The phone call.

2095 Words
The evening was chilly, and I held my ringing phone in my hand and hurried to the hotel's staff gate that led straight to the parking lot. I had not expected him to call that night, and I could not receive the call when everybody was listening. I walked to the main bench, where visitors sit before checking in, so they could be booked into the hotel. I took a deep breath and sat down, then I pressed the receive button. "Hello, am I speaking to Shelby Blackwood?" A voice I had never heard before spoke on the phone. " Shelby speaking, how can I help you?" I was half happy that it was not Bravyn and half worried because it was late at night and I rarely receive calls at such times. " Your man owes me and I need the money or you can forget about ever seeing his face," The voice threatened me. "I do not have any men; I am single, and if one wants to be associated with me, he should be dismembered for lying," she said. I answered, knowing that it was Mellisa's father playing games with me. How can you disown and abandon someone and then continue giving them a hard time? He should let me struggle to bring up Mellisa without disturbing my peace. " Are you sure?" " Yes, and I don't want to receive any other phone calls from the correction center. He could as well die because he is dead to me!" I shouted and disconnected the phone. I turned around to check the area, maybe someone just heard me wishing for another human being to die, and that could taint my humble and meek stature. Then the phone started ringing again. I did not even check the number, but I placed it away from me. Anger was building up in my core. I was tired and stressed. I couldn't afford my life at the moment, and he started to give out my number to strange inmates to disturb my going home. It went off, and I picked it up before I placed it back inside my bag. It started ringing again. This time, I checked the number. It was different from the last caller's number. My heart jumped from its chambers. I straightened up and paced in front of the bench to stabilize my anger and fear. " Hello," I said after pressing the receive button. " Shelby, my dear, are you home yet ?" Bravyn's caring voice vibrated from the other end. " No, I am seated in the parking lot to receive your call,!" I replied, wondering if it was not too late for him to call. But when I tried to call you, your number was busy. I tried again, but you did not answer. Am I disturbing you?" Bravyn lamented. " I was on another call. I didn't pick up because I thought it was my disturbing caller. I am sorry!" I replied honestly, it was good for him to know that he was not the only man interested in me. " Okay then, I need to see you early tomorrow. I will send a car for you, and my private jet will be waiting at the airport to bring you to Play Town!" Bravyn said. " Play town, is that where you live ?" I asked astonishedly. I have heard a lot about this city. Most people refer to it as a city of sin. Here, sexuality, drugs, beer, restaurants, and clubs thrive and dominate the market." You want me to come to the sin city?". " You are coming to see me at Ivy's hotel. Have coffee with me, forget the sin city!" Bravyn replied with a firmer tone. Does he have a temper? I just hate how his tones change in the app, like voices being controlled in a voice application. He is excited, and the next minute, he sounds like you insulted him. He can't even camouflage, or hide his anger, such people can slap you first and think later. And going to meet a man who can't control his anger is not one of my virtues. I am sorry if I offended you, sir, but I simply detest Sin City and cannot bear to meet there. I asked, and then I remembered I had never been on a plane before. Imagine being chartered in a private jet just to go meet a person for coffee as you try to convince him why you two were not tailored from the same material. It sounds like fun, right? " Shelby, I would be honored if you heeded my wish without argument. You hurt me once, why do you want to hurt me again?" He asked modestly, which confused me. " sir!" I muttered. " Go back to the hotel. Tell Timi to give you a driver and one of those idle cars in the parking lot and they will take you home !" Bravyn let out. " Okay !" I answered back. " See you tomorrow, be ready before 10 a.m. And have a good sleep !" He said that, and the line went dead. I sat on that bench and then spread myself on it, eyes on the sky. The stars were twinkling beautifully, offering nice energy to the people below. But I was not one of them, the stars did not thrill me. My mind was full of introspection. Why is he extending his courteous ways to me? I can never tell Timi such a thing. It's only a ten-minute walk, and he wants a driver to take me home. They all act good till they make you their punching bags, there is something about him that I cannot place my mind on. I can sense he is trying to sound good to me, but initially, he must be fierce. I sat up and scrutinized the idle cars and wondered which ones belonged to the Ivy's hotel. Then, without caring what happened next, I walked out of the hotel gate and scampered to the only place I called home. " Play City, Sin City, Ivy's hotel, and a jet, all in one sentence, sound like a combination of crime. This needs a shield of strength and courage. I hope I will survive !" I talked to myself as I walked home. ***** Bravyn. I took a shower when I got home, posted a sign of no disturb on my front door, and entered my home with joy. I had told Gainty, my assistant, to send everything to my laptop so I could authorize, correct, and place orders as needed during the two days I had not participated in any hotel activities. So I sat at my desk table, opened my laptop, and started my job. New girls were arriving in two days. A few people had not submitted their sales money, and there was a dead man in one of the girl's rooms. He had used more than the stamina pill, and he died of a heart attack. "Stupid man, you see a gorgeous girl and can not handle her with your libido, so you use s*x boosters and can not even use them in moderation," someone once said. I murmured. Those were obvious occasions in the hotel lodges. In the line of duty, many men have passed away. And most of them overuse s*x drugs. I returned the emails and set my alarm for 10:15 p.m. Timi had sent me Shelby's number, and I could not wait for her to finish her shift and call her. I told myself, "I need to spend the entire day with her tomorrow, get to know her, and if I play my cards right, I might get a kiss." My body reacted as I visualized touching those full lips with my fingers. An overwhelming sensation swept my body, making my third leg harden. I continued fantasizing about her lips. This time I reached out and pressed my lips on hers and hell broke loose as I brushed them slightly because she refused to give me access to her mouth. I could feel her breath, short and calm as she fought within herself about how she felt about me. It was like she needed me, but something was pulling her away from me, and that feeling was getting stronger. My body needed her and I could not give up on her, so I reached out and held her at the back of her head. Then I tilted her a little to a certain angle that met my lips. This time she never resisted, she parted her lips and angrily I teased her tongue and she let me drink my full from her.. Then the alarm startled me. I woke up to find my hands clutching the pillow, it was even wet where I had kissed it. I stared at it at first and shook my head," You are going crazy man, get yourself this girl, else you are mad!" I laughed stupidly. Threw the pillow away from me . " My God,what is this girl doing to me!" I never thought I was capable of kissing a pillow in my bed, it was not only weird but queer too. I reached out to the alarm and silenced it. I reached out for my phone and scrolled through to the number I had saved, "My wife" and dialed it. I listened but the user was busy. I was irritated that she was talking with someone else," I only want her to talk to me, nobody else, she is mine!" I shouted and threw a few blows on the mattress, placed the phone on the table, and rushed to the sink. I splashed my face with cold water. I needed to calm my body and my mind. She even affected my reasoning.Why can I not think her phone is silent and she is tired walking home? I felt the urge to buy her a car. Crazy me. I took my phone again and dialed. This time it rang and rang and nobody picked it up. I imagined she could not pick it because she was kissing someone else. The thought of another man holding her wasp waist gave me goosebumps," Hold her now but when I make her mine then, I gotta shoot you if I get you anywhere near her,!" I shouted. I gave the phone a few more seconds and dialed again," Hello". I heard her voice, and all the anger I had for her subsidized, this feeling of calmness encompassed me. And I felt my body cool down, the anger was replaced by a sharp yearning. She was cool and relaxed till I mentioned Play City. Any decent girl, a woman of morals, would want to avoid the city of sin. The city is a collection of sins. No wonder it's nicknamed Sin City. She was not excited about me chattering her a jet to come and meet me, she never even treated it as a surprise, neither did her voice change to show that excitement. This was not what I expected. She was making things hard for me but she will still pay for this humiliation over time. I once chartered a girl to come and see me and she lost consciousness after hearing the word Jet. She could not believe she was meeting a billionaire, and being the only passenger on the plane excited her, but my Shelby, the girl I am working hard to impress, is not even emotional... " How do I please you then? How do I win your heart? How do I prove I am worth it?" I contemplated. I had convinced her it was safe since she was coming to see me and she agreed, but I needed a different tactic of approach. If I needed to taste those sweet lips, they would make me wet my pillow. " Shelby, I need to unravel that mystery that makes you so cold and shower it with warmth," I told myself. My body was still pulsating, my hardness persistent, I needed to ease myself and I had a bunch of girls to choose from, not because I loved or cared for them, but because I could not sleep knowing they were there. This will probably change after Shelby agrees to be mine, the more reason I need a woman of my own in my life. For now, I will bind my eyes and pretend that I am making love to Shelby.
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