Solitaire ✔

Chapter Five

My car stopped at a dark alley. It's a street of three-storey shop houses. Looking at the worn off building, I felt a heartache burning inside me.

Did she live here?

Closing the car door as I pressed the button to lock my car. I noticed the windows that were rusty. There were screaming every once and then. The pavement is dirty. I could see beggars seating at the street or drunkard men lying on the roadside.

"Building ... Twelve" I mumbled the word inside my lips while I searched.

Staring at the number plate that finally hung in front of a narrow staircase. I frowned at the dark and narrow steps. It's wet, slippery and dark. Like as if this was an abandon place from the town that me and Rachel lived in.

Looking at my phone again for the unit number, I clicked on the message that Grace had text me back.

[It's Driven Lane, Block Twelve. Unit Three, Door Two.]

Third floor. I looked up that the staircase led to. There was no lift. Grace must have walked all the way up and down almost everyday. I wondered how long have she been staying here.

Her dignity and pride were tarnished with this place. In the past, she lived in presidential suite at one of the most expensive condominiums in town. She hired a maid to do the house chores and she never cooked her meal. Grace was living very well off on the high ends. At times, I wonder how did she even ended up with me for three years. I was a nobody back then. Just a normal Business Executive from Solitaire. I only started working after my degree. Back then, I could hardly offered anything to Grace.

The only thing that I remembered was paying for the movie tickets. Grace once told me before that she can't stand herself eating at coffee shops. So, most of the meals that we dined at restaurants were paid by her.

Finally with some effort from a man that hadn't been exercising much, I managed to climb up to third storey. There was a man looked at me like I was some sort of Alien. Apparently, he was much taller than I do and wearing just a singlet with a pair of black torn-off pants.

Suddenly he giggled, "I thought she only take old men. Now a young and wealthy man would also fancy her."

Frowned at his remarks, I didn't know there was prostitution in this building. 

How could Grace have stayed with such people?

Turned around, I went on searching for Grace's apartment. Walking along the moist, damp and dark corridors, I finally found my way.

Knocking at the door, I shouted her name. "Grace!"

After a few seconds passed, footsteps was heard from the other side of the door. The door was twitched a few rounds before it was opened.

To my astonishment, she was not looking any shag. More of like she had dolled herself up.  I would imagine a lady with messy hair tied up in a bun and wearing a big tee-shirt with the shorts that hardly can be seen.

She was wearing a lingerie. Her boobs were half revealed. She had put on blue eyeshadow, long and thick mascara while her lip still worn that familiar bloody red colour.

"Hi Chris." She smiled, asking me to come in.

"Is there a prostitution going on in this area?" I sent a question from my worries. This is so not safe for a girl to stay in. Any guys would assume she's a hooker.

Her face turned green for a second before breaking into laughter.

"You are still so cute like before." She chuckled like I had did something so funny.

"Why did you live here?" I looked at her. My eyes were filled with worries while I figured myself seating near to her.

She looked into my eyes as her lips formed a few words, "I have missed you."

"Grace..." I couldn't stop looking at her eyes. The memories we had seem to pour at me again. Like the current that rode on the tides. She hadn't changed. Her sexiness still made my heart skipped off many beats.

Just before I could react, Grace had crushed her lips to mine. Devouring my every space. She circled her hands on my neck as she reached inside of my lips with her tongue. Her hunger craved for more as she would nibbled at my lips while her hands went dirty. Pushing me down as she sat on me. Looking down with a smirk, her body moved downwards as she unzipped my pants. Pulling down as she stared deep.

"No... N-No..." I pulled myself up as I wore back my pants.

"Don't you miss me?" She still seat on the sofa, looking up at me like some sexy cat-woman.

"Grace, that's not what I am here for." I zipped back my pants. Keeping a distance away from her as I realise my unsettled fire had become worst with her seduction.

"Chris, I really want you. It's been all this years that I have been missing." She frowned at my retreat. Her eyes filled with rejection.

"I-I... am not rejecting you. It's just... too fast for me to handle." I couldn't think straight. All the dirty fantasy was repeating endlessly in my mind. This is not the reason why I am here.

"We can talk after we are done." She smiled as she stood up. Facing me with another smile as she unzipped my pants again. Her face went down as she empowered.

The sudden rush of current went up to my head. Her tongue did the twitching move, making me want her so badly.

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Looking up at the old ceiling, I lay motionless with the lady still sleeping soundly. She drilled herself into my cuddles. It feels like the past. Every time when we are done making love to one another, she would become so tired. I would recall the sinful taste and pondered for moments if she love me as much as I do. Her actions were daring brought me curiosity if Grace loved me.

I was too silly back then to convince myself that she does. If she had, she wouldn't have embarrassed me when I proposed to her. She wouldn't walk away and never came back again.

I waited for many nights as I stared at the door. Hoping that she was just too busy with her modelling job. But after a week later, I read about her news. She was hooking up with Mr. Greene and had made an official retirement from the modeling line. Ever since then, there was nothing to be heard.

She just disappeared without saying goodbye.

Turning my head as I watched the beauty still sleeping soundly. I hugged her tightly as my kisses landed on her fore heard. It's that much I have missed her.

Her eyes slowly opened to mine. She stretched a bit before greeting me, "Morning love."

"Morning." I closed my eyes as I tasted her lips again.

"Chris... Can I stay with you?" She asked, still holding onto me.

My eyes stared in space. I couldn't answer her question. Of sudden,  I remembered Rachel whom was at home. She must be still waiting for me. Looking up at the clock hung on the yellowish wall, it was five in the morning.

"I need to get going." I pulled up myself from the bed as I hurriedly tidy myself.

"Who is waiting for you at home?" Her voice was heard with jealousy.

Turning around as I frowned at her question. I couldn't feel the worries for her anymore but pinch of anger. If she were to felt anything. Jealousy would be the last she should have. After all, it's her decision to leave me.

"My girlfriend." I answered as I walked out.

[Author's Note]

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