The light from the passage, she must have switched on, shines like a halo around her. He smiles at her pajamas. The pink puffy, loose-fitting pants and the big white fluffy bunny on the front of the pajama top.
She walks towards his bed softly and looking at his face, she smiles with relief, mingled with nervousness, when he looks up at her.
She whispers, “I am sorry. I woke up and then when I went to the lounge, you had already gone to bed. Although I would never have expected you to still be waiting up. I was going to go back to bed, but then a sudden feeling of almost guiltiness prevented me.” She looks away embarrassed, as she continues, “I felt almost compelled to come here and I know this seems forward, coming to your room like this.”
He sits up. “Sit,” he says and pats the bed next to him.
She sits down on the edge of the bed.
“I am glad you came,” he says softly and then he leans towards her. There is no time for games.
The atmosphere changed. Rebecca can feel the tension in the air as his hands go to her slim shoulders and their eyes meet.
She holds her breath as he reaches up to her and presses a soft, but lingering kiss to her mouth. She can feel an emotion of love begin to fill her, making her chest swell. Rebecca dismisses these feelings, but they ebb through her like an ocean tide, there is no stopping them. Her skin comes alive at his touch, her lips ache for the touch of his lips.
Byron lifts his head and holds her gaze for a long moment, as if he is searching her soul.
Rebecca has no control over her reaction to him. All her sense becomes alight at his touch.
He folds his hand around the nape of her neck and then gently he pulls her towards him until their lips touch again.
The night before it was raw passion, exciting and exhilarating. Tonight they make love - slowly, exploring, sensual, and leisurely. He feels the moment their souls come together. He feels himself float home, with her in his arms. He sees heaven, as if he is there, and not only a distant memory. His sees the glory, the beauty, the splendor and magnificence. He suddenly realizes and experiences the unrefined emotion of love, all en-compassing, all-surrounding, in every part of him and all around him.
Later she gets up from the bed, and says apologetically, “I have to go. Shirley…”
Although he wants to keep her here in his bed for always, he smiles, dimples appearing in his cheek. He smiles the smile that has millions of woman falling over their feet for him, woman who would do and give everything to be with him. Now here is this girl, he actually wants and would do anything for, but instead of opting to spend the rest of the night with him, she prefers to spend the night with her daughter.
She leaves softly and his eyes follow her out of the room.
Love is not supposed to be instantaneous, but he fell in love with her from the first moment his lips touched hers, it was irreversible. The taste of her lips unraveled him.
He lays awake until the next morning and as soon as he hears Shirley’s young voice echo through the halls of his house, he gets up and goes to the bathroom to have a shower.
When he is finished showering and he walks into his room, he hears Rebecca and Shirley’s laughter from the front of the house. He never realized what he had been missing, he notices unexpectedly. His house has always been quiet and silent, almost serene. He has surrounded himself with every luxury imaginable and now he becomes aware of how none of these things has ever brought him pleasure. The A-list parties he frequently attended now seemed dull and mind numbing. He used to look forward to it in the beginning. The adoration and recognition from his peers used to inspire him, but now he understands that it has always been an empty feeling. There was never any substance to it. In her eyes, he found the biggest recognition. In her arms is everything he could ever want.
He walks out the room towards the laughter and then he sees them on the couch in his once empty and cold lounge. Shirley is lying on her back and Rebecca is leaning over her, nuzzling her in her neck. Her face is hidden in the red curly hair of Shirley.
They both look up towards him when he walks in and they stop, as if his presence somehow puts a damper on their exuberance, and this saddens him.
Wordlessly, he walks past them to the kitchen.
In the kitchen, Peter walks towards him. “Sir, would you prefer I make you something warm to drink?”
Peter seems to be different from all the servants he has ever had. As if he has a sixth sense and knew there is something different about Byron, yet he never questions. Byron might have found a servant who was unable to keep quiet about the fact that the person he has served now for twenty years has hardly changed. Working for an A-list movie star would have given him a bigger audience, yet Peter remained faithful. A blessing in disguise, Byron muses.
Byron shakes his head no, and walks out the backdoor.
He walks towards the stables and then he walks towards his black stallion, aptly named Devil. He saddles the horse and then he mounts the magnificent, regal animal.
He digs his heels into the horse’s sides and urges it to gallop across the open ground. He glances back towards the house and he sees Rebecca standing at the window staring out towards him. Her gaze goes straight through his heart.
Copyright © Lynette Ferreira
This blog series is a fictional story of the final battle between the forces of good and evil that is predicted to mark the end of the world and precede the Day of Judgment.
This story will be told in weekly verses of 500 - 1,000 words each.