Short but important.
"Hello Freddie"
"Paul, er, good to see you dear, what a surprise? Why are you here in New York? Miss me?" Freddie asked coyly.
It was very smart of Freddie to act in a flirtatious manner with Paul. He didn't want to alert him to anything but was concerned how Cynthia was going to act. What was Paul going to think when he saw her? He wondered just how dangerous he could be?
Cynthia heard voices and was going to call out and ask Freddie who was there, but some premonition told her not to. She crept up to the door to listen and was shocked to learn it was Paul Prenter. Oh God what should I do? He doesn't know about Freddie and I. Is he dangerous?
She had a brainstorm, she quietly removed her shoes and went into the bathroom to use the phone there and called Miami.
"Miami" she whispered, "Paul Prenter is here in the living room with Freddie. He doesn't know I'm here."
"Okay, the door is unlocked, hurry please, I'm afraid for Freddie."
"So Freddie, are you happy to see me?" Paul asked
"I'm always happy to see you dear, but why fly across the pond?"
"Well, I missed you and something weird happened to me. You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" Paul said
"What are you talking about, what weird?" Freddie asked.
Freddie started to feel a little nervous so he lit a cigarette and went to the bar.
"Dear, a drink?" Freddie asked
"Yes please, the usual"
So Freddie poured two vodka tonics and handed one to Paul, sat down, and waited for Paul to continue.
Freddie sipped his drink waiting for Paul to begin. Please Cynthia, don't come out, don't come out.
"I was walking home last week and was, I guess you could call it a kidnapping by these two guys. They bound my hands and legs and threw a hood over my head and pushed me into some sort of vehicle. Now here is the interesting thing, it was almost a most raunchy vacation. They feed me the best food, I had a much sex as I wanted and let me tell you, it was good. But I wasn't allowed to leave the room." Paul said.
"Doesn't sound too bad to me" Freddie countered.
"But here is the puzzling aspect of the whole experience. Those two guys looked exactly like the guys you danced with at Heaven. Remember when you disappeared into the men's room? You never did tell me what that was all about."
"Paul darling, must I tell you about each and every encounter that I have? Saying that, Freddie walked over to Paul and brushed his check in a very provocative manner.
"No, it's just very confusing and unsettling. I mean you break up with Cynthia, these same two guys kidnap me and you up and fly to America. Just what is going on Freddie?"
"Going on, Paul are you becoming just a tad paranoid?" Freddie said as he walked to refill his vodka tonic when he spied Cynthia's handbag sitting on a table.
Paul may not of been the nicest guy in the world, but he certainly was no fool. He watched Freddie's eyes and looked over to what Freddie was seeing.
There was Cynthia's handbag situated on the table where she left it to get her hanky.
Paul walked over to the bag, looked at it and then to Freddie and then to the closed bedroom door.
YOU ARE READING
A Piece of My Heart
Historical FictionWhile Cynthia Lewis is hired by Princess Di to orchestrate a charitable function, Freddie Mercury has agreed to perform. Neither one of them believed that they were to meet their match. Both wealthy, successful and highly sexual, their encounter lea...
