YET TO COME

.. TWENTY FOUR..

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She was sleeping when her phone rang. She was too tired and equally too lazy to take anyone’s call. She let it ring till it stopped then prepared to continue on her journey of sleep when it rang again. She tried her possible best to ignore it, but the caller was one persistent mosquito. She sat up in bed, angry about her disrupted sleep and took the call without staring at the caller ID.

‘What is it?!’ she barked into the phone, like an offended puppy.

‘Did I interrupt something?’ his voice had her fully awake in an instant. Her composure and cool demeanor returned so quickly, washing away her irritability.

‘Clement,’ she said, happiness in her voice. If Lotenne, her big sister was here, she would have called her a lovesick fool. Well, she was. She was not going to deny that Clement made her do silly things. It was a given, an unarguable fact.

‘You sounded angry a while ago. Is someone pissing you out?’ he asked her.

‘No Clement, no one is. I was only sleeping before you called.’

‘Oops! My bad! I'm sorry. Hope I didn’t disturb you? Go back to sleep I will do well to call you back later.’

‘No! No!’ she instantly protested. ‘Do not do that. I was just about to get out of bed when your call came in,’ she lied through her teeth. She mentally cringed at the lie she had just told without batting an eyelid. ‘Since I am awake, you might as well just talk to me,’ she urged him. He seemed to think about it.

‘Alright,’ he said to her. ‘So, how is my baby girl? Como estas mi querida? How is your day going my sweet?’

‘Whatever are you saying?’ she asked with a delighted giggle.

‘You can ignore the Spanish ma Cheri and mind just the English.’

‘Well, if you say so I'll-‘

‘I say so,’ he imputed quickly. She smiled then sighed in resignation.

‘Alright, I'm fine and my day is going pretty well. What about you? Are you okay? Is your day going very well?’

‘Yes it is mi querida. It’ll go much better since I have heard your selky like voice today,’ he told her. She blushed lightly.

‘Stop flattering me you. What do you want? Speak now or hold your peace for another two more hours,’ she warned him. His light chuckle made tingles to tango sweetly in her ears, sending shivers through her tympanic chamber into her blood stream and thereby to all the part of her body. She wondered how his voice could do so to her, affect her so, make her alit with raw primal desire, unquenchable.

‘I just wanted to have you check your schedule. I would like to take you somewhere nice,’ he informed her. She heard the eager excitement in his voice. She sat straight up, her curiosity piqued by his enthusiasm.

‘Where is that?’ she asked him, curious. His soft laughter graced her ears, sounding like music, sweet melodies that only love could unravel. She sighed softly, almost inaudibly in pleasure.

‘It’s a surprise but let me see. There is a yacht, wine and dinner, a bridal-like king sized bed of roses in a room,’ he said. Her eyes widened at his not so subtle revelation.