
Well, we know I didn’t make do on the heels. Three inches is the most I can do. Mom was fit to be a model, could wear heels taller than Dad and even jokingly said she missed wearing them while whisking brownie batter. Even with smidgens of chocolate and flower on her apron, there was never such a sight as Gina Whitson.
Being with Victor is an adventure. It is as if my body is transported to heaven or an alternate universe. And then he brings me back again each time I cum. I still wonder about the mystery surrounding him. Besides what is available online, only Victor’s commanding behaviors are within my grasp.
Do I know him?
Is it wise to lose myself and feel so totally consumed during sex with someone that I didn’t know anything about? Anyway, for the past 3 days, my mind has been inundated with the way his dick made my body sing. And I just knew that maybe the weekend with him was all I’d be gifted with in this lifetime.
Victor’s little bro invites me over. So, I stand at my closet ruffling through the different items, knowing that I have absolutely nothing to wear. I notice the Manolo box and the dress box that the Butler sent me away with the last time I saw Victor. It seems they don’t allow returns, so I slip the Versace dress over my fresh, dewy skin. The navy-blue number stops right at mid-thigh and is more flattering than hoe-ish. Hadn’t even notice that it has these shimmery flecks of gold and earth tone colors in the silk that also complement me more than I anticipated. Again, I look at the gigantic red-bottom shoes. I consider that there is no way I can wear them. Thinking of Victor, I try to stand up in them.
Wow, so that’s what the air feels like 6 inches taller.
I look at myself in the mirror and bust up laughing, feeling like I’m about to break my ankles. I quickly take them off and place on my newest pair of kitten heels.
I open my bedroom door and slowly creep down the stairs, knowing Dad’s routine to a T. It’s Thursday, there are reruns on TV. He’s chuckling heartily as I slip my coin purse beneath my arm and tries to quietly get to the front door.
“Lux, you’re missing it. I already got the popcorn ready, and there are marshmallows melting in your hot cho…” Dad turns around on key, almost swallowed up in his lazy boy chair. He looks me up and down. “Well, you look beautiful, way too beautiful to be sitting here with your old dad.”
“Hey…”
I’m 22, and yes Dad tries not to be intrusive. So, it takes a second for him to ask my evening plans.
“Well, I’m going out with uh… Doctor Finch,” my eyes rivet away. I’ve had all of two boyfriends in the past. There was prom boy, if you could consider him as such, though he did take my virginity, so I might as well call him boyfriend number 1. And then there was Arnold, so I feel uncomfortable.
“Hmmm, enjoy yourself, Lux. Stay warm.” Dad watches as I smile and leave.
I knock on the suite door and meet Graham. I know he's sweeter than a graham cracker. He’s just that nice, as he welcomes me with warmth. Graham has this aura about him as if he’s a good guy.
“Wow, look at you,” he says at a loss for words.
“Thank you,” I smile. Graham has this kind of softness about him. Then two seconds later, I’m positive that I’ve read him wrong as he tries to flirt with me.
My eyes search the entire living area for Victor. Clearly, he’s not around, but I’m on pause as Graham turns into a little player. “Ummm…”
Graham better keep his little rolling eyes in his sockets, but he stares me up and down. Before I can tell him off, I feel Victor’s presence even before I turn around and see him stepping into the room. Behind him lives sanctuary where he made love to my body all weekend long.
Victor is ever the governing force in another black on black suit. It adds to his mysteriousness. He resembles an undercover operative or secret services to the Royal majesty in England. It all makes my panties wet, just wondering what kind of crazy things would happen if this doctor was indeed a spy. Not that I’m saying his intelligence doesn't do anything for me. Nope. Doctor Victor Finch is every checked box that any woman could possibly desire.
Two hours later, my thoughts have changed. We’ve made it to a rooftop club and the woman that Graham couldn’t stop talking about–who he met while at Starbucks this morning–finally meets up with us. Her name is Suyoung. The Japanese woman’s skin is milky-white. She has dark eyes and jet-black hair that flows down her back. Suyoung is nothing less than beautiful.
Since it’s a chilly fall night, the fire pits are set on low. The liquor flows endlessly and adds to the warmth of the surroundings. We sit on large white wicker chairs in a VIP area that surrounds the entire club. A few wild flowers adorn the edges of the rooftops. I gaze up at the skyscrapers around us. They’ve somehow managed a setup that can block out some of that chill.
Bruno Mars has most of the ladies on the dance floor, except for a select few who think they’re competition enough to flock around our table. If not for Suyoung, they all make me uneasy, with their buzzard like mentality. However, the boys flank either side of us, but you can tell that Suyoung wants Victor even as she sits next to me.
Victor has already tried to get me to dance with him. But if I don’t look him in the eyes, he can’t make me do anything. He’s paying for the fact that all these chicks on top of this building want him!
“Lux,” he starts to ask if I want to dance again. I don't respond. When he tries to pull that move like he did after eating half a meal at ‘Beef’, I turn and strike up a conversation with Suyoung.
“I’m enjoying myself,” she replies to my question, apparently not knowing that it’s disrespectful to talk to someone but not give them your attention.
Graham is on the opposite side of her, looking so utterly left out, as her eyes have been on Victor entirely. Then another woman comes to ask for a seat.
“Sure,” Victor replies.
“So,” I begin to Suyoung, as my lips tense with anger that Victor is flirting with another woman right next to me. Or rather, allowing her to flirt with him.
“I want to dance,” Suyoung says, and stands up abruptly, giving the club a view of her white thong.
I grab my flute of champagne and down the bitter drink. I’ve been trying to be cordial with this woman all night. I’m not a drinker, so hopefully the tipsiness can overtake the desire to pop Suyoung upside her head.
“Yyy… yesss… Suyoung.” Graham starts to get up. As I drown myself in another glass, I finally understand how the sweet guy had turned into a little creepy at the hotel. He is so unsure of himself. If he should flirt, grab a boob, or be that sweet guy I feel that he is somewhere deep within.
“No, not with you. Graham, I want to dance with your brother,” Suyoung replies. Though Usher is crooning loud and clear, you can physically hear Graham’s spirit crushing. Victor shrugs and gets up. Now this self-centered bastard won’t even look me in the eye as he takes Suyoung’s hand.
“Graham…” I begin as tears come to my eyes. Not being much of a drinker, I’ve been mellowed out to the point of waterworks.
“I’m sorry,” he apologizes.
“What have you done wrong?” I ask, eyebrows kneading together. Yes, Graham really is a sweet guy. He just comes on too strong, all in an attempt to have a grain of his older brother’s charm.
Trying to hold back a sob and a vivid image of Victor making love to me, I look at the asshole and Suyoung and ask his brother, “Does Victor do this all the time?”
Graham picks up his shot of vodka and takes it to the head quickly. “Vic, uhhh, he just does what he does.”