Crazy in love: Ellis's Story
Author's Note:
This is my entry as Valentine's Day special. It is not a quick fix and has an intentionally slow fix. Well, you'll never know until you get to the end! And I intend to publish more part by part. I'll keep you updated. Promise!
It is a work of pure fiction; any resemblance with any person living or dead is purely coincidence.
This story is dedicated to you R, without your love and encouragement I'd have never completed it.
I hope you all enjoy the story as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please Comment, vote. I love hearing from readers.
~RMK~
(1)
I woke with a start. Perspiration covered my body, even the sheets were wet. I could remember the dream in bits and pieces. Though not sure, it included my childhood panic of the car accident and fear of falling out from car; and there was she, Meaghan.
I rolled over to see the time. It was twelve past five leaving me one more hour to sleep. I let out a sigh as I settled on the pillow again. As I my eyes images of that particular Mediterranean goddess flooded through my conscience. That very beautiful face, almost triangular; her perfect cheekbones and chiselled nose was surrounded by long dark brown silky mess of hairs . She had those ruby luscious lips that almost begged to be kissed. Oh! How I fantasize her!
I hadn't seen her since last month.
Well, I only knew her from just a month. She was invited to Stella's birthday as was I.
Socializing is never my kind'a thing. Call me self centred, but I'd like to spend my leisure with a glass of wine and a good sloppy movie rather than going out socializing.
But Stella was different territory. Though I wasn't too excited for the evening, I felt it from my heart that I'd spend the evening at her house.
There were not much people which were very unlike to Stella. She was the kind of person who knew no stranger. Oddly there were only family and close friends. I felt at ease as soon as I discovered none was going to pay attention to me. I walked over to her, handed over her birthday present; a Jade stoned pendant with a bit decoration of emerald. She took me in a warm hug, kissed my cheeks and thanked for coming. As usual other guests came up so she had to go. I got myself a drink and found my little corner by the window. There was a garden outside. Though not very well managed but showed enough care.
I was lost in some thought may be when I realized my drink had finished. I decided to get myself the last drink of the evening, thank Stella for the evening and then leave for home. My feet were begging rest. I was about to turn when the voice came.
'hi', startled I turned back to the source from where the voice came.
My eyes collided with the greenest forest on earth. Her face was crunched into a beautiful smile; I felt a pull towards that smile. That was infectious.
'hi' I smiled back tentatively. How possibly this impossible beauty could know me?
'are you Ellis? Stella's friend?' she asked, her rich voice made my inside warm.
'yes, I am. Does she need my help?' I felt foolish for being so aloof.
'hi, it's Meaghan.' she extended her hand towards me, 'yes, she really wants that you join her. It's the birthday cake.'
I reflexively reached out to touch her hand. Just a casual greet, but when my mundane hand touched her fingers i felt electricity run through. It came from hands, drenched my whole existence finally settling to very deep within.
I let out a sigh again. After the dream I just dreamt, sleep was overrated for now. I brought my right hand closer to my eyes. I kept looking at my fingers while my mind reminded me how beautiful her hand looked against mine.
Yes! I am a sucker at girls. I do fantasize about beautiful girls, women to be specific. She was just that kind of woman I always dreamt of having as my partner; a partner for whole life. I do have strings of affairs and one night stands with women. Some of them were too good to be just 'one night stand'. But I never clicked, felt that kind of pull to settle for relationship.
Here, I only met Meaghan and was daydreaming of having her as mine. Hell! I didn't even know if she was gay. I only wished.
I shouldn't have to be worried though.
We just broke apart from shaking hands when a stunning redhead came up beside her and kissed those lips.
Those luscious lips I was having a crush for.
I felt a bang against belly and with a 'whoop' all my air was gone. I repulsively went aside from the busy couple. I felt a little dizzy, as if I was hyperventilated.
Way to go girl! Not again. You just can't mess with a couple again.
Whimsically I turned back and saw the Mediterranean beauty was holding her girlfriend's arm, a little apart now, she was reddened. Just then Meaghan turned her eyes at me. Those green forests held a deep sorrow now, and pain.
I threw out my comforter and sprang upright. My jaws clenched.
When was I going to forget those eyes?
(2)
They call me princess. The shitload of money my parents saved for me entitled me the name. My parents had a mansion to live, a private beach to spend winter. Four cruises and a very personal aircraft with helipad later they died in just a simple car accident.
I was only a toddler to realize what happened around me. But every night it came around with loud crash of glass breaking, smell of something on fire with a feeling that someone was throwing me out from car. I was survived by my mother who threw me out.
I can't remember how my life was before my parents died. I bet it definitely changed after their death.
Sometimes I wish I died in that accident.
I wish I knew what family meant.
I wish someone could at least make an effort to have me a taste.
After my parent's death, my grandfather's brother, Graham took my responsibility. He was unmarried and for some reasons very reluctant about his brother's family. It was surprising for everyone as he willingly adopted me. Money didn't matter for him, love did. He brought me up in a small town near my father's estate. For a long time I didn't even know my parents were so rich. He educated me as any normal girl, when I graduated he finally disclosed the truth. It was up to me what I wanted to do for the rest of my life.
It was a tough decision to make. I was only eighteen with millions of dollars at my hand.
So I chose what any teen would do.
I went back to Wanton Ville, my father's mansion and spent as much money I could. There weren't any club that I didn't throw party, weren't any casino I didn't play. There wasn't any alcohol I didn't taste neither were any drug.
Then there were women; lots and lots of women. I changed partners like I change cloths. When you have money everything seems so purchasable. Even love.
Olivia, she was one of my many partners. She was a mother of two with a very caring and affectionate husband. She was private consultant of my father's company. I was fascinated by her from the very first moment. She had an excellent personality with an open, warm heart. I let her took pity on me and slowly destroyed every protest with which she could deny me. I made her cheat on her family. She was double my age, far matured than me. But I destroyed her so badly that she forgot all her conscience. Myriads of incidences later she came begging me to save her. She left her family, her husband to be with me. But when she came I realized what sin I had just made.
So I rejected her.
It was only the shell of Olivia bugging me every now and then. I avoided her like plague.
Three months later she committed suicide.
How come I always bring death to people I get attached with?
Olivia's death was a slap across my face. I never knew consequences of playing with fire. Hadn't it only burnt me but also destroyed four lives.
