Aphrodisiac

Case of S

I was looking for lipstick I had dropped, and I was bent down on my knees. Where the hell is it? I searched underneath my drawers.

"Damn! I'd smack that."

"What the fuck?" I turned around and saw him staring at me.

"Looking for this?" He held up my lipstick and smiled.

"Hey! Give it back!"

"Nah-uh. Your gonna have to do something for me." He placed the lipstick in his pocket.

"What might that be?" I crossed my arms and stood in front of him.

"Kiss me." I raised my brow at his request.

I pulled on his collar so that our faces would be levelled. I grazed my lips over his and saw the hunger in his eyes that were locked away. I pressed my lips against his and slipped my tongue through his lips. I played with his tongue and pulled away. We were breathing heavily, and a string of saliva connected us. I could feel his hot breath against my skin.

"Can I have my lipstick back now?" I said wiping my lips with my sleeve. He nodded and gave my lipstick back without saying a word.

"How long will we be staying at the party?" I asked looking out the window of the limo.

"Whenever we feel like it, I guess." He shrugged. We stayed silent for the rest of the ride until we reached the location of the party.

"Sir, Ma'am. We've arrived." Morris opened the door and we stepped out.

I looked at the structure in front of us. It was a large luxurious mansion, bigger than ours. We strolled past the entrance and opened the door. Everyone stared at us as we walked through the door. One particular woman caught my eye, I thought I was going to turn into stone but I kept my cool. I notified him about it and to assure me, he held my hand. After hours of mingling, I decided to use the washroom.

"Baby, I have to go." I sat on his lap as we played one of his favourite games.

"Aww, but how am I suppose to win without you?" He pouted his lips and gripped my body.

"I've talked to you about it. I'm sure you can survive a few minutes without me." I got up and walked over to the restrooms.

I studied my surroundings as I walked. Paintings, artwork, portraits and such filled the walls of the mansion and I was mesmerized by how well-arranged they were. The colours smoothed on the walls complemented the chocolate brown wood. The decorators must've been geniuses. I had just finished using the washroom when someone bumped into me while I was washing my hands. I whipped my head around and saw someone with half of their face on. Oh, wait, just makeup. A woman stood before me, one side of her face was caked with makeup while the other side looked like she was beaten up. She was the definition of "don't judge a book by its cover" because here she was. One side she shows to others, the other was her secret. At least I'm comfortable without makeup on. I thought to myself before walking out.

"Hey!" I heard a blood-curdling scream and I turned around.

"You didn't see anything, alright?" I could practically see the heat steaming off of her.

"My lips are sealed." I locked my mouth and made the gesture of throwing away the key.

"Wait. I know you." I raised my eyebrow. She does? That's new, nobody does.

"Haha! You're that woman aren't you?" She crazily laughed at me.

"What do you mean?" I tiled my head in confusion.

"Remember a few weeks back when I was at the mall with your man? Yeah, that was me." She whipped her hair away from her face. Holy shit. This was the woman I thought was pretty?

"Too bad he didn't choose me over you. I was an upgrade." She grinned looking at her nails.

"An upgrade? More like a downgrade. I bet 90% of your beauty can be wiped off with some makeup wipes. Your face is fake." I spat the truth at her.

"Me? Caked? Impossible!"

"Can you hear and see yourself? You need to get your eyes and ears checked. Your face is caked, and you're in denial about your looks." I shook my head at her disgusting narcissism.

"You're a bitch you know that? I'll steal your boyfriend watch me!" She pointed and shoved her finger in my face.

"Yeah, it's not the first time I've been called that. Being a bitch is a tough job but someone's got to do it and at least I'm a bitch that looks good without makeup, unlike you. Go and steal my boyfriend. I'd like to see you try." I crossed my arms.

"I fucking hate you."

"Do you know? Well, get in line you're not the only one."

"And you're the ugly one." She said before putting the rest of her makeup on.

"Oh please, put a condom on your head because if you're gonna act like a dick you might as well dress like one." After spitting the words from my mouth I walked out of the restroom feeling satisfied at myself for saying that.

"Babe! I can't believe you said that!" He ran up to me.

"Are you mad at me?"

"What no! That was so badass! I'm so proud of you!" He held my hand and kissed it.

"Wait, really? I thought you'd be pissed."

"No, I don't care. Anyways, I came to get you because Morris called. It's time to go."

"Alright, let's go then." I grabbed his hand but someone smacked it away.

"No! You! You are not leaving! We need to settle this now!" She screamed at me while everyone watched her in disgust.

"What the hell is wrong with her?"

"She needs to calm down."

"What kind of person is she?"

Whispers went on about her, and she broke down.

"Shut up! I SAID SHUT UP! EVERYONE SHUT THE FUCK UP!" She began to cry, and her makeup started to come off from her tears. It was an ugly mess.

"Security! Security! We have a maniac here!" The security jumped in and she was taken away.

"She's fucking crazy." He whispered in my ear before leaving the party. Once we got home, he collapsed from exhaustion.

"You okay?" I helped him get up and removed his clothes.

"Just tired, even though we didn't do anything." I slipped a fresh change of clothes on him.

"Baby?" I tucked him in bed; I could smell the alcohol on his breath.

"Mhm?" He pulled the blanket over his body. That's when I kissed him.

"You know, if you want a kiss from me, you can always ask," I smirked and climbed in bed with him.

To my surprise, he was already asleep with a smile on his face.