Just One Night

Madness

Daniel

Am I mad?

Oh damn, I am..

It's been a week. I come here, sit, stare, get irritated and leave. Then f*****g repeat.

I snigger putting my clasped hand on my hand, looking down on my shoes and wondering. All the words by my friend were so invoking that I had to do this but it didn't mean that stranger I am after is my answer.

But again why did I get this idea first thing in my mind?

Why wasn't the idea of leaving my father's company and heading for my own line come by?

Hell, it's it too.

I should probably think of getting investors and Believers in me Too. Father will f**k me at that!

Yes, and I am mad.

Let's stop it.

I look up. Inhale and turn on my stool promising to never do this s**t - waiting for a stranger- ever again when the f**k it happens.

Holy s**t.

Four saucers.Wide.

Too wide.

" Hey. " I breathe at the statue right before me. She is as stupified as I am. or probably more as she doesn't even blink.

"It's surprising. Today. Finally. " After a long wasted week.

" I mean night. Tonight." I keep on. Making fool of myself. Or probably not as she is still stupefied to listen.

Then suddenly a smile breaks out in her face. A beautiful one for that matter.

" I didn't. " She says and rushes just beside me on the same stool that we met.

She takes in a breath and exhales out with a strange satisfaction. Thinking that's it's me, I feel elated to my surprise.

"Didn't what?" I ask.

"Didn't expect." She says.

If you had come a week ago.

"Okay. Drinks?" I ask and she shrugs.

I order wine and turn towards her. There is something about the look and overall aura of her. As if a realization that is so peaceful has touched her soul. At the same time, she is excited and the growing seed of me being the reason excites me too.

Then it goes away just like that.

"I read that article about you," she licks her lip and says, "and your fiancee. Alicia Brooklyn." She tweaks her brows giving me a smile.

"Congratulations."

My first clutch and the understanding of things hit me like a hurricane. This week had been different. My head wasn't filled with everything that suffocated it but with the thoughts of the kind of life, Parker explained.

Yes, the announcement of my wedding has seen every magazine on the planet and I am doomed. Hell, I am.

The heartwarming reunion of Alicia and Daniel. One magazine read.

Or the better one.

Daniel is all the way to Alicia. Read it in detail.

Why not? Everyone gets to taste the spice, huh?

"Yes." I croak and wait for her.

She blinks and jumps off her seat.

" I just realized I have to hurry." She says picks up her bag and runs out.

I raise my hand to stop her and call but the word stuck on my neck.

Embarrassed, I call loud, "hey..hey.Missy."

"missy." I run out to stop her.

She looks back at me and shakes her head.

"I can drop you wherever you want to go." I offer.

"No. Thank you. I don't want to trouble you. And you must be busy with your wedding and stuff." She laughs awkwardly.

" I guess I am not. This marriage. It's not actually what I want but I have to." I surprise myself.

"Oh. Oh?" She shakes her head.

"So you see you are not a  trouble at all. And my car is just behind your taxi." I smile at her. Then rush to my car and open the door.

"Come on. "

She hesitates but gives in.

"Is that work really important?" I startle her.

"What?"

"You said you have to hurry. Is it some work or the place you have to be?"

She just stares and tries to form a sentence.

"Actually, ..amm.."

"I was wondering if you would like to walk on the beach with me? "

"On the beach with you?" She repeats and thinks.

"Yes."

" I will. I will." She turns away from me biting her lips and moving impatiently. She is fidgeting. No, she isn't.

"Great." 

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Cold breeze hurls right beside the ear, leaving the food and wetness in the face. I exhale the warmth within. It's nice to sit in the damp sand like this with someone. Not speaking, just sitting and looking through the sight of the moonlight, the endeavor of the waves. Its plain, waves come and go but each time it hurls to us, there is an excitement to see something in the plain ways and watch it run backward too. It's amazing how I never tire of watching it. What is it? What's so interesting about it? I am not really sure. But what I know is that it calms me down and lets me be.

I look at the person beside me. Her eyes are closed and I know she is feeling the wind, the cold wind and maybe finding her bliss over there.

I keep staring at her sharp curves of the nose and lips and chin. The way her nose has turned red in the cold, it's so pretty and it amazing sitting in a calm.

A laugh escapes my mouth thinking of how much of a stranger she seems like when I don't even know her name. But I feel strongly towards her. Maybe because of every person that I sit with to end up on the heated note. It wasn't like that with this woman. Nothing to disagree or agree to. The sudden need to know the name subside with the theory I set in.

If peace comes this way, be it.

" What is it?" She asks.

"What?"

"You almost gave a small but loud laugh. So what's it?" She asks.

"Nothing," I say and behold at her. She seems to unsatisfied with I add, "just thinking how I don't know anything about you but you know everything about me. Everything."

I turn away. Strangely, at this, I remember about Alicia.

"Do you really think I know everything about you? " She smiles.

I look at her.

"No, nobody can really know anyone. " I say.

"Now this is so optimistic. " She chuckles falling backward to steal a laugh.

"I believed to know everything about her. Her likes and dislikes. Funny but I have a theory on how she pairs her dresses and other accessories too. Well, that' a little superficial but I know the small details too. For instance, when she is bored in a conversation, she holds a smile like a freak to actually push herself to invest in it. Well, when she is excited, her face is straight and the eye doesn't blink because she is analyzing and looking at every aspect of the conversation. It's so freakish." I laugh and look at the woman before me with a light smile on her face blinking at me.

"Then she sleeps with my best friend with her wedding a week away so it's... I don't know but I believed I knew her. Very well."

She raises her eyebrows trying to make up something to say to me as the stupid me has to come up with this. I suddenly started to regret saying this seeing her struggle to find a line.

" You don't have to say anything you know," I say.

"Amm.Daniel.."

"Literally, I just said it. You don't have to." I laugh lightly. She licks her lips and continues to stare at me.

" Why do you have to marry her at all, I wonder?" She outbursts funnily.

For a moment I am taken aback. I remember how Parker has motivated me to follow my heart yet I cannot. There is a corner that is strong makes me be realistic. I mostly wonder about the definition of 'realism.' And this week this woman didn't show up and concretely put away from ' realism' I won't be anywhere so I bowed to my father. What a shame now this woman is right before me after.

"Realism."

"What?"

She looks up to me for the explanation and I suddenly get a feeling it's not worth it. She will go back to her life and I will too.

"Just let it go and talk something else. For one, give me the pleasure to know about you."

"Did we do it?" She asks but doesn't look at me.

"What?" Just after I get it. And I think. What would it feel like with a woman I know a little and don't know anything at all? Then I remember her naked. What it would feel like when I will watch her naked when she knows what I am going to do to her?

"Did we have s*x that night?" She looks at me now.

"No, we didn't," I say," but I think if I could."

Then I lean into her slowly.

Our lips crash.

Several thoughts burst in like an avalanche, confusing me for a moment, reminding me of the betrayal and the glint of me. In a millisecond I have analyzed myself in every scope possible- From a betrayer to betrayed, to nothing.

And then on the next millisecond in response to the kiss... Well. There is nothing. Nada. Again, Any thoughts? Nope. Point.

Another second. I am upon her. Digging her plaid body into the sand while we kissed without a breath. It's spontaneous.

She pushes away suddenly.

"No, you are taken." She breathes and stands up indecisively and without looking at me totters away.

I heard her. I know proceeding further is cheating on your woman. The woman who cheated on you doesn't count, I agree to.

I step up to grab her hand and pull her again into me. Stunned by my action, she is stiff. Nevertheless, a little calm to my surprise.

"I am still not married." I manage in a whisper. Even I can tell the lust in my words are so prevalent. I don't deny it.

"But you are someone's fiancee. I am not that woman who would." She stops with a small peck on her lips me. In response to it, her eyes go saucer-like.

"You are so pretty," I say.

She stars me for a while before shaking her head as if to wake her up.

"No, I am not." She gets away from me.

"Yes, you are."

"No. Not that. I am talking about. I am.." She thinks for a moment then adds, " I know what you are trying to do. I know what possibilities are ahead of us. I will leave."

I know. But I don't care.

I enclose our expanse but keep the eye contact. It seems to keep her at the spot. The color of her face and the sexy drowsy eyes don't hide her needs. She just says she will leave but she won't. I am amazed she is at a loss like myself.

"I am so up to the possibilities tonight. " I say and taking her hand kids on her palm.

"Just for one night." She breaths.

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