The Game Of Lust

The Boiling rage

strode pass his office , towards mine which was a few meters away. I crashed tiredly on my chair, in toe crushing stilettos. I began to second guess my new image, it was not as merry as I had imagined.

I had early convinced myself to ignore Mr Harrison but flashes of our passionate night replayed graphically in my head making it difficult for me to face him, regarding the dreadfully silent way our night ended.

Still I found myself staring into his office, he was on the phone, he had that look on his face, that cold, emotionless look that had everyone on their toes.

He glanced towards my direction and our eyes met in a tremendously awkward stare, I hastily took my eyes away and began my work.

I still had no answer for him and it bothered me greatly that I even thought of considering his offer.

Thankfully the Weekend was close and I looked forward to it hoping it would rescue me from the awkward atmosphere at work.

“Hey Regina!” Denis called, leaning into my office. Denis was a colleague, he was also in the same department as myself, we directed and supervised the making of product commercials and advertisements, we pitched ideas for the clients and they'd decide which idea is close to their expectations.

Afterwards a budget is organized by another department depending on how big the commercial would be, the set, cast and equipments needed would be arranged by another department, after all the preliminaries have been done, we go into the making for the commercials with the specialists needed on set, from there it is tranfered to the editing department, to smoothen out the audio, edit out the green screen and so many other tedious tasks.

Our most recent job was a new drink, my department designed the Logo and the packaging a few weeks back but this time around we were organizing the set to create a commercial for the caned alcoholic drink called ‘Steton’ by a company that had made several other popular drinks.

“The food stylist has finally arrived,” he said

I stood from my office and tailed closely behind him.

The drink was set on the table, we couldn't afford to refrigerate the drink knowing it would turn into a mess as it begins to melt, so to save ourselves the stress, we got a food stylist, whose job is to make the food or drink as aesthetically pleasing as possible. His task was to create a cold looking effect on the can which he then began to carefully place small dots of glycerin on the can and also sprayed it mildly on the body.

Resulting in a room temperature drink that looked fresh out of the refrigerator. Afterwards the filming began and was over sooner than we expected.

Unable to get home cause of the bad weather, I spent that night at Vivian's place. It was a horrible mess, with piles of books and clothes scattered around, it was far too impossible for Vivian to clean up after herself so I do it instead. I liked a clean environment and whenever something was out of place I'd have a hard time functioning until I do what needs to be done. I was always busy at her place, rearranging her kitchen cabinets so many things.

“May be you should hire me as a help instead of a friend,” I snapped as she laid down on couch with her legs spread wide and across different ends of the chair.

“you're the one refusing to sit your busy ass down!” She replied, she grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the vacuum cleaner and into the couch with her.

Our favorite show was on, The Battle Of The Drag Queens. The show was just about men dressing other men as glamorous as they could, and teaching them the drag walk.

A set of judges would then evaluatet and decide who moves closer to the hefty cash and endorsement price.

We all knew It was an overly dramatic show but that was the attraction.

“So how's work?” she asked, passing me a bag of chips.

“Its great.” I answered, my eyes darted back to the Tv, attentively dismissing any possibility of her asking me about my boss.

But there was no stopping Vivian.

“So your boss isn't bullying you anymore?” She asked despite my efforts to deflect. I wanted to tell her about the night I spent with him and how I felt but I couldn't, she would be dissapointed in me.

“Not intentionally I guess.”

“Regina if he's doing anything to you you need to tell me,”

“Do you want a drink.. I'm gonna go get us some drinks” I quickly stood and hurried to the kitchen, I opened the fridge and there was nothing in but a slice of old cheese.

“lets go grocery shopping!” she said, I was startled by her voice thinking I was alone and away from her investigative questions.

“sure. ” I replied.

At the grocery store, she sat in the cart while I pushed her around the aisles. She reached out to the chelf and took a giant bag of chips, a box of cookies, whip cream, chocolate bars, and candy.

“what do you need so much junk food for?!” I yelled, snatching away the second bag of chips and returned it back to the chelf.

“It fuels the artistic process,” she smiled sheepishly

“What? that's really dumb”

She reached for a jar of more cookies, I quickly wheeled her away from the aisle to prevent her from adding more snacks into the cart.

“Hey.. That one was chocolate chip!”

“Do you spend all your money on junk food?”

“well I spend it supplies then…junk food.”

“What does your mom think?”

“She'd eat me alive but you know we don't speak anymore,” Vivian's tone went somber, “she still got me something for my birthday.”

“what did she get you?”

She pulled out a necklace from inside her sweatshirt, “She got me this.” it was a silver necklace with a ring at the bottom.

“It Use to be my dad's ..I guess she didn't need it anymore,” she looked away with rage in her eyes,

“Maybe she wanted to remind you of him.”

“I never forgot him, she did!”

“Viv, You're gonna have to talk to her at some point.”

She looked at me and sighed softly,

“you're right but I'm not ready yet.”

“Thats fine, one day you'll be ready and I'll be there with you.” I placed my hand on her hooded head as she nodded stubbornly.

“You're such an idiot.”I laughed.

The next day was a sunny Saturday, the one sunny day of the entire week as it poured heavily on the other days, I received Alfred's wedding invitation letter and the brides dress.

It was an odd shade of blue, I rushed to try it on but it couldn't contain all of my breasts as it left the top spilling out carelessly, it was far too tight to sit in.

the door bell rang startling me from my silent fit of rage. I struggled to unzip the dress before attending to whoever was knocking bit after several failes attempts I waddled to the door and unlocked it.

It was Matt standing at the other side of the door, in grey shorts and a blue T-shirt. He let out a snorting chuckle as he noticed my outfit.

“how on earth did you wiggle yourself into this dress? ” he fought back the laughter gathering in his throat.

“What do you want?” I asked indifferently.

“I'll tell you if you let me in,”

“You're not welcome in here anymore.”

“Come on Gina what more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stay away from me!”

“You know I can't do that,” he smiled rubbing his tongue against his lower lip, I hated when he did that.

I wanted to shut the door on his but I felt the air slowly escaping me as the tight dress remained on me.

“Ok fine.. Just help me take this off.. Before it kills me.”

“I'm glad to help, ” he chuckled following me inside.

He unziped my dress and Suddenly I remembered that I was naked on the inside, I quickly pushed him away.

“What! I've seen you naked before!”

He splattered.

“Just Turn around please!” I snapped placing both hands on his shoulder I turned him to a different direction

He chuckled and shook his head.

I took off the dress and searched around for my clothes. Before I could tied up the lace of me sweatpants, he turned to me.

“Stop it Matt!” I shouted, covering my chest with the shirt I was holding.

He walked to me and placed his hands slowly around my waist

“You dont have to put them back on you know.” he whispered in my ear,

I stuggled to his him away but gave in as he began to kiss my lips.

“does sharon know you're here?”

“Oh forget about Sharon.” he grumbled.

He pulled my hands away from my chest and cupped my breast in his hand.

“I've missed you so much,” he whispered. it wasn't the same with him anymore, I felt nothing as his touched my n*****s, nothing when he kissed me, the magic he had over me suddenly faded away and left a feeling of rage boiling up my stomach.

“Get away from me!” I yelled pushing him away, he lost his balance and hit his back against the book shelf so hard it sent the book falling over his head.

“What do you want Matt? You left me when I needed you the most.. I didn't drive you away.. You wanted to be free cause I was gonna trap you!” my voice wobbled frantically from all the emotions I felt.

“you said you wanted something different, so you went for my best friend you f*****g bastard!”

He stared at me dumbstruck. I turned around and rushed into my sweat pants and my T-shirt .

“I'm not your consolation prize Matt.. You don't dump me and come back whenever the f**k you like .. That's not fair!”

Tears rolled down my eyes controllably, “You've always been so selfish, it's always about what you want when you want it… I won't you hurt her the way you hurt me!”

I paused and turned to him, still staring at me like he'd seen a ghost.

“Get out!” I roared.

He stood up from the floor, dusted himself, before he walked out he turned to me, with no words to say he turned back to the door and let himself out quietly.