5.30 a.m, the smell of fresh earth surrounded her. It had been a stormy night but she slept through it like a baby. Not once did she stir. Now as she lay there on her bed, the only light emanating from her Tablet, reading the messages with one eye open. She knew what was coming next. Expected yet unexpected. She seemed calm on the outside. She said not a single word nor shed a single tear. Just read the alphabets on the screen put it aside and turned to her side. Yet inside her the wind billowed sweeping away with it everything that came in its path.
Jamie's life was never an easy one. It was always a stormy sea, but she always sailed through the raging waters. For the first time in her life she felt the fear of being shipwrecked. The fear of being isolated from the only reality she knew... Mikhael. Jamie had met Mikhael at one of those charity balls that happened every year before Christmas. A ball where she was hired to sing, while the guests danced. She had heard the manager give instructions to his crew to take special care of a certain Mikhael Smith. All she heard for the rest of the evening were the praises of Mr. Smith, most of which came from the tongues of the womenfolk in the hall.
Mr. Smith was apparently a man who was the sole heir to a large fortune and each bachelorette wanted him for herself. He was a celebrity even before he entered. When he finally did enter and Jamie set eyes on him her heart felt jolts of sparks. He was the handsomest man she had ever laid eyes on. Brown eyes, curly hair and a wheatish complexion. He was an American citizen but definitely not of an American origin. Women fluttered around him like butterflies but he either seemed to busy to notice or honestly didn't care.
Everyone waited for him to come to the dance floor but he didn't. He just sat sipping his soda (for he didn't drink alcohol) and watched with a keen eye the lady singing on stage. Jamie's shift for the night ended and her replacement was ready to hog the limelight. Jamie walked down to the back of the hall where she kept her regular attire. She had to get out of the dress that belonged to the club at which she worked, but the zip wouldn't budge. In her struggle she hadn't heard someone walk up to her. A large hand yanked the zip half way and stopped. Jamie jumped out of fear and anger to face the miscreant. But what she saw made her stumble and she had to be steadied by those large, warm hands.
"I.... I'm sorry..."
He chuckled, the deep throaty voice, "Actually I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you."
"It's ok. Please don't apologise."
He chuckled again closing the distance between the two. He bent forward so that she felt his breath on her bare shoulders, "I just came to compliment you. You sing beautifully." He grazed his hand ever so lightly on her collar bone.
Jamie held her breath, her eyelids tightly shut. She heard him chuckle again and when she opened her eyes he was gone.
"Was this a figment of my imagination. Whatever that was it was creepy."
She changed into her jeans and t-shirt and made a dash to the bus stop. The clouds loomed in the sky threateningly. Call it her bad luck or call it fate she had missed the last bus on that route. She decided to walk to a friends house as there was no way she male it to her apartment (an hours drive by the bus) and she didn't earn enough to afford a cab. She had barely walked twenty steps than the downpour began. Jamie made a dash for a shed across the road but as she did a car screeched to a halt a few millimetres away from her. The chauffeur jumped out immediately and began hurling curses at her.
"I'm really sorry. I know it's my fault...."
"You really love apologising don't you."
Jamie turned to face Mikhael. She didn't know what to say. But she didn't need to.
"Allow me drop you home."
"I...." she hesitated.
"Get in, it's raining pretty heavy. "
She obeyed his command as if by magic.
Her white t-shirt now dripping with rain water and transparent clung to her body.
She was cold and awkward. Not a person who could comfortably engage in small talk
"Where do you want to go?" He asked.
"I don't know."
" Para la mansión" he barked at the driver who suddenly swerved the car into an alley and back to a wider and apparently richer neighbourhood.
He came to a halt outside a huge mansion in an affluent uptown locality. The car drove into an underground parking. Mikhael jumped out of his seat and went around to where Jamie sat. He opened the door and with a firm grip on her arm pulled her out and dragged her to the elevator. She was pale her lips blue with the cold and she was shivering. Her legs couldn't carry her anymore and she sank to the floor. Mikhael effortlessly swooped her into his arms and took her to the room on the second floor. He laid her down on the couch while he started up a fire in the fireplace.
Jamie needed to get out of her wet clothes, he patted her cheeks in an attempt to revive her. She didn't budge he knew what he had to do next. He lifted her shirt up and over her head making no effort whatsoever to look away. He did the same with her jeans. Laying them near the fire to dry. He lifted her holding her close to himself and lay her on the bed. She was cold and shivering. He covered her with a soft blanket that lay at the foot of the bed, and made his way to the bathroom.
He turned on the hot water faucet and stood under the shower. "She's so beautiful." He thought to himself."
If it was any other woman I wouldn't have held back, but something about her makes me yearn for her not physically. It seems like my soul beckons to be united with hers. Darn it what spiritual nonsense am I rambling."
He turned off the shower, slipped into his boxer and walked into the room. Slipping inside the blanket besides Jamie. Just then she stirred and unconsciously moved closer to Mikhael. Her palm on his chest. Mikhael couldn't hold back anymore. He moved in and kissed her. His hands in her hair and on her back. He crushed her to himself. There was no space on her body that he left unexplored.
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Jamie awoke the next morning. It was still dark outside the pitter patter of the rain still occasionally heard. She wasn't in her own apartment. She stirred and saw her clothes near the fireplace. The events of the previous night came flashing before her eyes. A sense of fear crept in. She checked her tab for the time and saw she had one new message. She opened it.
"Hey Jamie, it's me Mikhael. I'm sorry about whatever happened last night. I had an important meeting had to leave for California. I shall be back soon. Take care. M.S."
She knew what was coming next. Expected yet unexpected. She seemed calm on the outside. She said not a single word nor shed a single tear. Just read the alphabets on the screen put it aside and turned to her side. Yet inside her the wind billowed sweeping away with it everything that came in its path.
Jamie hurried out of bed. Her body still ached with whatever had transpired. She had to get away from him. Leave and go where? Anywhere he couldn't find her. He won't even remember, why do I need to run? Is it him, or am I scared of myself. Her phone rang. It was him.
"Hello..." it was his voice.
Just then there was a sound of car tyres screeching and a loud bang after which the phone went dead.
"Jamie... Jamie? ... Jamie!..."
The driver jumped out of the car, "You stupid female, can't you look where you're walking?"
The woman lay there unresponsive.
"Oh my f***ing god, don't die on me. C'mon lady get up!"
Still nothing.
The driver carefully scooped her off the road and put the bleeding woman in the backseat of his car. He started his engine and zipped past the slow moving vehicles leaving he dust billowing behind his car, making a stray dress or two fly up to reveal a few underclothes. However he was too preoccupied saving the lady he almost killed to even notice such otherwise pleasurable moments.
"Please I need some help here!"
Almost in a jiffy a team of doctors had the woman on a stretcher and were rushing her to the emergency room, while one of the staff members had the police come over.
"It was an accident.... She walked right onto the busy street.... It wasn't my fault! No I can't wait till she regains consciousness. Today is the final hearing of my divorce in the courthouse and I'm already late..."
He tried everything possible but they weren't letting him loose that easy.
"How do you know Ms. Jamie?"
"Jamie?" He laughed, a self mocking laugh, "What a white trash name. "
(Stay tuned for part 3 to find out what happened next)
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