Emerald Eyes (25 page)

Holy mother of all fucking… this is amazing!

Each thrust is so deep, so good it’s quickly bringing me closer to the release I’m dying for.
 

“Oh… God…” I sob as the crown of his angry cock rams against my spot. Eric stops spanking me then lowers himself on his forearms, caging me, making the sensations of his absolute abandon and my surrender ten times stronger. Without the possibility of escape, all there is left to do is lie there and endure. And I do, loving every second of it.
 

Eric’s breath comes hard and fast as he nuzzles my ear. The hot surges of air cause me to shiver and with those pants and grunts amplified in my ear, I jerk underneath him, finding my bliss. He’s right behind me. Clasping my wrists and squeezing them tightly, he thrusts a few more times then shudders with pleasure. Growling deeply, he sinks his teeth into the back of my neck and I whimper. I’m still dazed from the most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced when he falls down on me, breathing hard.

“Oh my God… Eric, you’ve been holding back on me, weren’t you?” my tone is slightly accusatory.
 

He
was
holding back on me, this was a pure, animalistic fuck and I am amazed at how much I like it...
I love it.

Eric exhales a deep breath and abruptly rises, sliding out of me quickly and picking up his clothes off the floor. He walks to the bathroom and slams the door behind him. I sit up, winching as my flaming bottom touches the mattress, then bring the sheet over my chest.

“Eric?” I call out.
 

Silence.
 

I hear the faucet turn on then off. I locate my tank top but as I suspected, the middle is completely ripped in the back. Carefully, I pull on my panties and find a summer dress from the closet. The moment I pull down my dress, Eric comes out of the bathroom, dressed and upset. His face set in hard lines and he doesn’t look at me. I approach him, but he walks out of my bedroom without even a word. Confused, I rush after him.
 

“Eric? What’s wrong? Where are you going?”

He ignores my questions and just walks out of my apartment, slamming the door behind him and leaving me bewildered. I stand in front of my door with my mouth open. I blink a few times and try to tame the panic that is rising inside me, and then I realize it. He just left me. I fall to my knees and plant my hands on the floor, breathing hard while my chest feels like it’s been shot through.

“What the hell happened?” I whisper, asking the universe.
 

Rage takes over my confusion and I find the strength to rise and get back to my bedroom. I find my phone and dial his number, but its goes straight to his voicemail.

“Eric, I don’t know what’s wrong but walking out like that is not the answer. I don’t see you as a spineless man that can’t breakup with some dignity and respect, so I’m assuming you didn’t just end our newborn relationship. You can tell me whatever is bothering you, but don’t just walk out. You hurt me…” My voice falters on the last words and I take a deep breath to gain my composure back. “Please call me as soon as you get this.” I hang up and fall down on my messy bed. I stare at the ceiling, fighting the tears that are threatening to fall and ask the same question over and over again.
 

What happened?

Eric didn’t call, he didn’t even message me… nothing. My heart feels like its been dipped in acid. My body wouldn’t stop shivering from the sudden chills that began the moment I left him that voicemail. I locked myself in my bedroom and ignored Laura’s pleadings for me to come out. I ended up crying myself to sleep… haven’t done that in ages.
 

I wake up sore, emotionally and physically. I inspect my naked body as I stand before the large mirror in my bathroom. I am covered in small bruises, faint scratches and bite marks. I caress each one of them, remembering how I received each and every one of them and although they look quite alarming, they don’t scare me. What scares me is the sudden change that happened to Eric. What hurt me was his coldness and abruptness.

When I arrive at the office, Rose informs me that Mr. Miller is out for meetings and won’t be in for the rest of the day. Fear spreads in my veins like slick oil.
 

Is it really over? Was it something I said? Something I did?

The day drags on and I try my best not to dwell on those questions, and the moment my workday ends, I call Eric.
 

“Hello, Katherine.” Eric greets but his voice in non-too friendly.
 

Katherine… not kitten…

“Umm… hi. Are – are you all right? What happened last night?” I blurt out.
 

“I’m sorry Katherine, I’m in a meeting now. We’ll talk about this later.” His voice is so detached; so businesslike it’s like a thousand needles piercing my heart all at once.
 

“Eric…” my voice hoarse with unshed tears.
 

“Talk to you later.” He says then hangs up.
 

I look down at my phone and the tears I’ve been fighting so hard to keep at bay, come back with a vengeance.
 

I lost him and I don’t even know how or why…

Another night went by without any calls or messages from Eric. I keep replaying the evening in my mind, dissecting each word I said, everything that happened and I just can’t… I can’t find a reason. Wait.

He played me. Oh my God… Eric
totally played me. He said whatever I wanted to hear, got me beneath him, got me out of his system and dumped me like some old used up sneakers.
 

Chills break across my skin and tears slip through my lashes. I turn my face and sob painfully into my pillow, pouring out my heartbreak. I can’t sleep. I can’t eat. I can’t play. All I think about is how stupid I was for trusting him.
 

Hating him... hating myself.

The next few days continue the same way. Eric is away from the office, and I’m fighting my desire to quit with every passing minute. Rose keeps her nose out of my business, even though her eyes are curious at my sudden melancholy. Still, she makes no effort to impose and I’m grateful for that.

Thursday finally ends and I make my way to SoHo Spa. I find mama sitting on a pale cream armchair in the plush lobby. Different shades of calming green are on every wall, and relaxing music is softly playing into the peaceful space through hidden speakers. Mama’s bright blue eyes fall on me and widen in shock.

“Katya? Darling, are you all right?”
 

She puts down her chilled glass of sparkling water and rises to inspect me.
 

“Rough week. Let’s just say I’m ready to get pampered.” I smile feebly.

Mama shakes her head, making her short bob-cut to sway around her jawline.
 

“You don’t look well, Katya.” She frowns.

“I’m fine, mama. Really… just a busy week at work. Now come on, let’s get that antioxidants treatment you were telling me about.” I kiss her cheek and lead her towards the receptionist.
 

After we indulged in the refreshing antioxidants treatment, we head for our joint massage session. I chose the Shiatsu aromatherapy massage with the Kinmoxie wild-lime silk oil, while mama chose her favorite, Hot Stone massage.
 

“I spoke to Laura today… she’s worried about you, I’m worried about you.” Mama is lying on her belly on the massage table, looking my way.

I sigh.

Of course you did.
 

“It’s just a stupid crush, I’ll get over it.” I lie.
 

I don’t think I’ll ever get over Eric… even with the hate I harbor for him. I would still run back to him in a heartbeat if he would ask me to.

I’m that messed up… so possessed by him that I can’t see straight.

“Katusha… I want to tell you something – “

“Mama, don’t. Just… please… can we just not talk about anything? I just want to relax today.”

I know where this is going, ‘you’re not getting any younger’, ‘time to settle down’ and yada yada yada.
 

“Sure honey, just relax.” She smiles sweetly and my heart breaks a little more.

I close my eyes and let my masseuse knead the misery out of my body… or at least I hope he will.

Mama kisses me goodbye and reminds me that my gown for the Gala will arrive tonight.
 

Back home, Laura is gone again so I eat dinner alone. Well, more like pick at my food and bite down once or twice. I decide to play the piano to stop myself from thinking about Eric… just to stop thinking in general. I play, ‘Mad World’ by Michael Andrews and Gary Jules. It’s pretty much how I feel right now. I try to sing along but half way through, my voice is so hoarse with unshed tears, I quit and let the tears fall silently as I continue to press the keys.

After I finish I feel worse, not better. I grab my iPad and launch some angry birds at green pigs.

Maybe that would cheer me up.
 

Laura returns at eight thirty sharp, holding a long garment bag.
 

“I got presents!” she lilts.

I put down my iPad and take the bag from her. I walk into my bedroom and Laura follows me like an excited sixteen year old. I hang the garment bag in my closet and pull the zipper down.

The gown is stunning. It’s bold red and strapless. The bust is unique, with a wing-and-fold detail and the skirt flares out from the hips. There is no other design but the unusual bust, but it’s breathtaking. Entranced, I run my hand on it. “It’s beautiful.” I murmur.
 

“She got you this too.”
 

I turn around, finding a black velvet jewelry box on Laura’s open palms. I take it and gently open the lid. What I see inside makes me smile. My mama sure thinks of everything. Lying in the box is a beautiful cascading diamond necklace.

“Oh goodness, I can’t wait to see you in this tomorrow!” Laura smiles widely.

“Yeah, me too…” I lie.
 

Morning comes all too swiftly. While I brush my teeth, I hear my cell chirp up. I walk away from the sink, still brushing and pick up my phone from the nightstand.
 

A text message… who would text me this early?
 

My heart summersaults when I read the name. It’s from Eric
.
I unlock the screen and read it:

There is no need to come to the office today, take the day off.
 

My hand stops moving and falls to my side. I swallow hard but then start coughing, when I realize I still have toothpaste in my mouth. I run to the sink and rinse my mouth, then my face. I look up into the mirror, seeing something I never saw in my eyes, helplessness. I feel completely powerless.

Did he just fire me?

I slump down on the cold tile and take deep breaths. I feel like I’m frozen. I can’t move, can’t think. My mind is blank, disbelieving.

Why? Damn him!

Anger over takes the shock and I cling to it. I rise and go back to my cell, texting him back:

Am I fired?

Trepidation fills my stomach while my palms cover in cold sweat. My heart races like a galloping horse, running wild while I wait for his response. Which comes after ten fucking minutes, just one word:

No.

I release an unsteady breath and relax temporarily.
Thank God.

I change out of my PJ’s into a canary yellow tank dress and head to the kitchen. Laura is finishing her coffee as I walk in.

“Morning sweetie, you want eggs?” she places her cup in the dishwasher.

“Sure.” I mutter.
 

I sip the steaming cappuccino that she made for me, and watch her moving around the kitchen.
 

My mind drifts back to Eric, bringing back the hurt. It feels as though he took a piece of me with him when he walked away. Because there’s only a dull pain that is pulsating where my heart use to be. Oh God, I need to get out of this state of dejection.
 

“Hey Laura, could you teach me how to make eggs?” I ask, wanting to get my hands and mind busy.
 

I’m in desperate need of a distraction.
 

She freezes and turns to me, wide-eyed. “You want to learn? Really?”

“Yes, I’m sure it’s not that hard.” I shrug.

“Sure, sure sweetie! I’ll teach you how to make a frittata.” She beams.

“A what? I just want eggs, something easy.”

“It’s very easy, I’ll instruct you every step of the way. Don’t you worry!”

After chopping the vegetables I chose and beating the eggs, I managed to make a perfect frittata with Laura’s help. I placed the plate with the hot frittata on the kitchen island and smiled proudly at Laura.
 

“Thank you so much. I’m really grateful I have you.”
 

I can’t believe I actually cooked something!
 

“It was my pleasure, baby. It was always a dream of mine to teach you how to cook.” Laura smiles at me while cleaning the pan and tidying up.

While I eat, Laura asks me, “So… what’s the story with Eric?”

My heart pangs at the sound of his name, “I don’t know.”
 

“Don’t lie to me Katya, I know you inside out. What’s wrong?” she frowns.

I look up at her, finding her hazel eyes concerned and searching mine.

I really need to talk to someone.

“I’ll tell you only if you promise me, no… swear to me, it will stay between us. I don’t want mama and papa to know about my love life.” I say firmly.
 

She looks at me thoughtfully then sighs, “Fine. I swear it will stay between us.”

I breathe out a long breath and look down at my plate.

“We were doing fine until he lost it right after sleeping with me. He won’t answer my calls and he actually wasn’t even in the office for the past few days. I don’t know what’s wrong and he won’t tell me. I think… I think he just used me.” I set my fork down and exhale.