Chapter 55: Chapter 55
I look at him.
"What?"
"The movie."
"It is nice." I reply. "A little unconventional but still nice." I honestly comment like I am leaving a rating on a app or website.
"I’m talking about the depicted romance." He says. "Is it something you would one day wish to experience?" The air thickens with something I cannot quite name. "Do not get me wrong. I’m just curious." I wonder if that is something to be curious about. I answer, "No. Not quite."
"Why? That kind of romance is idolized especially by girls."
"Well I don’t, because.... it is not ideal. I hate toxicity. Love, infatuation, attraction..... whatever feeling. It is should be true, kind and patient. Anything below and mostly beyond that crosses boundaries that will be harmful to the other person involved." My history on that comes up again in my head. It makes me wonder if there will ever come a day or a way that I will forget it. Or recall it without feeling stiff from the trauma. "Extreme jealousy. Possessiveness. Anger, and a penchant for inflicting pain. When you add all of those up, it amounts to more than toxic."
"Sounds like you have experienced something like that." I know he would catch on. I spoke too deeply. "I cannot say I have. I cannot also say I haven’t. But believe me when I say it was the worst thing ever." I say in a tone of finality and faced the window. Staring at the blur of the streetlights like I wanted to be a part of them.
CALYX
I continue snapping my hips forward, ignoring the desperate whimpers of the hooker. I kept on slamming into her. Fisting a handful of her red hair and yanking her head back. But that wasn’t violent enough to get rid of the feral hunger and anger swirling inside me. My hand move to her neck. My fingers tightening around it in a firm grip. And at the same time increasing my pace. Her eyes went wide gazing back at me in horror. Her cries were more desperate now. But I pay no attention to it.
Feeling that familiar tingling at the base of my spine gets me going even harder. I let out a sharp groan as I finish. I roll of her and get up to go discard the condom in the bathroom. I take a quick shower and come back out in a robe. The hooker was still sprawled on my bed. She flashes a seductive smile upon seeing me. I barely look at her. I unlock my shelf and bring out my cheque book and a pen. I scribble on one, tore it out and threw it next to her. Her eyes widens in astonishment upon seeing the amount. "Be gone by the time I get back." I say to her. I press on a remote for the blurred out glass wall section in the sitting room to be transparent. It overlooks a small clear lake seven feet below and gives a panoramic view of the trees and rocks. The very best place that money can buy in Carnegie Hill. I stand there, a glass of whiskey and the bottle in hand, drinking and thinking. It was at that moment that I remembered that I haven’t called Sam. He was coming to see me at the company today. But he suddenly got something he had to attend to. I get my phone and dial his number. He picks up at the third ring. "Hey yo bro, wassup?" He speaks in a lively tone The club background is rowdy like always. "Hey clubbie." I respond with a smile as I swirl the glass and watch the whiskey go round in it. He laughs. "Hey, what about that hooker I sent you? Have you had her yet? How was she?"
"Not bad."
"I told you she is great at it."
"I wouldn’t exactly call her service that. Send someone else next time." I take a sip from my whiskey. Just then I hear a voice screaming in the background. "Having fun Gweneth?"
"Hell yeah!" I freeze when I hear her voice. It is unmistakably hers. I frown. Is she....?
"Gotta go. The club is extremely busy today."
"Wait—who was that?"
"What?"
"The person you just spoke to and the name you called." I point out.
"Oh? Gweneth? Did her name get to you?" He laughs again. "Don’t even bother asking for her man. She is not a hooker."
"Then why is she there?"
"Why are you so curious about her? Listen, all I can tell you is that she is not a stripper, hooker or whatever. Am just babysitting her for the moment. Bye." The line went dead. I spoke hello into the line several times before I acknowledged that he had ended the call. Gweneth. Gweneth. Gweneth. It is a rare name. It cannot be a namesake. She has her voice too. What is she doing there? Alright, get it together. Whether she is there or not is none of your business! Relax. Do I relax and get my head together? A huge no. Soon I am pacing up and down in my living room. I just can’t relax knowing that she is there. Two minutes later I was in my closet, hurriedly changing into clothes. I’m stepping out for a bit.
Three minutes later, I am in my car heading to the location. This is stupid. Batshit crazy. The fact that I don’t even have a reason is more stupid and crazy.
I push back thinking of what I would do when I see her. I only just want to see her for now.
She is at a fucking nightclub! What if she gets assaulted? Who is she with? I will be able to relax if I see that she is safe with whatever bimbo that took her there.
Wait..... could it be that she is dating Sam? No that can’t be right. Earlier he said he was babysitting her.
It had better be that way.
And I will also use the opportunity to see Sam and have a drink or two in that rowdy hell place. See?
Am not crazy. Seeing her is not the only reason I’m heading there. I’ve got so many reasons now.
My mind is not taking that good at all. Which is why I am flooring the engines to minimize the drive to Cherry which is over an hour drive from the remote lakeside villa.
Breezing past traffic signs and check points like a tornado. The police know better than to chase a car going past 200mph. I am coming Gweneth. Don’t you dare leave there before I arrive!
It seems I will forever be the tenacious predator who can’t let go of his prey. This particular prey.
