Mercy City, Texas
MELAH
People walk with hurried steps for the plane’s tunnel to get off the aircraft. I stand up and the man in the seat next to me gets ready to leave. He bumps up against me and I almost fall to the ground; fortunately, I can maintain my balance.
“Excuse me,” he apologizes.
“No problem,” I respond as butterflies’ flutter around in my belly at the prospect of seeing my husband again.
After receiving a couple more bumps and some apologies as people file in a single line to leave, I try to gather my thoughts, take a deep calming breath, close my eyes, shake my hair a little and exhale to rid my large cluster of tension. I hope my deep breathing exercise technique settles me at least for a few moments until I get to the baggage unloading area and get on the highway to the place I will be staying at.
People seem to have lost the sense, the reason and the respect towards others. I know that I have to include myself in that pack of hungry wolves, so I start walking when I hear the ringtone of my cell phone ringing in my handbag. I take out my cell phone, and I see on the screen a call from "Scott," the supposed assistant my boss assigned me to come with me to Mercy who never boarded the plane. I ignore the call completely; my stress levels are threatening to get the best of me. I feel very tired, and in need of a hot bath, with different questions flooding my mind.
I wait for my suitcase, desperate, hungry and tired. Everybody starts to walk away from the carousel, and I'm still here, waiting for my luggage to arrive. I am desperate. I see my phone running out of battery, and my stress level starts to become uncontrollable. I close my eyes, and take some air in. I open them, and I see my suitcases approaching, two large Louis Vuittons.
I firmly hold one of my heavy suitcases and place it right next to me. I quickly spread my hand and reach for the next one. It is a very fast carousel, but I get it. I turn around with it and Boom! I pound my head really hard. I cannot see what or who it is until I lift my distorted gaze and see a handsome man, tall, black hair that's cut low into a buzz cut, and a charming smile in front of me. For some reason his face seems familiar, although I cannot remember where I know him from. I hold my head trying to ease the heavy impact.
“Are you okay?” he asks, extending his arm to my hair just where I have my hand.
"I think I am.”
“That's good! Let me help you,” he offers, letting his great smile flutter and extending his arms to my suitcases.
“Wow! Well, I appreciate it,” I answer looking for my phone in my wallet. I hold my phone in my hand and it's about to die.
“Melah Kostas, right?”
I look up. “Do we know each other?” I ask.
“Yes, we know each other. I had lots of hair the last time you saw me,” he replies, smiling and rubbing a hand across his buzz cut.
“Of course!” I say, remembering who he is. “You're Keith Barnes, right? We went to high school together, but I was a couple of years ahead of you.”
“Yeah, we did,” he agrees smiling.
“What are you doing here at Mercy? Last I heard you were away in the service.”
“I am but I have some time off. I’m going to surprise my girl for Valentine’s Day. Come on. I'll help you with your bags,” he says, still smiling.
I cannot hide my happiness and excitement at seeing a familiar face in the crowd. He is really a truly handsome man, but not as handsome as Lukas.
“The next flights out of Mercy City are cancelled until further notice,” a voice suddenly announces over the intercom. “Please, stay calm and be alert to the next notifications, thank you,” the voice ends over the airport speaker.
“Oh damn!" I hear someone say beside me. “Hearing that announcement makes me so angry, this means that I have to spend the night here,” the person mutters.
“Well, I think they are going to be stuck here for a while,” Keith says with empathy for the stranded passengers. I felt sympathy for them as well.
“It seems they are,” I agree. I turn my head everywhere trying to find the car rental desk so I can retrieve my keys.
“Do you need something? Can I help?” Keith asks.
“Well, I really need to eat something but that will have to wait,” I say with a smile on my face.
“Follow me. Down that hallway, there's a cafeteria, we can find the best sandwiches in all of Texas here," Keith says as he slides his backpack onto his shoulders.
“Believe me, I am famished, but I have to pick up my car and get going. If we run into each other before I leave, we will have lunch for sure. To catch up, okay?”
“Sure thing, Melah. I’ll see you around. Good to see you again,” he says handing over my bags. We embrace, and I wave at him as he heads out into the storm.
*
The roadway is slippery, caused by the heavy cold rain of the last few hours. Narrowing my eyes and trying my best to get a clear view of the blurred sign ahead, I barely turn my steering wheel a sharp right to take the exit that will lead me into Mercy, Texas. The day that I left this town three years ago it was storming just like it is now. Back then tears fell from my eyes as I rushed from my husband's office. He was wrapped tightly in his assistant’s Cassidy Marlowe’s embrace. Lukas Kostas of Greek descendant was a scoundrel and the only reason I am back in this place is because I'm finally over him. He can have and be with anyone he wants. I never want any part of his ass again, I tell myself with uncertainty running through my veins.
At one time, my love for Lukas was all-consuming, but all that is left is bitterness and anger. Finally, after nurturing my wounds, I am ready to face him like a woman with a backbone and ask for a divorce. The papers are already drawn up by my lawyer. Hopefully, if everything runs smoothly, I will be back on the road in a couple of days ready to give Morris the answer that he's hoping for.
Morris Lloyd is my saving grace. He became my friend in a time of need and I can never repay him for his kindness. Although I owe Morris, I wonder if I will do him an injustice by settling for him just because I hate Lukas. The hate doesn’t take away the imprint of the way he made love to me. I will never forget the feel of my husband's hands over my flesh, leaving a fiery trail wherever he touched. My mind drifts back to the day of Lukas and my second year anniversary.
That morning I got up in such a happy mood. My husband was already in the shower, so I discarded my gown and walked into our bathroom to join him. The bathroom mirrors were fogged up because Lukas loved his water hot. For a moment, I watched his shadow through the glass as he soaped his taut eight pack abs. My nipples became hard just watching him stroke the washcloth over his body with the water dripping down his thick raven black crop of hair that hung to his shoulders. He often wore it in a ponytail, but I loved combing my fingers through his electrical strands. Somehow, Lukas must have felt my presence because he turned towards me, so I could get the full effect of his body and good looks. I stood there with a dripping pussy and a mouth full of saliva from my lust for my husband.
“Come join me,” he pushed the door open and I readily stepped inside. The steam of the shower instantly cloaked us as my husband reached for me. Lukas’s touches always set my heart aflutter. He knew how his heated passionate kisses made me wild for him. Lukas was such a virile man. His lips kissed my cheeks, my neck, and my juices started to flow instantly after just a few gentle kisses from his kissable lips.
My hands mapped their way across his chest before finding their way up to encircle his neck. My legs betrayed me as I stood beneath the shower wrapped in Lukas’s arms. He lifted me around my waist and snuggled his cock against my slick folds. My pointed nipples were flat against his chest. One of his hands stroked downward to my ass cheeks where he squeezed the pliable flesh. My moans seemed to urge him to place his stiffness at my soaked entrance with one upward move, nestling all ten inches of his hardness deeply inside my warmth.
Lukas's cock was embedded tightly, which almost made me incapable of movement, but he lifted my ass and he began to bounce me up and down on his plunging cock. Our slick bodies glistened with water from the steamy shower as well as our lusty desires. Soon we both were bursting into a million pieces as we orgasmed at the same time. Afterwards, I remembered how he took the time to soap my body from head to toe with a soft washcloth. Once I was squeaky clean, he started kissing me again as if he couldn’t get enough of me. I kissed him with just as much fervor as he was kissing me. “I love you so much, Mrs. Kostas. Happy Anniversary, baby,” he said and leaned forward and kissed me repeatedly. Lukas Kostas was my world and I thought I had been his at one time in my life.
I’m not that foolish young woman anymore. I won’t ever be making that mistake again.
The honking of a horn catches my attention. I look up at the traffic light that has turned green. Pressing the gas, I drive on down the street and realize in wonder that I have made it to the center of town without even knowing that I arrived at the place that I once called home. My belly grumbles to let me know that it’s been hours since I ate breakfast. Instead of heading over to the Mercy Inn, I pull over in the parking lot of Milly’s Café. I have missed the food here. I glance up at the overcast sky, pop my umbrella, and fight against the heavy downpour.