"Talk to me, babe." Is all that rang through my flustered thoughts.
"Babe? Don't babe me. You said we'd go shopping at 6 pm sharp and it's nearly 9, Carson. What the hell?" I was obviously irritated, my arms folded over my chest as I held the phone to my ear with only my shoulder, leaning against a wall full of different colored ropes.
We are not a couple, but we like to be a little fashionable in the work we do.
"I'm sorry. Look, baby. I'll make it up to you, yeah? Don't you stress that pretty little face. I'm on my way. Ciao."
"I.." Before I could respond, he had hung up the phone. "Asshole."
Usually we do this kind of shopping together, but being an independent woman, I felt as if I could handle it on my own. Staring up at the array of ropes, the corners of my pink tinted lips curled up to form a smile. "I wonder.. We used black rope last time. I think using white wouldn't hurt anything." Definitely not.
My chocolate brown eyes were basically glowing, and I would have began to drool, if I wasn't rudely interrupted.
"Can I help you-"
"No." I cut off an employee, not bothering to look his way.
I'm not clearly sure what this person looked like, I really had no care for it while my mind was on other issues.
"But you should see-"
"I said no." I snapped back once more, reaching up to grab hold of some silver rope. What a dense loser.
"Ah!" I yelped suddenly, a palm being planted firmly right onto my ass. Nobody would have the nerve, expect for him. Carson probably wanted a reaction, but "you're late" is all I responded with. His arms came around my waist from behind to forcefully tug me back against him. I hated this, I hated when he did this.
"I said I would make it up to you." He cooed into my ear, his warm breath flowing down the side of my neck and along my shoulder. "I'd never lie to you, Milly."
Looking over my shoulder, our eyes instantly connected, and he knew I was getting weak. Those blue eyes could tell a million horror stories, and I'd only see the sky.
"Yeah, whatever. Just help me pick out some things. I was thinking white rope, since we used black last time. Oh, and some more durable duct tape? A few times the tape tends to rip, so make sure it's the good stuff."
I felt like everything I wanted to be.. A wife.
The release of his arms around me and my neck growing cold again without his breathing, I felt a little disappointed he didn't put up a fight. Whatever the case, this shopping needed to be done.
"Off to isle 5, baby. Don't miss me too much" He winked, giving my behind another supportive pat.
7 hours later
My eyes fluttered open, and I frantically looked around to see where I was. Carson's upscale apartment. I know by the spitting image of his favorite actor hanging on a nearby wall, Christian Bale.
My eyes peered over to see him laying next to me with no shirt on, which instantly induced panic. I began to feel all over my body, and I was still fully clothed. Fantastic. But I couldn't help but look over at Carson with endearing eyes. His broad, and obviously fit shoulders glistening in the morning sun light that snuck in through the shades. A smudge of blood on one side of his shoulder, and a smudge on my cheek.
I once read in an article that extreme stages of psychosis can lead to memory loss.
But that was an old article, and I mean at least 10 years old.
My body felt sore, aching almost. I must have put a lot of energy into last night, more than usual.
"Carson." I leaned over and whispered into his ear. I had already known he was awake, and probably had been for some time. He must have enjoyed my short fit of panic as well.
"I have a meeting today with a corporation from Tokyo, Japan. This settlement will take my company over the edge. It's a lunch, so go put on the dress I hung up for you in the bathroom." Carson sat up suddenly, combing back his dark brown hair.
A meeting? It was no surprise he wanted me to go. In this society, a woman is to be flaunted around. Sometimes I feel like I am an embodiment of vulnerability, no matter my actions.
"Yeah, uh.. Yeah. Alright." I responded, pushing myself up out of bed and lazily dragging myself to the bathroom.
Carson's bathrooms were beautiful, completely black. Sleek black and marbled. The only other color I could see was the color of the dress he had hung up for me, a red one.
After getting showered, dried off, and dolled up, I finally came across the dress and shimmed it up onto my body. A very tight fit, long sleeves.
I eyed myself in one of the many mirrors in his bathroom, running my hands over the curvature of my hips. This color red, I know he specifically picked out for me. The contrast of my honey-brown skin with the Crimson color was perfect, just like how he wanted everything else to be.
"Hurry it up in there! I don't think you understand the meaning of important Milan!" Carson hollered to me.
I didn't care. I looked good.
Slipping on the set of black channel pumps placed at the bathtub, I scurried out of the bathroom.
