There was Don Perignon and a pack of strawberry scented cigarettes on the table. The whole room was dark, except for the disco ball hanging on the ceiling that had been eliciting red and blue lights. There was an old bible tucked somewhere inside one of her drawers and it reminded her that what she was doing was actually wrong – that she was, in fact, doomed to be put in the pit of fires. Still, that thought never ebbed the thrill in the blonde’s bones.
“I wanna see what’s underneath that underwear.” That raspy voice had came out; Cate wore her smirk a little too sexy as she sat – manspreading – on her chair.
The girl stripping on the floor, just a meter away from her, was waking the inner call of her flesh and each time, she was reminded of grave, death and fire. Still, she felt nothing, but excitement. The scene unfolding in front of her was what she needed for it helped her forget, and helped her to not hate herself for the things that happened.
“Wish granted.” The woman, a brunette, probably in her mid-twenties threw her thong away and she stood there, grinding her body like the slut that she was, in front of Cate.
Cate’s lips hung in lust as she watched the woman sexily swaying her hips. She gave another smirk as the woman, who was already naked, sat on the floor with her legs apart. The blonde could see the glistening core of the woman as she sat there and the thought of it made her blood boil. She wanted it. She wanted that. On her seat, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse as her eyes remained on the woman in front.
“Touch yourself. Let me watch how wet you can be.” The blonde ordered as she put down her top on the floor, “Show me what a good girl you are and I’m willing to pay you three times more of what we have agreed.” She added hungrily.
The woman smiled at what she heard and it did not take too long for her to bury her fingers deep in her own cunt. Cate had her eyes glued on the scene in front, but as she watched, the chaos of her mind was too loud for her to even enjoy. Despite her eyes all fixed on the woman, her mind wandered off back to the pages of her and Sandra’s forgotten story. And on her seat, with the prostitute fucking herself in front of her, the blonde tried so hard not to cry as regrets slowly crept into her skin.
The night was fun. In her black slit gown, the blonde stumbled her way into their apartment. It was already three in the morning – the whole world was asleep – still, she could hear the echoes of their giggles from the after party of the premiere night that she attended to. She was sure her girlfriend had already fallen asleep, and so she crept into their apartment making sure the sound of her heels would not reach the bedroom. When she had finally closed and locked the door, the blonde blew a sigh as she took off her stilletos. The relief from freeing her feet from what felt like cages ran through her. As the cold tile reached her feet, she felt the immense need for water. She needed water. It was at that moment that she remembered she hadn’t drank water the whole night. The blonde then trudged her way to the kitchen, but as she passed the living room, Sandra was there, sleeping tightly on the couch, with Cate’s blanket wrapped around her.
The blonde sighed, heavenly and dulcet as she saw the saccharine view in front of her. What on earth did she do to have been blessed by so much beauty of a girlfriend? The blonde slowly crept her way towards Sandra and knelt in front to admire her beauty. The golden moon outside casted a soft glow upon the delicate features of Sandra as she peacefully slumbered on the couch, transforming her into a mesmerizing vision of serenity and grace. It was no denying that the brunette was truly an ethereal beauty, even in her slumber. Her eyelashes fluttered softly against her porcelain cheeks, framing her closed eyes like delicate butterfly wings. Her lips rested slightly parted, as if whispering secrets to the night. Every curve and contour of her face, delicately kissed by the moonlight, became a masterpiece in itself that Cate didn’t help herself as she gently placed a soft kiss on her girlfriend’s cheek.
“I’ll do my things faster so I can carry you into the bed.” Cate mumbled softly before she stood up and continued her way towards the kitchen; she missed her, missed her so much upon realizing that she was so busy with her career and that she hadn’t made time for her the past few weeks.
But as Cate reached the kitchen, she stopped. The view of the kitchen shattered her being. Her skin felt too thin, too flimsy and all of a sudden, it felt like it was suffocating her. Her heart rattled against her chest and out of spite to herself, she so wanted to grab it out and throw it against the wall. The blonde slowly hung her lips as the realization hit her. July 26. How could she fucking forget?
On the table was this beautiful dinner that was left untouched. There was also a sleeping Don Perignon on the bucket. The candle that had been lit died and melted like snow on the table. On the other side of the kitchen, there was a box of cake and two bouquet of flowers – tulips and peonies – probably from the hospital where her girlfriend was doing her residency. On her place, Cate’s tears started to fall on by one. It was already bad enough that she didn’t celebrate her birthday with her girlfriend. And now, she totally forgot her girlfriend’s birthday.
“Baby…” Cate’s face was full of tears as she ran towards the sleeping brunette on the couch, “I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry. I’ll make it up to you. I promise. I’m sorry. I feel so bad. I’m sorry.” She rambled as she hugged Sandra’s waist whilst her face was buried on the brunette’s chest.
The brunette woke up, shocked by the crying blonde, but as she heard the apologies coming out of her lips, she knew instantly what she was sorry about. Despite the hurt brewing inside Sandra’s heart, she gave her a smile.
“It’s okay. Stop crying.”
“I can’t greet you now.” Cate sobbed, “It’s already July 27.”
Sandra slowly sat on the couch and when she did, she cupped the blonde’s face and wiped her tears, “Just promise you’ll celebrate my birthday with me next year.” She mumbled and as those words came out of her lips, so did her tears, “Because…I missed celebrating birthdays with you.”
“I promise.”
That dawn, they opened Don Perignon. Days turned to months until next year came and when it did, they both didn’t celebrate each other’s birthday like they both had said. On Cate’s birthday, she was fucking another woman. And on Sandra’s birthday, there she was alone in her new apartment, with an untouched cake on her table.
“Fuck. Fuck. Shit. That’s it daddy.” The prostitute was on her lap, grinding on the toy in between the blonde’s legs, “Fucking hell. God. You’re hitting me –”
“Leave.”
The woman stopped, all sweaty and shocked, “What?”
The blonde closed her eyes in frustration as she pulled out the toy and pushed the woman to get off her, “I said leave.”
“But we’re not yet –”
Cate turned her back on her as she walked towards the door and opened it, “Well, I’m done with you.” She opened the door wider, subtly telling her to fucking get out, “There is a stash of money in my living room table, get it and go the fuck out, please.”
The woman, although shocked, picked up all her things right away. The way the blonde spoke sounded so much like a warning and so the woman went out of the room as quickly as she could. When the woman left and Cate was sure she had gotten out of the house, the blonde slowly walked back to the table in the room. The stillness of the whole space shattered when she picked up the unopened Don Perignon and threw it angrily across the wall. The glass shattered in shards and it’s content spilled like tears on the floor. Like the shattered bottle Don Perignon, Cate’s heart was sure one too. Her tears had fallen out as she started to feel the loneliness and regrets, but instead of sobbing like a little kid in her bedroom, the blonde picked up her clothes on the floor, wore it as fast as she could before grabbing her car key and out she went. She needed to see her.
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