I stretched my arms all over the bed as I relaxed my arms
and legs. The sunshine lit up the room and made my body jovial. Slowly and
steadily I opened my eyes to an unknown roof. Before panicking I recalled all last
night’s events. I was in Amaan’s bedroom all alone. I had hoped for her being
in front of me when I woke up.
I sat upright to see my robe laying on the floor where I
left it. The sheets covered my naked body. Since I was in my state of mind, I didn’t
want anyone to walk on me. So, I rushed towards my robe and wrapped in around
myself before heading out of the room. I poked my head outside in the silent corridor.
There was nobody I could spot. I retraced my steps to the massage room and
found my bag. There was nobody to be seen around. I didn’t want to wait in the
massage room, so I trotted back to the bedroom and decided to wait for Amaan or
one of her helpers.
While I was walking back, all I could think was what I did
last night. But I couldn’t decide if I was happy or conflicted. I did like it,
and we were in a dry spell for so long that any sort of attention to my sex
life would trigger it. Besides I had done nothing with another individual, so I
was safe and still loyal to Mad.
I entered the room with the thoughts of yesternight in my
mind when I desired a change of clothes. At first, I thought of donning some of
Amaan’s clothes for a dress. But then I remembered my stumbling across to her
fetishes. I closed my eyes in shame and unzipped my bag. As I thought, I had my
crumpled dress I stuffed in it prior to massage, a fresh pair of undies, and
the stuffed newspaper Mad had given to me before she left.
I stripped out of the robe once again but covered myself
with my dress rather than going to bed. as I bent to zip up my hand bag, I saw
the lump of paper once again.
How could this bundle of paper be useful in my defense, I
asked myself.
My curiosity hit peek and I unwrapped to find what it housed
in its center. I felt like a kid on Christmas Eve. Finally, after removing six
layers I could see shining bronze metal. It was slim, but heavy. On the end, a
glazing blade.
Mad had given me a rampuri knife.
I didn’t want to jump into my nightmares once again, but
even in the past this object had been a friend to me. I trusted Mad, I trusted
her gift, so I put it back in the bag and zipped it. I flung the bag across my
shoulders and sat on the bed. I thought if I sat duck and did nothing, someone
would walk up on me and let me know what to do next. I mean, I didn’t want to
open Amaan’s dungeon by mistake.
The last part gave me a chuckle. I laughed at my own joke,
which made me happy. It had been too long that I had done that and had a hearty
appreciation for my terrible sense of humor. But it also made me sad, because
Mad used to laugh at my jokes with me. But in her absence, I was a loner
sitting in an empty room making jokes to humor myself.
I let that feeling of emptiness kick in before I jumped back
on my feet. If Amaan wasn’t going to find me, I’ll find her. I knew she liked
to be flamboyant, so I decided to use her trick and see how that felt. The bar
in the room seemed to be the rotating bar that we saw from the outside. I
looked around and saw the red button under the bar. I touched it, but before I
could press it, it started rotating. It was new wrecking, but also exciting. I
thought Amaan was on the opposite side and could see me playing around with her
bar. Instead, what I saw left me searching for breath.
I analyzed correctly that the rotating bar was the same that
we saw from the outside, but on the opposite side wasn’t Amaan. It was Mad
sitting in the middle of two individuals.
On left sat a very beautiful man. He had feminine looks, but
almost delicate to crumble. He had soft fingers, beautiful lips, but strong
arms and stern green eyes. Wearing a black sweater over an orange shirt made
him a treat for the eyes. I always thought I liked men with no beard, and this
gentleman proved it.
On the right sat Priscilla.
The rotation completed, and I came face to face with my
wife, who was just as shocked to see me as I was to see her. She put down her bag
and stood up. Lifting her arms on either of her sides, she asked,
“What the
hell were you doing in her bedroom?”
I stepped off the rotating ramp and lost my ability to
speak. I got my letters jumbles and let out the most awkward ‘HELLO’
out. All of them had different expressions on their faces. Where Mad was, well,
mad and angry, Priscilla had a smug smile on her face, and the gentleman was sitting
stoically.
“Kyo, what were you doing- “
The bar behind me rotated once again and I turned to see
Amaan in her white robe. She had the same expression of surprise on seeing me
as I had when I saw the Three’s company sitting at the bar.
“Oh, well. There she is,” Amaan said while pointing at me.
Mad threw her arms down and said, “You said she was
sleeping.”
Amaan crossed her arms before speaking, “Well, she was. She
was sleeping my room. I just didn’t know she had woken up.”
Mad turned to me again, looked at me with solid eyes and
asked, “Nothing happened, right? You two slept in different rooms?”
I turned the gears on in my brain and nodded my head while
smiling stupidly.
“As I said, I gave Kiyomi my room, and slept in different
room last night. You have nothing to fear, Madonna. I didn’t give that detail
when we talked and I apologize about that,” Amaan covered me for the last
night. It was clear she didn’t want me to get into any kind of trouble. Either
that or she wanted me under her favor. Either way, I knew I’d live because the
expressions on Mad’s muscles relaxed, and her expressions softened.
She walked over towards the back of the bar and gave me a
tight hug. The chilly winter outside had made her ears icy. I hugged her back
and breathed slightly on her ears to warm them up. Mad snuggled her head into
me and rubbed her nose a few times in my dress. I knew I had my wife back into
my arms, and this feeling of holding her was the most precious to me.
“When did you come back?” I asked.
“Not long ago. We just sat near the bar when I wanted to see
you. God, it seemed like years have passed.”
“Mad, it was one night. And that night has passed. You’re in
my arms again. Cheer up darling.”
Madonna looked at me with wet eyes. Her innocent smile was
that of a child. I smiled back at her to recognize her love and care for me.
“I didn’t come here for this, you know.”
Across the bar I heard a sharp tongue interjecting our reunion.
It was from the man in black, looking directly at us with a piercing glare. He
wrapped his hands around each other and said, “You called me to repay your
favor. But that didn’t include me dealing with this emotional melodrama in
front of me- The man was looking at us, and then looked across the bar at
Amaan, “-Professor, you still haven’t changed.”
Amaan opened a bottle of beer and took a large swig before
separating herself from the liquor. Then, she looked at the man and said, “It’s
all included in one. It’s a packaged deal, and you knew it would come. So, you will
have to deal with this skinship while you’re here, Brad.
I racked my brain and remembered this was the person Mad
went to Pokhra for. He was the mission. The one condition Amaan posted. And he
was crucial to the story.
Brad Witman.
Except the name I didn’t know anything about him.
How would this affect the whole situation?
Who would be the one taking a loss?
Why was this one person’s presence a demand for Amaan?
Was I eager to know her link with Mad?
Was I even ready?
“Let’s not get hasty, slutty professor. I still have that
piece of iron I generously bashed ‘Mrs. Forgive Me’ here. If I see a lick of
touching that’s more than a handshake, your another knee would be paste,
Madonna.”
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