7 Minutes in Heaven (gxgxg)

7 Minutes in Heaven

As I curled the last strand of my long brown hair, I pouted at my reflection in the mirror to see just how everyone else perceives me. My hair was perfect, my make up was more perfect. It didn't take a genius to see that I am an angel in this pathetic world.

I can — and will — make some woman very happy tonight. I manifest my greatness before I ever step foot out of my house. I always get what I want because I work for the things I need in life.

Sliding on my suit jacket over a white button up, I click my cufflinks into place and I check my nails. They are painted jet black, grey, and skin-clear, designed to look like smoke patterns. They have a serpentine vibe to them. Paired with the black ink tattooed on each of my fingers, my hands are as beautiful as they come.

They are strong and flexible, and they are just the right size. They look so perfect around a woman's throat, gently caressing her skin.

I slip on my shoes and head for the door of my bedroom. I check my appearance in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, posing as I take in my olive skin, black-tie formal suit, and loosely curly brown hair.

I pick up the glass of whiskey sitting on the bedside table and tip it back, letting the watered down, ice-cold liquor pour down my throat. It had been sitting there since I started getting ready an hour ago. I believe it is the best way to drink liquor.

Running my hand through my hair, I separated the half-shaved, peach-fuzz side of my head from my shoulder length curls. What can I say? I work with what my mama gave me.

She gave me a bad attitude and enough money to buy whatever I want in this life before she died six months ago. I have to assume that she'd be proud of who I became in her absence.

I am the person she never was. I'm exactly who she raised me to be.

The bourbon hit my stomach with a satisfying burn that ignited my heart like a car rumbling to life. I see the light in my eyes turn to fire. The golden flames dance around my green eyes, accented by my gold shimmering eyeshadow and dark black half-inch eyelash extensions.

They are a bitch to apply, but they make my eyes irresistible to the ladies. I'd do anything to keep the women around me heavy with attraction. It is a small price to pay to ensure that they think of me.

I grab my keys and head for the front door. I shoot a look into the library where I find my Maine Coon, basking in the window and soaking in the sun rays. His head bobs as if to say goodbye and I blow him a kiss. "I love you, Mattias. Mama will be back soon with your mommy."

Mattias supports my endeavours to find love. He so desperately needs a mother who will give him as much— if not more— attention than I do. Ever since my ex left us, he has been severely touch starved. If the bastard would let me hold him, I would cuddle with him 24/7, but he chooses to be an asshole instead.

Oh, well!

He used to sleep between my wife and I, but ever since she walked out and left us both behind, he spends his time looking out the library window, waiting for her Prius to pull back into the driveway.

I lock up the house and head for my Tesla. It's an older model, but it fetches the ladies' attention well enough. It was my birthday present to myself last year. I cannot believe that it has been a year, to the day, since I got her.

Driving to my best friend's house on the North end of town, I sway to the music, letting the car glide across the lanes. Weaving between cars, I find a comfortable rhythm, to and fro. I fly down the freeway, pushing 100 miles an hour effortlessly. It is freeing to zip across the city and feel the wind pushing your hair back. You let go of all of life's problems at this speed.