Kissing in the Rain

Page Two of Chapter One: The Before

It was the third watch of the night, and the club lights were just imploring for Gabriel to enter therein. He could not sleep so he ended up putting on a black suit that made him look rather dashing and dapper and drove around the large city of Las Vegas as he searched for what to do. The club appeared to be so vivacious and lively, and he felt as though he could use a drink. He hadn't been able to sleep for so long and he figured it was because he needed something, peradventure a woman. He parked his lavish Ford on the curb in front of the club. He got out of his car and the bouncers stopped him and scrutinized him up and down and then lightly nodded their head to indicate that he was able to enter. 

The noise was loud, and it seemed to be Robin Thicke singing "Bird Lines" on the boisterous speakers. He continues walking in as he is bopping his head, trying to feel the noise and trying to lie to himself and make himself feel like it was all alright. Soon enough, he believed the lie he created and started grinning charmingly and then that's when a beautiful broad caught his attention. She wore a stunning bodycon red dress. She had matching red lips which were coquettishly parted, and her eyelashes were long and enchanting. She had her legs crossed, elegant, but her eyes were conveying a contrasting message. Her hair was parted to the far left and at the time it was a dyed scarlet red. Gabriel smiled and approached her. She uncrossed her legs slowly and then crossed them once again. Gabriel's left eyebrow jumped with pleasure. 

"Hey there." He philandered in her ear. It was loud, as previously mentioned, and he didn't think screaming "Hey there" at her would be necessarily attractive. 

"Hi." She said amorously. 

"Wanna get out of here?" The bromidic line that almost every desperate and depressed man has said to any woman that he just wanted to get in bed with. 

"I'm down." The most typical line of a woman who is likened to the philandering man, and then they were off. As could be predicted and implied, they participated in rather dirty events that no one needs to get full details on. The next morning, though, was more PG. 

"Good morning, beautiful." Said Gabriel groggily. He was naked and his black bedsheets covered he and the strange woman's naked bodies. His arm was over her slim waist. She still had her red lipstick on, but now it was smudged and not as neat as it previously was the night before. Her makeup was still pretty much intact though, but her hair was tangled and messy. Gabriel looked at her and kissed her cheek. She awoke. She turned to him and smiled warmly. 

"You are so cute."

Gabriel giggled and restrained himself from saying, "I know." 

"Did you have a good time last night?" Inquired Gabriel. 

"Do I even have to say it?" Said the woman, laughing briefly. "How was I?" 

"Phenomenal." 

"Why, thank you, thank you." Said the woman humorously. Gabriel liked that. 

"What's your name?" 

"Julia. What's yours?"

"Gabriel." 

"Oo, Gabriel, sexy." 

Gabriel laughed. "Stop."

Julia giggled. They stared at one another for a little bit. 

"I have a boyfriend." 

"What?" Gabriel sat up. 

"I'm sorry. I was just caught off-guard last night. You were just so cute, and I was a little tipsy and not really in my right mind exactly-"

"Are you saying it's my fault for hitting on you? How was I supposed to know? You should've said something."

"I know, I know. Don't be mad, Gabe." 

"Gabe". Gabriel was uneasy at her skittishness. 

"To be honest, I was sober enough to know that I really liked you and that I did want to do what we did last night with you... and I'm sober enough to know that I want to do that again."

"No. You have a boyfriend. I don't want any trouble."

"I was going to break up with him anyway. Why are you acting like a baby?" Said Julia waspishly, she, too, began to sit up. 

"Excuse me? Get out." 

"What? Are you seriously kicking me out?"

"Yes, go, I'll get your clothes." Gabriel got up, baring his bare body, and gathered Julia's clothes from the floor. She could not stop looking at him. There was something terrible about a strange woman, the most terrible thing about her is that she is so enchanting. The beauty of the outside is so deceptive yet so enticing, it was truly a terrible thing. Gabriel remembered when he went to youth group as a tween. He was about 12 and his youth pastor was giving a sermon about the "strange woman" as was mentioned in Proverbs. He remembered the youth pastor saying to control your lusts and beware of entering the strange woman's house. He tried to ignore that as he looked at her with her clothes in his arms. 

"One last time?" Spoke Gabriel.

They embraced with a voracious kiss, and it started all over again. 

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"Are you ready to do this?" Asked Gabriel as he hovered over Julia with her phone in hand. "Are you willing to leave him to be with me?" 

"Yes, of course, you know that." Replied Julia. She tapped on her boyfriend's contact on her iMessages app and had their conversations pulled up. It was a week into her and Gabriel's relationship and it was time to be momentous in the eyes of Gabriel. He gave her two options: leave him and be with her boyfriend or leave her boyfriend and be with him. She chose the latter. Gabriel had asked her why and she said, "you're different than him." Gabriel didn't really know how to take that, he felt almost a dangerous feeling whenever he was with Julia, but it was also like a euphoric adrenaline rush as well. 

Her boyfriend's contact name was "Baby" with a green heart. He had tried to text her for the past week that Gabriel and Julia had been together, but she had not ever texted him back. Gabriel liked that. 

"Tell him." 

"Should I call or text?" 

"Text. I don't want him to have the privilege of hearing your voice." He said with a kiss on Julia's neck. She smiled coquettishly and texted her boyfriend speedily that she was done with him. She said all of the classic bromidic breakup phrases such as, "I am just not happy anymore," "It's not you, it's me," and "I think we've just grown apart." 

"Done." She said as she looked up at Gabriel. 

"Good." He kissed her voraciously and laughed. 

Now, as Gabriel reflected on the beginning of he and Julia's relationship, he figured that the guy who Julia had broken up with was Francis Burdue, and he figured that Julia recently started talking with him again because of the promotion that Gabriel got. As Gabriel laid flat on his bed and gazed at his popcorn ceiling, he really wished that he hadn't ignored what his youth pastor had said.