I collected my keys at the reception and rushed to my room. I didn't know what was bothering me so much? M. Martinez was just one day old in my life and I never knew him. I never wanted to see him again till I met him at the Bistro and now that he played a trick the very moment that I needed his touch, it was pinching me?
I entered my room and threw myself in bed. I was burning inside. Suddenly, I heard my cell phone ring. An unknown number. I wondered "Who?" I took the call and it was a familiar voice, "Bonne Nuit ma belle!" I was surprised.. rather shocked! "Martinez? How did you get my number?" A strange suspicion and anger crossed my heart. "Well.. I am sorry.. that I stole your phone for a while when you were busy with your champagne..." This might have annoyed me... But after a pause his words made me blush and fall for him even more.. "But I did this just to see that lovely smile on your lips, my belle lady.."
"Bonne Nuit! Et...de beaux rêves.. Martin!" I replied him in an awe and ended the call.
Later, I went to the bathroom to wash myself. I had butterflies in my stomach. I turned on the Jacuzzi and settled myself in there, thinking of him. As the water lingered on me it made me think of him harder. I shut my eyes and tried hard not to think. His voice was in my ears, only his voice and I was deaf to everything else. I wanted him more and more.
At last, I gave up! My hands ran all over me. I touched down there. My fingers worked from slow to being harder later. Face was drenched in sweat and the zenith got a scream out of me.
Oh hell! I was going insane now. I was embarrassed of a sort. I got up and went to see myself in mirror. My face was red and burning hot. I opened the tap and splashed water on my face. I wiped it and walked out of the bathroom.
I felt my heartbeat dip. I was clumsy.I wore the nighty and threw myself on the bed. I hid my face under the pillow and slept.
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The next morning I woke up late. I had cramps in my stomach. Suddenly a faint memory of his voice and his breath was revived in my head and ears. I smiled a little to myself.
I hurriedly got up from bed and rushed to take a bath. I was ready in a while to go out again. I sat back on the bed grabbing my phone to dial his number and see if I could convince him to meet up again. I was sure he won't deny. I waited for the call to connect. "Le numéro que vous essayez d'appeler est éteint dès maintenant."
It was disturbing. I walked out of the hotel for a breakfast at St. Germain's.I Ordered Sausage Egg and Cheese in Baguette with a tea. While relishing the breakfast I had plans to visit Bastille, d'Orsay, Champs-Élysées and a few more places.
I thought about trying his number again before I left. "Le numéro que vous essayez d'appeler est éteint dès maintenant." I was craving to see him or hear his voice atleast for once. I was worried and left a voice message to his answer machine.
I took the cab to discover the beautiful Paris. I visited a few bibliothèques to have a subtle knowledge of the places I had planned to visit. The whole day passed without a single call or a message from him. I decided to go back where I had met him last night. I was definitely missing him.
I went to La Louvre Repaille and ordered for a regular authentic French Cuisine. I did not enjoyed the food. I was trying his number again and again only to get more and more disappointed.
I decided I will go to the Eiffel and I did. I wanted to relive the last night memories. My heart was in agony. I went to the top, in my head talking to his voice. He was making me crazy. I went inside the Champagne bar and ordered for two, surely, One of them in his name. That night at Eiffel, alone was no more a beautiful dream but a nightmare!
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Mystery / ThrillerI thought my phone was my friend indeed. Like any other I too would use it when bored... but I was wrong here, by saying that I Used It. I never knew even It could Use Me!