Love at the Nth Time

Wishful Imagination

Chapter 36

A black mist drowned the shortness of breath. The scornful laughter of a woman who wore an alluring smile, the sensation she placed on my lips down to the skin of my neck, I arched under her, putting her weight on me, blocked my airway. All of a sudden, my breathing became heavy, and her slender arms reached my neck to strangle the hell out of me.

Or wanted me in.

The phone rang, it woke me up, and it kept buzzing on the bedside table. The sun's rays peeked at the small space between the window curtains. I faced the opposite side and saw no one other than me. Slowly, I lifted my body to stand and stared at the reflection of myself in the wall mirror.

Bothered by the project designs proposed by the marketing department, I rummaged through all the folders they passed as a reference. Win watched me in disarray.

"How's your visit? Did Celine tell you her mom had set her up from the guys around their town?" murmured Win, and I growled at his nosiness.

"So? Since when did you become a busybody?" He pressed his lips with his fingers.

"I thought that would make your day," he reasoned. I grunted.

"I'm picky." The awareness of the discrimination shot at me by Celine's mom stopped me from executing the preliminary plan for my visitation yesterday. In addition, Win wouldn't stop getting news regarding the slight controversy that almost got heated if the two youngest kids didn't intrude into the conversation with a dispute over toys. Willing to let him get the idea of it, he already killed it with another similar conviction.

I raised my chin to gaze at this gossip gay who looked at me, proving it right. I asked, "Where's the other proposal dad is talking about?" He lifted his eyebrows at me and checked his iPad.

"He had them postpone. You have to finish the first ones and the things you set aside yesterday."

Many things filled the plate, only a stick of cigarette to take a break. I put my phone in my pocket and scanned the long balcony with less I barely knew. Lucia stopped messaging me after she and Celine met at the office. Quite a twin, huh.

The nightmare I encountered last night, the blonde woman swaying her waist on top of me, and the heat as our skin touched seemed real. Her mischievous laughter echoed in my ear vividly.

I flicked the last ash on the cigarette and threw it in the bin. I turned around to go back inside the building and saw Lucia open the door. She smiled at me, and I did the same. Awkward yet indifferent, I opened the door as I passed by her.

Should I call Celine and say hi? Nope, I didn't want to be aggressive or pushy or whatever. Shut the door of my office. Jeremy, sitting on the couch, gazed at me and faced his sketchpad. I sat down at my desk and picked up the new folder on the table.

"Why are you here?" I questioned, with no clue about his appearance. He was a freelance fashion designer, and he only came around the company if it was all works. He shook his head and sighed horribly. That's something. "Spill it or get out." I smiled sarcastically.

"Dude, uh, can we talk?"

"Go on?"

"No, I mean, man to man." I stared at his stupid face. Not in the right mood to vibe.

He took a deep breath, dashed in front of the table, and rested his palms on it as his eyes were at me. He asked, "Do you remember, Dalla?"

Dalla, the Filipina he met in a bar and had a one-night stand with him. The introduction couldn't be more interesting with his description of her as the girl who liked to get whipped and tied up.

I smirked and nodded. I wouldn't recall who she was if he hadn't told me about their scandal. "She's hot." I bit my lip. Getting the day started.

"She's a lesbian," he softly exclaimed. My eyebrows lifted in surprise.

"Well? If she's a top, we won't get it in-"

"Stop, speak to me seriously, dude. I'm serious. I like her, and I wanna date her. Am I gay now?" I looked the other way to defend it was not, but that's the end.

"Yup."

"Look, I only knew she was recently, but I hadn't thought about it. If she told me before we made out, I'd avoid her."

"Really? Are you telling me that?" He shook his head and moved away from me a little, lifting both his arms.

"No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude."

"You just did, bastard," I stated whilst reading in the context of the new brand design of a beauty product the company catered to international and domestic clients. He was acting like a homophobe.

"Okay, okay, I apologize. You know, I only have a lesbian friend, and it's you. I'm confused, so I need help." I sighed a little and eyed him.

"Let's talk about this outside."

We drove my auto to the nearest pub we used to drink at. I ordered a glass of martini and vodka for Jeremy, and the guy beside me took countless glasses of it before he uttered a word I'd solely needed to hear.

"You said it yourself. If you pursue her, there's no turning back." I gulped down the martini and signed another one to the bartender. A bump on my shoulder turned me to see the long-haired Filipina woman wearing a halter dress and winked at me. I groaned and faced the counter.

"Can I introduce you to her?" asked Jeremy.

"What for?"

"You know if I have a chance or anything that'll help me decide further?" I sighed and stared at the new glass of martini on the table. Maybe I should get whiskey.

The late evening changed to past midnight, idling in the bar drinking and talking nonstop with glances of eyes feasting on me as though they wanted to eat me. It's a great feeling to illustrate the affection similar to alcohol. A temporary warmth to provide comfort in mutual intimacy and forgetting the ocean of worries and conflicts, taking me somewhere with no clear end and time wasted.

"We're just humans too. We have feelings. Man, woman, gay, all of us are human beings. I can feel what you feel. I can feel your hunger when you lust on a woman you prefer," I jested. Jeremy laughed drunk and pointed his eyes at the two women near the counter. The long-haired lady gazed at me again as she drank her liquor.

"Seems like you're getting laid tonight." Jeremy snorted and waved at them. I rolled my eyes.

"Are you done drinking? I'm driving, so let's end it here," I said and stood up, asking for the bill. The bartender nodded.

"Are you serious? I'd love to take her friend out," he whispered as we exited the place. I clicked the car key and hopped in the car. Jeremy eyed me again.

"You sure? She seems your type." He pointed his thumb at the same lady and caught her glancing at us on the glass wall.

"You like her friend?" I probed. He nodded a little.

"She's fine." I chuckled and looked upfront.

Even the remorse and confusion devouring me couldn't help to wonder how this body of mine always sought physical contact. The anxiety of time passed by with no assurance until how long I could keep it rolling in my hands cleared it from time to time when the warmth I yearned carried on wanting me back.

The lady moaned over the kiss, and my lips reached her neckline, caressing her body with my hand till it came in contact with her sensitive area between her thighs. Strength was leaving her sanity, and with her hands removing the buttons from my shirt, I grabbed her leg to wrap it around me along with her arms. The firm grip on the back of messy blonde hair, not wanting to stop pleasuring the soft bud of the black-haired woman. Her moans filled the place with filth and innocence. Strong scents mixed through the air, which someone wouldn't show a hint to explore. The breath of an unfamiliar woman replacing the strikes of electricity longing for someone to be.