To Love And To Own

Are you ready?

I remove the band holding my hair together and run my hands through it. It becomes bouncy and I start turning it around trying to decide on how to style it when Somchai walks up to me and takes over. By this time, I have already fixed my contacts, so it is a set of lazy purple cat eyes that meets him in the mirror.

“Keep staring at me like that, and we will never make it out of this room until morning.” I purr at him.

There is a way Somchai looks at me that stirs my libido. It's like his hands are on my body, doing things to it. I would be fully clothed, but those looks make me feel butt naked.

I noticed that look way before we started sleeping together, but I was not attracted to him and was in love with someone already. Since he wasn't making a move, I just ignored it.

It's been four good years of sleeping with each other and that look has not changed. Even though I am used to it, there are times like now when my body reacts to it. Its intensity makes my heart beat faster, and my body seems to gain some intelligence, because after we started having s*x, that look makes me fall into his arms and hang unto him at full arousal before my brain kicks in.

Right now, that stare is making my n*****s tingle and my butt crack is getting twitchy too. I want to jump on him…

He breaks his gaze and plays around with my hair for a bit before deciding that it is better if I let it down.

“You are so captivating.” He mutters then kisses my head.

“I look like a vampire. Just give me some fangs to complete the look.” I roll my eyes at him.

“Are you ready?” He asks.

“Just perf and I am done.”

I reach for one of my perfume bottles as I speak, and I apply it. He takes my hand and leads me out of the room.

Toasting to a long night folks. I am not looking forward to it.

To Augusta :

On our way now. Heard Lambert has the best croissants. Would you want some? I can steal it for you.

That reminds me. When are we going sample-hunting? All my makeup things are expired.

I live in a small gated Estate in Rampart Village, California.

My house is one of the 24 three bedroom, stand-alone, garden houses in the whole Estate, and it is situated at the very end of the double lane, cul-de-sac street called Katty lane.

Having lived here for three years, I have discovered that Katty is the name of the Landlady while Louvre is the name of the husband and also the name of the second lane. I don't need to tell you they are French, and this Estate is their retirement home.

Well, that's what Madam Bukky at the only mall just before the main gate told me.

24 garden houses, two double–lane streets. Each street has 12 houses. Six houses on each side of the lane, facing each other across the street.

The Estate has a mini golf court that I find ridiculous and a waste of good land, a tennis court I appreciate but will never step in, a swimming pool within a small community park… like what is the park for since each house has its swimming pool, gym, and garden?

I have been living here for three years and I have never seen a single child or nanny with a child. Everyone in this Estate is either working in Hollywood or they are retired politicians. I am sure I am the youngest house owner and the only one who actually lives here among the buyers.

Apart from the mall upfront, there is also a kitchen where if you would rather not cook, you can call in to place an order and have it delivered to your home. There is also an office building housing the Estate agents, maintenance, and the office of a microfinance bank which I heard belongs to the landlord's son.

Guess who told me?

Madame Bukky.

My three-bedroom house has a garage that can take two cars, while I personally have four cars and a Suzuki power bike. I have an Audi sport, A Benz jeep, a Porsche, and a BMW. All luxurious, high-ended models. Things I hardly use, but Somchai keeps getting. Don't even start talking about the jewelry and accessories. It's like he forgets that I am a man and doesn't need much.

It's not that I don't like cars, but I prefer walking short distances. I live in an Estate that has its mall and whatever I can't get there, I can pick up on my way from school or ask Augusta to help me get and send them over.

Then there is the Nigerian cleaner Madam Bukky helped me get; Rukaya. She comes in every weekend to clean and restock my fridge and pantry. Since I hardly go anywhere these days, these mobiles are useless to me.

The BMW is my favorite ride, while the Porsche is the newest addition. It wasn't even bought to honor any occasion, he just bought it because he felt like buying something for me.

Who does that?

When he brought it home, I didn't know how to react. To please him, I drove it for the whole week since he was around. I would have stopped using it the moment he left, but Augusta wouldn't stop gushing over it. I handed it over to her with terms and conditions since she agreed to always bring me back home in it from school every day.

Such a cool deal. Got me a competent driver without stressing.

To create space for Somchai's ride for when he is around, which is every two weeks, I have to permanently rent a spot in the parking lot in the commercial area of the Estate where I parked my Jeep.

That Jeep has an awkward story too. It's why I don't drive it at all. I don't consider it as mine.