everything by you? How’s papa?”
“Ohhh… I’m so glad to hear that you are well. We’re fine. Papa is busy at the hospital, but I’m so swamped with the upcoming Gala, I can barely notice he’s not here.”
Mama always buries herself with work when papa has back-to-back surgeries.
“I must say, Katya, I’m so proud of you! You are really serious about this aren’t you? Making your own path?”
My heart constricts to those sweet words that I’ve been waiting to hear, and tears fill my eyes.
“Thank you mama, you have no idea what it means for me to hear that. If only papa would feel the same.” I say wistfully. “And yes, I am very serious this time. I’m actually kind of good at this.” I smile.
“And your boss, how is he treating you?”
Like a bi-polar asshole. But I don’t say that. Instead I say, “Great. He is very understanding and helps me out when I get lost.”
“Oh that’s great, moya sladkaya (my sweetie). Oh… wait one moment… oh honey, papa is on the other line, I’ll call you later ok?” mama sounds so cheerful it makes me smile.
“Sure mama, say hi from me.” I say and hang up.
She always lights up when papa shows her the slightest affection. I always wanted a relationship like theirs, with the exception that my guy is around more often, but somehow, I always end up with the wrong guy for me. Well, maybe I’ll give Patrick a shot. I shake my head and know that I’ll never be able to truly open up to him, not while Mr. Miller’s ‘request’ is engraved in my mind. I quit thinking about it and take a long bath then start getting ready for SoFi. An hour and a half later, I’m dressed and applying the last strokes of my lip-gloss. My eyes are rimmed with black eyeliner and winged smoky eye shadow that makes my eyes shine like jewels. My light copper hair is down, layers full of loose and soft curls that reach down to my narrow waist.
I place the two V.I.P tickets in my soft beige Dior Bijoux Clutch when my phone chirps up, notifying me I received a text message.
I unlock the screen; it’s from Mr. Miller:
I’m down at the lobby. Our Limo is here. Are you ready?
I am, but I don’t want to ride with him and Eliza and I still need to meet Patrick to give him his ticket, so I text Mr. Miller back:
Not yet. Go ahead without me, I’ll get a cab.
I pick up my favorite perfume and plant two small drops on either side of my neck, lightly rubbing the fragrant liquid into my skin with my right wrist. Then I bring my wrists together and rub them for a few moments. Then I receive another incoming text from Mr. Miller:
See you there.
I stare blankly at the screen then place my phone inside my clutch. On my way to SoFi, I give Patrick a call.
“Katherine…” Patrick’s voice is caressing my name so sensually, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Hey… Are you there yet?”
“Yeah, just got here. Where are you?”
“I’ll be there in two minutes. Is Mr. Miller there?”
“I don’t see him… wait, didn’t you ride together?”
“No… I wasn’t ready when the limo came, so I got a taxi.” I lie.
“Oh, all right… well, I see you soon.” I hear his smile.
“See you soon.”
A few moments later, I reach my destination. Even before stepping out of the cab, I see the long line of people, all waiting to get into the glamorous SoFi Lounge. I find Patrick leaning against the wall with one hand behind his back. He drinks me in as I approach him with awe in his eyes.
“I… wow… I mean you look amazing …” he mumbles.
“Thank you. You look great too.” I smile.
And he does, wearing black slacks and a white shirt with its two top buttons open. Patrick’s muscular chest fills his shirt quite nicely, making me think about what that chest would look like bare. His hand comes out behind his back, holding a perfect, long stem white rose.
“For you.” Patrick smiles, his brown eyes warm in the streetlight.
“Ohhh… I’m so glad to hear that you are well. We’re fine. Papa is busy at the hospital, but I’m so swamped with the upcoming Gala, I can barely notice he’s not here.”
Mama always buries herself with work when papa has back-to-back surgeries.
“I must say, Katya, I’m so proud of you! You are really serious about this aren’t you? Making your own path?”
My heart constricts to those sweet words that I’ve been waiting to hear, and tears fill my eyes.
“Thank you mama, you have no idea what it means for me to hear that. If only papa would feel the same.” I say wistfully. “And yes, I am very serious this time. I’m actually kind of good at this.” I smile.
“And your boss, how is he treating you?”
Like a bi-polar asshole. But I don’t say that. Instead I say, “Great. He is very understanding and helps me out when I get lost.”
“Oh that’s great, moya sladkaya (my sweetie). Oh… wait one moment… oh honey, papa is on the other line, I’ll call you later ok?” mama sounds so cheerful it makes me smile.
“Sure mama, say hi from me.” I say and hang up.
She always lights up when papa shows her the slightest affection. I always wanted a relationship like theirs, with the exception that my guy is around more often, but somehow, I always end up with the wrong guy for me. Well, maybe I’ll give Patrick a shot. I shake my head and know that I’ll never be able to truly open up to him, not while Mr. Miller’s ‘request’ is engraved in my mind. I quit thinking about it and take a long bath then start getting ready for SoFi. An hour and a half later, I’m dressed and applying the last strokes of my lip-gloss. My eyes are rimmed with black eyeliner and winged smoky eye shadow that makes my eyes shine like jewels. My light copper hair is down, layers full of loose and soft curls that reach down to my narrow waist.
I place the two V.I.P tickets in my soft beige Dior Bijoux Clutch when my phone chirps up, notifying me I received a text message.
I unlock the screen; it’s from Mr. Miller:
I’m down at the lobby. Our Limo is here. Are you ready?
I am, but I don’t want to ride with him and Eliza and I still need to meet Patrick to give him his ticket, so I text Mr. Miller back:
Not yet. Go ahead without me, I’ll get a cab.
I pick up my favorite perfume and plant two small drops on either side of my neck, lightly rubbing the fragrant liquid into my skin with my right wrist. Then I bring my wrists together and rub them for a few moments. Then I receive another incoming text from Mr. Miller:
See you there.
I stare blankly at the screen then place my phone inside my clutch. On my way to SoFi, I give Patrick a call.
“Katherine…” Patrick’s voice is caressing my name so sensually, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Hey… Are you there yet?”
“Yeah, just got here. Where are you?”
“I’ll be there in two minutes. Is Mr. Miller there?”
“I don’t see him… wait, didn’t you ride together?”
“No… I wasn’t ready when the limo came, so I got a taxi.” I lie.
“Oh, all right… well, I see you soon.” I hear his smile.
“See you soon.”
A few moments later, I reach my destination. Even before stepping out of the cab, I see the long line of people, all waiting to get into the glamorous SoFi Lounge. I find Patrick leaning against the wall with one hand behind his back. He drinks me in as I approach him with awe in his eyes.
“I… wow… I mean you look amazing …” he mumbles.
“Thank you. You look great too.” I smile.
And he does, wearing black slacks and a white shirt with its two top buttons open. Patrick’s muscular chest fills his shirt quite nicely, making me think about what that chest would look like bare. His hand comes out behind his back, holding a perfect, long stem white rose.
“For you.” Patrick smiles, his brown eyes warm in the streetlight.
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