Part One........
The time was 30 minutes to midnight and Stacy had gone to the square to usher in new years like the rest of the world. It had been a long lonely year for her and she couldn’t help wondering if it would end up with her all alone. This particular day of the year was chilly. you see Stacy was the kind of girl who believed in fairy tales, “hell all girls did”, so she thought. She wished that as the countdown to New Year was mellowed she would be caught under some mistletoe and maybe get to kiss someone and end the boring year on a high note. She was dressed for the weather, warm.
For Leo, everything had gone according to plan the whole year long. The business bloomed; he picked and dumped women as he pleased. But there was one thing nagging him though, he still felt empty inside, like something very vital was missing and he just couldn’t place a finger on it. The whiskey in his hand did nothing short to drown the feeling. From his penthouse he could see the fireworks shoot up into the heavens and wondered if the rest of the world was feeling as alone as he was. He kept staring at the fireworks and as long as he could remember he had thought it silly that people could freeze outside watching the fireworks. Fireworks! that he stopped doing when he was a small boy. As he kept staring outside he thought that maybe the fresh air outside would do him good, calm his tense nerves a little.
He grabbed a jacket and stepped into the lift, down to the ground floor. “Damn its cold” he cursed. He stuffed his hands in the jacket pockets and walked towards the gate. Out to the main road and kept walking. Five minutes later he realized he was walking towards the square. He would have stopped and turned back but some feeling kept him walking like it had power over him. He had a feeling of foreboding, like something very vital was going to happen tonight, he could almost swear that his life was about to change forever.
As he was nearing the square his mind wandered back to his dreams. For months he had been dreaming of a woman. Her hair was jet black, shiny. When the sun touched it, it was the colour of spun gold. Atleast that’s what he thought. In his dreams the woman was standing at the edge of the ocean, bare feet. As if she sensed his presence she would turn around and face him, he was always breathless from her sight. She was beautiful in a stunning way. The gods must have taken time molding her. Her face was oval shaped, with bright eyes, eyes a man would wager his soul to. She was silken smooth, her mouth was full and he had this urge to pull her to him and kiss her till she begged him for more, but every time he reached out to touch that strand of hair that was seductively being blown by wind, he would wake up covered in sweat and reaching out for space. Every time he had one of those dreams he would wake up heading straight for the shower, a cold one always did the trick to calm his nerves. It was funny how the woman in his dreams seemed to unsettle him emotionally.
Leo was a self proclaimed bachelor. Even his family had given up on him. At 33 his sweet mother thought he should be giving her grand kids. Every year the family had dinner. It was a tradition. Leo never looked forward to those dinners because according to his father his success meant nothing if he didn’t have anyone to share it with. His mother would always remind him on how it was important for him to find a nice woman from their social class and marry. At one point they had gone ahead and tried to match him up with a daughter of one of his father’s business partners. A few dates had turned out disastrous. Not that she wasn’t beautiful in a suburban kind of way, no it’s only that he didn’t feel the connection. Plus he couldn’t picture himself committing to one woman for the rest of his life.
He had entered the square which was parked with people. It seemed the new millennium was anticipated like the coming back of Christ. His mind was still on the woman in his dreams, and as he turned a corner looking for a less crowded spot he bumped head on with something or someone and was brought back from his reverie. He looked at what he had bumped into and all the air was knocked out of his lungs. Standing there staring at him with the most beautiful eyes was the woman in his dreams. Her mouth was slightly open in an oh! Shape as if like him she was surprised to see him.
It had to be a dream. He was not a believer of fate or some superstitious but at this very moment he was tempted to believe in some higher power. He was staring at her mouth, then his eyes travelled to her chest which seemed to rise and fall rhythmically like someone who had run a mile in this freezing whether. Just like his dream he wished he could kiss her, until she was trembling and filled with the same heart-pounding, hot-blooded lust that coursed through his veins.
She sighed and her sigh blew her hair from her eyes, and it was all Leo could do to keep his hands from where they were, plastered around his chest, holding on for dear life. He imagined taking her into his arms , of cradling her so long and close so that she couldn’t move, of bending her back so that her hair brushed the ground as he kissed her, but he didn’t move. Instead he sweated and closed his mind to each and every erotic image that burned through his mind.
“Am sorry” Stacy mumbled, “I was caught up in the magic of the night”. Her voice was gentle as a caress, smooth like a spring. Leo snapped out of his fantasy to the woman in front of him. He tried to speak but for some strange reason he couldn’t find his voice. It was unlike him. He was a man who prided himself in being a lady’s man. He searched his mind for the right words to say but all he could manage was a mere whisper.
TO BE CONTINUED
The time was 30 minutes to midnight and Stacy had gone to the square to usher in new years like the rest of the world. It had been a long lonely year for her and she couldn’t help wondering if it would end up with her all alone. This particular day of the year was chilly. you see Stacy was the kind of girl who believed in fairy tales, “hell all girls did”, so she thought. She wished that as the countdown to New Year was mellowed she would be caught under some mistletoe and maybe get to kiss someone and end the boring year on a high note. She was dressed for the weather, warm.
For Leo, everything had gone according to plan the whole year long. The business bloomed; he picked and dumped women as he pleased. But there was one thing nagging him though, he still felt empty inside, like something very vital was missing and he just couldn’t place a finger on it. The whiskey in his hand did nothing short to drown the feeling. From his penthouse he could see the fireworks shoot up into the heavens and wondered if the rest of the world was feeling as alone as he was. He kept staring at the fireworks and as long as he could remember he had thought it silly that people could freeze outside watching the fireworks. Fireworks! that he stopped doing when he was a small boy. As he kept staring outside he thought that maybe the fresh air outside would do him good, calm his tense nerves a little.
He grabbed a jacket and stepped into the lift, down to the ground floor. “Damn its cold” he cursed. He stuffed his hands in the jacket pockets and walked towards the gate. Out to the main road and kept walking. Five minutes later he realized he was walking towards the square. He would have stopped and turned back but some feeling kept him walking like it had power over him. He had a feeling of foreboding, like something very vital was going to happen tonight, he could almost swear that his life was about to change forever.
As he was nearing the square his mind wandered back to his dreams. For months he had been dreaming of a woman. Her hair was jet black, shiny. When the sun touched it, it was the colour of spun gold. Atleast that’s what he thought. In his dreams the woman was standing at the edge of the ocean, bare feet. As if she sensed his presence she would turn around and face him, he was always breathless from her sight. She was beautiful in a stunning way. The gods must have taken time molding her. Her face was oval shaped, with bright eyes, eyes a man would wager his soul to. She was silken smooth, her mouth was full and he had this urge to pull her to him and kiss her till she begged him for more, but every time he reached out to touch that strand of hair that was seductively being blown by wind, he would wake up covered in sweat and reaching out for space. Every time he had one of those dreams he would wake up heading straight for the shower, a cold one always did the trick to calm his nerves. It was funny how the woman in his dreams seemed to unsettle him emotionally.
Leo was a self proclaimed bachelor. Even his family had given up on him. At 33 his sweet mother thought he should be giving her grand kids. Every year the family had dinner. It was a tradition. Leo never looked forward to those dinners because according to his father his success meant nothing if he didn’t have anyone to share it with. His mother would always remind him on how it was important for him to find a nice woman from their social class and marry. At one point they had gone ahead and tried to match him up with a daughter of one of his father’s business partners. A few dates had turned out disastrous. Not that she wasn’t beautiful in a suburban kind of way, no it’s only that he didn’t feel the connection. Plus he couldn’t picture himself committing to one woman for the rest of his life.
He had entered the square which was parked with people. It seemed the new millennium was anticipated like the coming back of Christ. His mind was still on the woman in his dreams, and as he turned a corner looking for a less crowded spot he bumped head on with something or someone and was brought back from his reverie. He looked at what he had bumped into and all the air was knocked out of his lungs. Standing there staring at him with the most beautiful eyes was the woman in his dreams. Her mouth was slightly open in an oh! Shape as if like him she was surprised to see him.
It had to be a dream. He was not a believer of fate or some superstitious but at this very moment he was tempted to believe in some higher power. He was staring at her mouth, then his eyes travelled to her chest which seemed to rise and fall rhythmically like someone who had run a mile in this freezing whether. Just like his dream he wished he could kiss her, until she was trembling and filled with the same heart-pounding, hot-blooded lust that coursed through his veins.
She sighed and her sigh blew her hair from her eyes, and it was all Leo could do to keep his hands from where they were, plastered around his chest, holding on for dear life. He imagined taking her into his arms , of cradling her so long and close so that she couldn’t move, of bending her back so that her hair brushed the ground as he kissed her, but he didn’t move. Instead he sweated and closed his mind to each and every erotic image that burned through his mind.
“Am sorry” Stacy mumbled, “I was caught up in the magic of the night”. Her voice was gentle as a caress, smooth like a spring. Leo snapped out of his fantasy to the woman in front of him. He tried to speak but for some strange reason he couldn’t find his voice. It was unlike him. He was a man who prided himself in being a lady’s man. He searched his mind for the right words to say but all he could manage was a mere whisper.
TO BE CONTINUED
