Sin and Soul

Before the storm (shower)

Nirvana glided down the steps. Her dress all white and the long train floating out on every direction. She was regal if not god like. Her feet bare with the exception of two crystal ankles. Her face was brown and glowing. The long locs of hair she sported proudly waving out from her head And cascading down her back. And those green eyes were lit with mischeif. Maybe today she would bring it all crashing down. Or maybe she'd just watch all the pawns sit stagnantly. Watch them mull in confusion and rage.

She only felt sorry for Jason. Sweet sweet Jason. A reflection of who she used to be. Loyal to a fault, ready to give it all away in the name of love. She had to respect that. She also had to admit she was in awe of the idiocy love inspired. To think she had been that idiot just a year ago. Love makes you weak. Susceptible to all the manipulation and pains this world has to offer. And she had gained freedom. There was much more liberation in hate. Hating the man you onced love. The man you once breathed for. It was a sickly, disgusting feeling that somehow inspired pleasure and peace.

She walked into the kitchen where Bryan was prepping. He was groggy and slow in his movements. His tired and confused eyes looked up at her with a tender love. He was still in his suit from the day before. The image of him and Patricia popped into her head.

"Hey babe. I ended up sleeping in the office. I dont even remember falling asleep. But everything is still on schedule.  The caterers are on the way and the decorations are already up." He walked around the island to plant a kiss on her cheek. She moved out of his reach.

"You reek of liquor." She said as she reached into the fridge for a water.

" Yea I'm sorry babe. I got a gift basket at work to celebrate a partnership with Nike for one of my artist. I got a little carried away, it was a 30 year old Mavrodafni and a big ole bottle of Hennesy. Before I knew it I was out like a light." Bryan chuckled.

"You were drinking all that alone?" Nirvana asked. She lived for this now. The lies.

"Yea, everyone else went Onyx but I decided to wrap up some more work. You know listen to some oldies. But I guess I drank a little more than I thought I did." 

Nirvana smirked. He really thought she was an idiot. That's fine.

"By the way Bry, I invited Lance and his brother. I didn't want you to be bored."

Bryan choked on his water. "You invited Jason?!"

"Yes, I thought that was your friend? I only remember him vaguely from the few times I saw him with Lance but I never get to meet any of your friends."

"That man is not MY friend." Bryan frowned.

"Well why not?" Nirvana asked batting her eyelashes. "You didn't steal his girlfriend did you?" Her laugh was deep.

Bryan's face dropped with his eyes. "Nah...I didn't....He's um...he's married to Patricia."

Nirvana's smirk didn't falter. "Oh..well he's coming. And I'm not uninviting him. That man has been a sweetie to me. I would have never bothered him if I knew you wrecked his life like that too."

Bryan's jaw dropped, "Too? Baby you feel like I ruined your life?"

Nirvana didn't respond. She turned on her heels and walked out the side door leading to the beach.

-

Patricia paced in her bedroom. Replaying last night in her head and on video with glee. She'd told Jason she was staying with her mom because of illness. But really she was getting her other man back. She'd been keeping her ear to the ground about his work. She knew about every achievement. And last night she had the perfect opportunity to take advantage of his success to get to him.

One of his artist struck a big deal with Nike and of course his whole staff was going to celebrate. But not him.
Twenty minutes before the office was clear she brought a delightful basket of goodies to his secretary.

"Hi, I'm secretary of Mark Parker, he sends this to Mr. Walker with his regards." Patricia told the woman.

"Oh wow! It's some good stuff in here! I might have to keep it for myself!" She chuckled.

Patricia's fist clenched. "I wish you would you dirty bitch", she thought to herself.

Patricia gave a curt nod and took the elevator down. But instead of going to the ground floor she got off in the basement. Biding time until everyone left. She had done this before already and set up cameras in Bryan's office. She had it set to send all files and live recordings to her cloud drive. The excitement was almost too much to handle.

She began packing her tools that she used to modify the basket before she'd taken  it upstairs.

Patricia wrapped the large syringe and needle in cloth. She tightly sealed the small glass jar of Rohypnol and placed it all in her purse.

Twenty minutes later she was back upstairs. Bryan was alone and only soft music could be heard from the office. She walked in. His eyes fighting to stay open as he desperately tried to remain conscious.

"Hey baby." She whispered.

He moaned low and disgruntled. "Van..?" He whispered back.

"If that's who you want me to be baby. I can be Van." She stripped out of her clothes and straddled his lap.

"Noooo....no..nooooo..." he muttered. He knew something was wrong but everything was getting blacker.

She slipped a sleeping mask over his face and then pulled his hands to her ass.

She undid his zipper and rocked against him through his boxers.

But little did she know Jason was watching the whole thing. His phone notified him of the uploads to their shared cloud drive. And all he could do was smile. Nirvana would be there in thirty minutes.