Trials and Consequences of Love

Chapter 8

Going Home – Kenny G.

"Falling in love is very real, but I used to shake my head when people talked about soul mates, poor deluded individuals grasping at some supernatural ideal not intended for mortals but sounded pretty in a poetry book. Then, we met, and everything changed, the cynic has become the converted, the sceptic, an ardent zealot." ― "Brushstrokes of a Gadfly E.A. Bucchianeri.

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🦁Alexandre🦁

Everything about Valentina-Rosa is so captivating; the more time I spend with her the more I want to be around her. She's so smart and so kind, she's beautiful too plus she makes me smile all the time.

I asked her to come with me to check out buildings for the club and she said she'd be free on Friday so here I am now, sitting outside of her apartment building waiting for her to come down. I will never be able to understand why women take this long to get ready; it's always hell when I have to go somewhere with Teresa or Aurora, they're never on time in fact they're never ever ready at all. They always have to be adding finishing touches to their outfits in the car or fixing their hair or something and to think that now I have three more females in my life I'm going to be late for everything probably even my own funeral.

We agreed that I would pick her up at eleven when I called her on Wednesday and I've been outside of the complex for thirty minutes now and I came here at 11:15. When I got here, I called her and she said she'd be out here in five minutes. I should've known that five minutes to a woman is thirty minutes to an hour in normal time. Just as I was about to go up and get her, I see her walking out of the building in a black t-shirt with the word 'Chicago' written across it in white, tucked in blue ripped jeans and a pair of clear heels; a gold watch sits on her hand, her neck is adorned by the gold rope necklace with the gold butterfly hanging off it -that she seems to wear everywhere-. A pair of gold-rimmed sunglasses sit over her eyes. There is a black purse in her hand, she has no makeup on just lip gloss and her hair is in a tight bun on top of her head.

She looks good as always, I'll give her that but it took her this long to put on jeans and a t-shirt?

I'll never understand women.

"I'm sorry I took so long I couldn't find my left shoe," she says, a fake apologetic smile on her face

"You could've worn some other shoes; those don't even have a colour" I roll my eyes at her driving off.

"You're a man, you wouldn't understand" she rolls her eyes in return.

You've never been more correct in your entire life.

"Anyways," she says typing on her phone, probably texting somebody.

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to White Ridge" for a moment, just a small one, you could feel a shift in the atmosphere, her fingers even stopped moving across her phone but it was gone as fast as it came

"It's so industrial out there, so noisy, full of pollution I don't know how people live out there"

She is right, White Ridge barely has any trees all you can see are buildings on top of buildings on top of buildings. There are two rivers up there but that's all, the only place you can go to see green is the park in the middle of the city, but lots of people live out there; I guess because of the job opportunities and so on and so forth.

"We're not going house hunting remember, we're going to look for buildings to house a club, or a casino or a strip club or all three," I tell her turning to look at her for a second, noticing that she was already looking at me.