31 UnHappening (1/2)

The day started like usual. I dressed up, grabbed my coffee, and sat down in the car. I fired the engine and let the car hum as I sat in silence. The car was making its usual clunking noise under the hood, but it had become a rhythm to my ears. Why Madonna drove this hunk of metal was beyond me.

It had been eight months since I hired Madonna. The life in Nepal moved on its natural pace. But I was still skeptical regarding her situation with Priscilla. I had instructed her immediate senior to keep a keen eye on her. And there was nothing but good news about her. How the sales had increased almost immediately after her joining was beyond us. We came to know she was an expert outside office, but she really spread her wings and went beyond for the growth of our brand.

Specifically targeting the ones which stood in the top 5% of Nepal's income was a good move. Making them interested in VRM resulted in a successful two week campaign for our finances. Following that, she targeted their rich kids and national sportspeople into Velocity Red's sports cars. Throwing out complex terms and backing them up by her thorough study, she made her critics weak in their knees. The news of sports luxuries hit Nepal like a storm. We discovered the latent potential of our product, but what we didn't know was that the neighboring nations like China, India and Japan were taking note.

Thus, when Velocity products were out, they were sold our or pre-booked in the first two hours. The company was projecting a big turnover in the first year of our brand's expansion. Some of us joked that maybe one of the partners may potentially land on Forbes' list.

But above all, the major undeniable reason for all this success came through Word of mouth, targeted advertisements and social media. And all of these ideas and strategies came out of the brain of one Madonna House.

I turned my head and saw her exit her house. A sweet little one-bedroom apartment, not suitable for our Chief Marketing Officer. She walked around and occupied the passenger's seat in her own car. As she shut the door behind her, she giggled at me for the night we had spent together. I rolled my eyes and put her car in gear. It made a huge pop before the engine forced her hunk of metal to roll on the road.

As we passed the local market, the fragrance of spices and fish filled our nostrils with rejuvenation. Our bodies needed that power to struggle through our days. It had been three weeks since we slept together for the first time. Our staff party on a cruise raised various kinds of waves among our hearts. The three days we had for our vacation were spent in my cabin. We marveled at the setting sun over the horizon from my cabin window. Two women, arm and legs entangled, sharing their body heat against the violent winter. The colder the air got, the tighter we held each other.

Experimentation that Madonna executed on my body was worthy of a standing ovation. The way that girl could move her tongue, legs and toes made me switch my sexuality. I never knew a drunk kiss could get us this far. I never knew alcohol would expose me to a whole different hemisphere of pleasure. And I would be entirely grateful to god for a human's ability to change.

We were nearing the office when I reminded the love struck Mad to behave. She pouted, but I made sure she understood the words I was speaking. Nepal was a great country. But it wasn't progressive enough to accept homosexuals. The native culture clashed with our progressive ideals. But before that, even I am not clear if we are a couple or not.

Sure, we had sex daily. Sometimes at her place, sometimes at mine. Sometimes at hotels. Other times out of city. And we may have gone on a sex rampage in Venice too, but it was not clear yet. We had cute names for ourselves, and we cooked meals for each other. I had told her about my ex husband, and she had told me about her childhood friend. But I was still not clear about us.

”Madonna, what are you doing after this?”

”Hmm? I'd probably go home with a beautiful lady. She works at my office,” She replied as she smiled at me.

”I need to talk to you. There is something that has been bugging me…” I almost didn't want to say it.

”Alright, you know what? I'll come in your office during lunch time. We can talk then,” Madonna suggested.

It seemed like a good idea, so I nodded to her suggestion. I parked her car and we exited. As I slammed the door, I asked her, ”You know we have our own cars. Why don't you get a new one? The chipped red paint doesn't represent you.”

Madonna removed her goggles and shot a knowing smile at me before saying, ”Yeah it does.”

I was curious to know more about her, and her life. But I put those thoughts on the back of my mind as I remembered that a pile of paperwork waited for me.

It was difficult to spend five hours when I knew I was going to confront her. I had written all my questions on a scrap paper, the one that I pinched in between my fingers. The decision was to be made. Today.

She entered the room without knocking, scaring the life out of me. I settled back in my chair as I grabbed my breath when I saw her getting comfortable across the table. I signalled her to close the blinds and lock the door. While she obliged, I took a sip of water and boosted myself for 'THE TALK.'

Madonna came back and sat down, still sporting her cheerful attitude. I glanced at the piece of paper in my hand one more time before I looked straight at her and let my words out.

”Maddie, what are we?”

It seemed like the air stood still when I uttered those four words. It seemed like my vision went blurry for a second. But I kept my cool and tried my hardest to keep my focus on Madonna. She was sitting silently, with no emotions what so ever. I felt like I was losing consciousness. I saw Madonna getting up from her chair and moving towards me. I moved my chair and made a cavity for her to slip into. She stood near me and looked into my eyes for a long time. So did I. And she forced me to close my eyes when she pushed her rosy lips against mine.

The content and passion my soul felt at that moment was unfathomable. It lasted for a brief period, but the aftertaste lingered for what seemed like a lifetime.