Preparations

“The gala is the day after tomorrow I want you to come.”, Mary requested in his man’s grasp, her thighs stable on his, her body laid on his, Ricky felt every part from her pointing nipples to her heavy behinds that tested the limits of his leg muscles. “The gala its isn’t really my kind…”, “Mmmmh!”, he breathed out deeply, within his defense to not attend the gala Mary unleased her tools of acceptance, the first kiss attack phased Ricky into a boner for some slight seconds before stabilizing. “What I meant was…”, “Please for me I really want you to meet my parents.”, she interrupted again this time she changed her position form sideways to opening her legs and trapping him between them her puppy eyes undeniably adorable. “Your parents?”, Ricky asked surprised and anxious, for him he was a garage mechanic in a relationship with a CEO he still couldn’t believe he was in this situation with, “What do you mean my parents?”, she questioned slightly harsh mimicking his accent, “Of course my parents!”, she insisted this time less intimate she withdrew her hands. Bored by her boyfriend’s fear and irresponsibility towards her she was disheartened and her earlier moods for naughtiness were filled with disappointment, rising back to release him for her honey trap, “I will try to meet them see how it goes.”, Ricky altered, grabbing her waist midway stationing her back on his inactive missile zipped within his pants. “Promise?”, she asked, she wanted assurance that he was serious about, that he was willing to accept direct rejection from her parents than avoiding them as far as their relationship goes, “I promise.”, Ricky answered his left hand wrapped behind her waist starting the back-and-forth motion on her curves to her fattened behinds. “I love you.”, she said the essence evident in her lustful eyes and irresistible lower lip grip, “Me too.”, Ricky answered. The energy grew slowly from the slight kisses he planted on her neck, the slight scratches on his back with his nails, the slight moans and every breathing grew heavy, where every touch sent shivers, where they couldn’t take it but rip the shirt from his chest, rip that bra off her, drowning and savoring the filled tanks of her cupped milk baggage. Soon they had lesser clothes on, “Turn off the lights.”, she whispered, this signal indicated he was given the access to her concealed pleasure on one condition, the lights off, within a split second the lights were off and the missile was launched.

“The gala is tomorrow, right?”, Eliz asked randomly, “Yes and this time Mark will be there.”, Billy added slicing a meat piece with his left his right holding the fork he settled the piece in his jaws, “Do you have a date, Mary?”, Eliz asked her daughter pausing her chewing to wait her response. “Yes, I do.”, Mary answered adding the sauce on her meatballs, “Who is he?”, Eliz asked intruded by her acknowledgment of her daughter’s date, “Is he rich?”, she launched having delayed to answer her first. “Mother…”, “I believe we will see her date tomorrow right dear?”, Billy asked her daughter stopping the escalating argument between mother and daughter. Mary was bored, her appetite was ruined, “Why does she always do this?”, she asked herself glaring at the stewed strings on her plate, she was angered, she felt like crying, she knew her mother was likely to hinder their relationship with Ricky. “Someday!”, she consulted herself, this bitter truth made the balls taste sour, the stew turn cold, the food initially tantalizing was now nauseating, all because of her mother. Before she knew it tears flowed, slight whimpers and grunts struggling to hold back her nose from running, “Are you okay dear?”, her father asked, she couldn’t answer this question not if the one who caused her to cry was in the same room with her. “I have to get some fresh air.”, she excused herself, pulling back her seat, she grabbed her phone dialed a number as she walked out, Eliz was aware she was the reason her daughter cried but she was disappointed because it meant her date wasn’t the rich, successful, dream man she pictured.

“Boss I need a day off tomorrow, I have this occasion…”, “Don’t worry take it.”, his boss answered adhering to his request not bothered to know the reason why he needed it, “Thank you boss.”, Ricky appreciated, “I will make up for it.”, he promised as he took his leave from the office. “Call Robert for me.”, the boss requested Ricky as he closed the door, down the stairs the easy part was done, getting permission check, he ticked the first box in his steps to making the gala night a success. Now the hard part was how was it going to be successful, how will he make it successful, his most classy outfit was a suit he was gifted by his boss and that was charred, old and faded, so technically he had no suit worthy of the gala night and he had twenty-four hours to get one or just take a day off another time. As he thought of where to get one, whether hire one, buy one, or borrow one, it didn’t matter as long as he got one, “Ring!”, his phone played his call ringtone, pulling it out with his left the popup name was, “Mary”, with a love emoji at the end, he picked up the call clearing his voice to let the first half of his news out of the bag.

“Love guess who has…”, “She hates me,”, she cried, the whimpers on the phone were evident she was hurting, her expectations were ruined before the day itself, “She hates me!”, she broke over the phone the bitterness pouring in tears. “Hey can we meet.”, Ricky asked after comforting her with shushing hums and slight jokes that seemed to stop the leaking dam of emotional breakdown, “Tomorrow morning before work.”, she answered, with her left she brushed the tears with her palm her right with the phone moved away to recollect herself, “Good, and stop crying you hurt me when you do.”, he finished over the phone consulting her lastly, their goodnights over the phone and the call between the two ended.

“Now where do I get a suit?”, he asked loudly this time letting the thought be verbal, he brushed off his girlfriend’s breakdown convinced she will sleep it over and wake up the bright jovial blossomed flower she often was, “Hey Robert, he needs you.”, he addressed the young 24-year-old mechanic of Spanish accent and birth perhaps, “Who me?”, he asked turning back to other mechanics around him though he was aware he was the only Robert in the room. “Any other Robert in the room?”, Ricky asked sarcastically, mocked enough, Robert rubbed off the grease on his elbows, sprayed himself with the cleanser to rid the rubber smell, he climbed the steps, passed Ricky and gathered enough confidence he walked in the room.

“You don’t happen to know a suit I can hire, do you?”, Ricky asked Robert, after waiting an hour for him he tended to his undone job, testing the axels and checkup on the engine, “He tightened these more than the axels.”, he observed addressing the mechanical joints opposite the axels. After brushing the job, he banged the bonnet in place and simultaneously Robert closed the boss’s door and walked towards Ricky. “A suit I can work with that.”, Robert consulted to the agreement promised to help him out with his commission assigned aside, leaving the garage he puffed his pocket slightly to confirm his ownership objects were with him, wallet, phone, keys, he confirmed, “Taxi.”, he called the yellow-colored parked car with a beacon glowing the letters T A X I, he placed the payment and directed the cab driver to the mansion.

“Two…”, “No I want three…”, he chuckled recalling the childish conversations, he was aware both mind, spirit and body that if he was to choose one lady to marry of all the billions in the world he would choose Mary, they planned everything out from the number of children they will have, how many cars to drive, where to host vacations, basically the fairytale happy ever after endings. But this was soon to be tested, “Grrrr!”, the growl from his maniacal stomach echoed the need for a meal, he rose his feet from his bed, foot after the other he walked out of his inhumane enclosure outside of the farmhouse in the cold night hours after dusk he continued his journey into his worst nightmare he relives day in day out. “There will be entrepreneurs, business giants and tycoons with the finance world on their palms. I have arranged and by tomorrow we shall receive the invitation cards.”, Tony remarked, the rice slump he sunk inside his cave with teeth the overfilled soup slurping on the mouth edges, “We have to appear as potential investments platforms because with tycoons there…”, Tony paused taking a slurp from the chicken stew, “… we might have enough investors to earn triple from our stakes.”, he terminated. “The gala is…”, “No at the gala we have…”, the exchange of words between Tony and his brother went mute in his head, they could barely notice him but their words could reach him, Ricky had neared the door when he paused his steps at the word gala, aware his presence could end this night into disappointment he stood back at the door but creaked it wide enough for the words to reach him and still be unnoticed. He convinced himself that the gala talked about was a different one, a gala that was similar to the one Mary asked him out but with other investors and in a different country or planet, a gala that had 100% chance that they would not meet within the locale under the six-hour proximity, “I hear the Kangs will be there.”, Sam hollered discernibly.

His hunger paused for the shock and disappointment feed the boiling acid within the walls, the thirst was quenched by the tears that flowed inside, he walked backwards the door still in the angle he left it, he shook his head forcibly, “Why is this stone hear!”, he cursed seconds after tripping slightly over a bowl like pebble, “Aaah!”, angered he groaned flinging his foot at the pebble rocketing it in the darkness, everything at the time angered him because for once was he close to good luck, for once did embarrassment lazy enough for him to slip from its grasp, but at that last second the hand closed and part of him was pulled inside mishaps jaws. “Go close the door.”, Sam ordered his second son, Tony’s younger and only brother, adhering to the command the alleged seized into action pausing his munching, pulling the door back from inside he creaked it minimizing the hinge angles with each and there he noticed. “Is he dancing?”, he questioned, he was trying to make sense of the figure moving about, throwing kicks to pebbles, punching air, the unpredictable movements and how it changed poses from standing to leaning to sleeping, he gave up devising what the being was or what it was doing, so calmly without alerting his father or his brother he warmly closed the door the mum bang, the knob turned slightly the hinge dropped a click followed and the door was locked.

He glared again, this was the third time he studied the unimaginable image in front of him, he felt like unclothing and wearing the same suit time and again, that crispy ironed white collared shirt that resembled the official figure of any formal occasion, the way it tucked him good from his wrist the sleeves clipped smoothly, each upper muscle of his was comfortable in the silk tailored casing of buttons. The coat was antic, its cashmere like material on the outside and the worsted wool on the inside brought the warmth and cooled of the body when intended, the rose gold patterns on the wrists and near the shallow chest pocket on the black arena over it was stunning. The black ironed trousers merged harmoniously with the coat and the shirt, additional Bond cologne wrapped it all up and Ricky was the spitting image of a CEO. “Honey! You look amazing.”, Mary blushed amazed by his man’s appearance, she was dressed in a Rusen Blue Diamond dress with matching gold heels, her Graff Pink necklace sealed her dress code and she was an equivalent of the Kang’s enterprise half net worth in the market. “Hope they like it. And they like me of course.”, Ricky anxiously remarked from Mary’s comments, briefly she wrapped her hands across his neck, his hands wrapped around her tight dress, closer they pulled and the eyes closed the lips touched and pulling back she whispered, “They will love you.”.