“I am just going to hear him out, he said please and asked nicely.” I chuckled over the phone as I sat in front of the mirror, my reflection staring back at me with a mixture of excitement and dread.
I was on the phone with my crazy friend Jennifer, I had just informed her that I was going on a date or a meeting if it makes it sounds better, with Jimmy. She doesn’t seem too happy about that.
“What do you mean to hear him out? I know you too well, Ann. We both know how this is going to end, he will sweet talk you into forgiving him and once again he is back in your pants.” She complained.
“You are right, but that is not so bad, he said he was sorry and I think he is sincere, he regrets his actions so maybe I should just forgive him and take him back, at least now he would try to make it up to me for the rest of our relationship, giving me the upper hand here.” I replied
I was dressed in a sexy black gown, the fabric clinging to my curves in a way that made me feel powerful yet vulnerable. The gown had a plunging neckline that revealed a lot of cleavage. It was long and flowing, with a slit up the side to show off my thigh. I don’t even know why I was trying to impress him, I guess this was to show that I was doing just fine without him, I can’t give him the impression that I have missed him or wanted him back.
“I don’t know, Ann. I just don’t like the idea of going back to that guy, he was supposed to be your past, you are on to bigger things now and he is only going to be a distraction.” She blurted, I could perceive her disappointment off the phone.
“Come on,” I groaned as I put the phone down on the desk and started applying makeup, transforming my features into a gothic masterpiece. “Don’t be too hard on him, he is human, he made a mistake, don’t we all? He lost to the flesh and it wasn’t even something serious, it was just fling.” I said casually, even though it hurt to say that, but anything to convince Jennifer.
I had half of my attention on my makeup while Jennifer continued to express her disapproval. I began with a foundation several shades lighter than my natural skin tone, resulting in a pale and ethereal canvas. I then used a dark powder to contour my cheekbones and jawline, emphasizing my sharp features. My eyes were the focus of my ensemble, with smokey black eyeshadow blended up to my temples. I created a dramatic cat-eye effect with a thick line of black eyeliner and a coat of mascara. My lips were a deep red color that contrasted sharply with my pale skin.
“I can't believe this is coming from you, Ann. You can't call what he had a fling, it wasn’t once, he was with her more than once and he admitted it to your face.” She blurted.
I groaned while examining my reflection in the mirror as I applied the makeup. Even with the distraction, I was pleased with the outcome. My goth makeup gave me an edgy and sophisticated look. I felt different, like a darker, more confident version of myself. It just needed a few more touches.
“Can we just leave it all to the past? I mean, let us all heal and move on, that is what I am doing.” I said while rubbing my lips together.
“Fine, you do you, girl. Just don’t come crying to me when that snake strikes again, and better tell him that I still don’t like him.” she spoke sharply.
I laughed at her tone and tried not to ruin my finishing touches. “Alright Ma’am, I will pass that message. I need to end the call now, I will fill you in when I come back.” I informed her.
“Hey! Are you sending me away?” she grumbled from the other end. “You know what? Why don’t I escort you tonight?”
“Definitely not!!” I yelled and giggled. “This is a special night, forgive me but I fear you would ruin it. Bye now!” I immediately ended the call amidst laughter, she will probably be mad at me.
I finished my makeup by applying blush to my cheeks and highlighting my brow bones and cheekbones, then I rose and stepped back, admiring my work. I had been transformed completely into a gothic princess, if that was even a thing.
As I was ready to get up and leave, my phone dinged. I was expecting it to be an angry text from my crazy BFF but I was wrong, the message had come from my Boss, Mr. Blackwood.
My heart skipped when I saw the notification, why would Mr. Blackwood message me by this time? Was everything okay?
I quickly opened the text message and read through it.
“Hey, Miss Owl…” he had started with a laughing emoji. Goofy? That would be the first time.
The rest read “… Disclaimer, I am drunk right now so I take no responsibility for the things you read, I tend to have less control of what I say or do when drunk so pardon me. I am probably going to regret telling you this but I have been dying to say it, the other night with you was beautiful and I have not been able to get over it. I keep thinking about it, the way I felt with you, I felt complete like I belonged there, I hate to admit that it was a new experience for me.”
My jaws dropped and I immediately stopped reading. What?? I had to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t my over imaginative mind at it again. This was real, right? Did Mr. Blackwood really send this? This sounded nothing like him.
I had to confirm the sender name again before opening the message. “This is going to be embarrassing but it is the truth, also, in case no one has told you, you have pretty boobs, they kept me awake all night. Anyways, forget you read any of this, have a good night.”
I dropped the phone on the make-up desk and stepped back. OMG! I didn’t just read that, I didn’t even know how to feel. Proud? Cringe? Disgusted? Or even worried? How was I even supposed to feel about that text?
I was speechless and left in a trance, and I had thought this evening couldn’t get any more complicated. Fuck! Well, it just did!!