15 Slow (2/2)

Why are people so fascinated with another person? Celebrities, did they choose it? Can they avoid it? Can they shut everything out and run away? Can they come back and resume their life? Can they come back and be forgiven?

Was my head too big to think everything revolved around me?

Priscilla snapped her fingers in my face to snap me out. She was smiling while I regained my conscience.

The smiles around the table seemed too pretty to be tangible.

I closed my eyes to capture a snapshot of the fleeting moment.

I flinched my eyes when the heat was getting unbearable. I slowly opened my eyes and recalled my position. I was on my bed. The room was dark. I had Priscilla's arm thrown over my belly cupping my right breast and her chest rubbed against my back. I rubbed my eyes while recalling the events occurring after the dinner.

After we left the restaurant, we came back straight to our villa. We started kissing the moment we stepped out of the car. We removed each other's dresses in the stairway and had sex on the kitchen table. After we let go of ourselves for five minutes, we returned to kissing each other again. Priscilla's bra came out and so did mine. We preserved the pleasure of removing our panties for the bed. when we reached the bedroom, we yanked our panties off of each other and gave each other an orgasmic oral. After catching a breath, Priscilla lied down behind me. Her breath touched the nape and butterflies in my tummy went aflutter. She picked one of my legs up and her fingers found their way to my clitoris. Meanwhile, I stretched my hand and let it rest on Priscilla's soft butt.

Priscilla slipped one of her hands under my neck and turned my head ever so slightly. My eyes were shut, but heavy breathing did all the talking for us. She touched my dry lips with my dehydrated ones and our saliva mixed with each other's to quench our thirsts. Priscilla's movements were getting faster as she played with my vagina. I thrust her hip into mine as much as I could.

All I could think about was getting consumed into this feeling.

FOREVER.

I let go off my eye, which started to pain after so much rubbing. I ran my hand across the night table to look for my cellphone, but it was not there. I retracted my arm and rested over Priscilla's. I didn't want this blissful night to end. I didn't want Priscilla to remove her hands from my skin. I didn't want to live in the world where I could not look at her every morning.

But I had to wake up. This room was getting way too hot to my liking. I slowly moved Priscilla's hand off me. Next, I started pulling myself away from her. I felt her sweaty breasts losing contact with my bare skin. When it was all done, I slowly creeped away from the room and headed towards one of the bathrooms. The air touching my drenched skin felt chilly. I trotted away to wrap my body and continued my quest to find my cellphone.

I found my cellphone in the car with it ready to die. I checked the notifications.

Nothing was out of the blue except my verification for the bank was approved and I could withdraw the whole amount whenever I wanted. It was good. I pocketed the cellphone and started heading towards the staircase. Before I could climb, I realized I forgot to check the time. I took the cellphone out again to check it.

6:47 A.M.

The date under indicated that it had been two days since I contacted the editors from HipHopDX.

I put the phone back and crouched to collect my dress from the ground. As I climbed the staircase, I rehearsed the preposition I was going to make to both individuals.

One of them would hire a paparazzi to click my picture while I would be boarding. There would be a buzz about me leaving so close to Priscilla's album release date. The second editor would make claims about me being a fraud and Cline being the real songwriter for Priscilla and all the other acts I had worked with. I had already relayed messages to their camps by agreeing to the claim by stating that I always worked in the shadows. This will crumble my credibility, and Priscilla would have even more publicity for her release. The album would stir controversy, and Priscilla would have no flak whatsoever to face. Everything will stay between Cline, Row, Landry and me.

In four hours, I will be etching another path for my life.