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HER PARANORMAL CURVES
BBW COLLECTION
Curvy Paranormal Publishing
Taken By the Dark Pack
My dreams are simple.
It all starts with me looking at my bedroom mirror. It is oval, antique and beautiful. I stare at it as it reflects my pale freckled face and my dark curly hair. I smile at it out of habit and my dimples appear on both sides of my chubby cheeks. I look down at what I’m wearing, expecting to see me in my plus-sized-pajamas. Instead I see myself wearing a sexy purple lingerie, silk. But I know I don’t own anything like this in my wardrobe. I look back at the mirror and saw that I looked good wearing it. I caress the silk lingerie with care and feel as if I’m wearing them for someone.
But who can that someone be? I thought to myself.
That’s when I hear the familiar clink of my apartment door. Someone just entered. My stomach flutters with excitement. He’s here. His footsteps are coming closer to where I am. I’ve been waiting for him but I don’t know who he is.
Who’s there? I ask, and the sound of his footsteps stop. But the question feels wrong. No, not wrong, absurd. I feel as if I should know, as if I’m missing on something. Why?
For a while I just stand there, puzzled at myself. Why do I not know but feel as if I should know him? As if I do know him?
I walk slowly pass the bookshelf that separates my bed from the small living room, towards where his footsteps stopped. I carry my baseball bat just in case. And then I see him, facing towards the window, his silhouette outlined by the city lights of Manhattan. I lower my bat. Even from the back, I am mesmerized by his beauty. His body, muscled and macho like a calvin klein model. He just stands there, gazing at the window, deep in thought. I realize, I do know him. I know him for a very long time now. He’s important to me.
“Honey, you’re here.” I say, the words escaping my lips before I could think of saying any of them. And yet, I’m not surprised. It feels like I’ve been saying this to him almost every day now. He starts to turn around, and just before I can see his face, I wake up.
I blink my eyes more than necessary. I look at the window beside my bed. Usually I see insects flying or crawling there. Today I see a mosquito.
The morning sunlight streams through my window. Beep beep my alarm goes, Its 7 am. I stop its beeping and let my thoughts linger for a moment. I find it strange, that no matter how much I get used to dreaming it, the amount of curiosity I have never lessens. After a few minutes of self questioning, I get up to do my daily routine. First, I drink water and make breakfast which I eat in silence. And then after that I take a bath and change into my clothes. Unlike other girls, I don’t usually take long in changing clothes, I just wear the hell I want to wear. When I finish, I take a brief look at the mirror, the same mirror I looked at in my dreams. I smile out of habit and as always, my dimples appear in each side of my chubby cheeks. I take my bag from the table and go to work.
***
As I close the door to my apartment building, I was greeted by the smell of strong coffee combined with car smoke, which I breath in and out deeply. Cab horns sound everywhere I go, produced by rush hour traffic and impatient drivers. Typical monday morning, I thought. I struggle finding a cab at first, even bumped to a guy on the way. Thankfully, he was nice enough to help me, and within minutes, he had found me a cab. I say a polite thanks and open the cab door. I look at him once again, from inside the cab. He’s cute, I thought. But no way am I crushing on him. I know his type of women. Probably skinny, with make up filled faces and unboring personalities which is kind of the opposite of me. I thought bitterly.
Mrs. Chang, our boss, was waiting at the meeting room for me when I arrive at work. The expression on her face is smiling and friendly as always, which is neither good nor bad. You can never tell with Mrs. Chang, one day she’s greeting you for a job well done, the next day she’s firing you with the same expression in her face.
The company I work for is called Greetings Corp., and my job here is to write greeting card lines. They say I’m good at it, that I was born to be a greeting card writer, but really I’m just staying by this job for the moment, by moment I mean, for the past 4 years now. I just haven’t found the right publishing house for my book yet.
Today, Mrs. Chang is wearing a silver suit, which looked good on her. The suit complemented her asian features and dora haircut quite well. At first glance, you won’t even notice she’s 53.
“You’re late Rowena. The meeting’s already done.” She says, her face tightening but still managing to smile, she does it with effort.
“I’m sorry ma’am, got stuck in a traffic.” I say as I try to fit myself in one of the chairs.
“That’s okay now, Rowena.” She said, reassuringly while also gesturing me to another seat, larger, with a polite smile.
“With all due respect ma'am, why am I here?” I said, when I finally am seated down. She chuckled. I hate being laughed at, but I don’t show her that.
“What you’re here for is actually very exciting. Do you want to hear it?” she says, with a high spirited tone.
“Sure.” I replied with forced interest.
“We’ve decided to give a major project to you. Its called ‘Spring time, happy time!’. Its a series of greeting cards dedicated for spring season. So you in?”
“Oh, of course, that would be a privilege Mrs. Chang.” I say, even though this is the 4th time I’ve been assigned to this kind of project.
“Wonderful! You’ll be working with a new member by the way, He’s an illustrator. Is that okay? We need someone to show him how things work around here.”
A new member? Hmm, this can’t be all that bad. Working at this company for 4 years now does make you feel a bit sick of the people around you every once in a while, at least we can see a new face. A new person to talk to is certainly fine for me.
“I’ll teach him what I can, Mrs. Chang.”
After I and Mrs. Chang am done chit chatting, I go directly to my desk beside Riley, who is the closest thing I’ve ever had to having a bestfriend. His pale face beautified with all kinds of make ups imaginable and his dark hair dyed with all kinds of hippie colors. He is like a walking rainbow, the absolute definition of LGTB. When he sits, he looks taller than me, contrary to when we’re standing.
“Guuuurrrl, what took you so long? We’ve been waiting for you for like- forever now.” He said, in his gayest voice possible.
“Got stuck in traffic.” I shrug. “So what did I miss?”
“Same old routine. Everybody did well, except Martha’s. You know how persistent she is. But Mrs. Chang wasn’t all that interested in her presentation, we could tell. So when she told Martha, she might not get most of her works published, she didn’t take it well. It was okay at first but then you did
n’t come and then we waited for you, she went full retard and stormed out of the room. Jealous much?”
Dearest Martha, my lawful enemy, always trying her best in sabotaging my life. I hear her sobbing from the other corner of the room and I lean over my desk to take a glimpse. She was already glaring at me with her bulged eyes. I bet she’s wishing for me to go to hell. With her yellow sun dress and ginger hair, its kind of hard to tell she’s a bitch.
“Jealous is an understatement.”
“What else?”
“Well, we’ve already done our presentations, so after that there’s not really anything else to anticipate, except finding out who is assigned with the project. But we all know its you.”
“Didn’t Mrs. Chang tell you about the new guy?”
“Everyone! I’ve got an announcement from Mrs. Chang.” Kyle, Mrs. Chang’s assistant, announced.
We all face towards him.
“The spring time happy time project is assigned to none other than, Rowena.” People clap and smile at me, Martha’s face flush with detest, which gave me a moment of satisfaction. I smile back at the others greatfully.
“Also, a new member will be joining our team today-”
A new guy enters the room and all our eyes focus on him. Something in him seems familiar, I know I’ve met him before.
Kyle’s voice begin to fade out in my mind as the new guy walk towards the center of the room. I can hear Riley shrieking in excitement as Kyle gestured the new guy towards where I’m sitting. He walk towards me like a catwalk model. I could feel Riley shaking me hard but I don’t go back to reality yet. I hold my stare and don’t look away when our eyes meet. I’m lost in his pulling gaze.
“Nice to finally meet you, Rowena.” Offering a handshake. When I take it I return to reality. God he’s hot, I’m pretty sure I’m a river down there right now, I thought.
“Oh, umm, nice to meet you too. Sorry for staring, You just- you look so familiar. What’s your name again?”
He smiles and I can see his bright white teeth. I try my best not to show my attraction to him.
“I’m called Daniel, I helped you get a cab this morning, you remember? We kind of bumped into each other.”
“How could I forget? Thank you again.”
“It was nothing. I’m glad it happened. I mean- what a nice coincidence this is. Mrs. Chang said I’ll be working with you.” A nice coincidence indeed.
“Hey, Rowena. I’ll be going to lunch now.” Riley said behind me, happy to be interrupting our conversation. Is it lunch time already? I must’ve been late for hours. I turn to see Riley, his smile teasing me. I forgot about him there for a while. I roll my eyes and say, “Stop it. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“‘Kay, toodles.” Riley said as he walk past us.
I turn back to the new guy, we’re the only ones left in the office now.
“Yeah, I know. Kind of strange in a good way.” I say, trying to sound casual. I think I could kiss Mrs. Chang right now. “So, if you have any questions, you can ask me now.”
“I’ll ask away while we work on the project. So, where do we start?”
“How about a tour of the building?”
“That’d be great. I’ll treat you lunch, so we can start discussing about the project without getting starved.”
“I’d like that.” I say politely.
***
“So, why did you decide on writing greeting cards?” I ask out of curiosity. We’re sitting at the cafeteria eating lunch. By now, we’ve walked almost all the offices in the building. It isn’t really a big building to begin with. I see Martha, a few tables away staring at us.
“You could be a model if you wanted to.” I added, and then regret it as soon as I realize what I said.
He chuckled. “Yeah, I get that a lot. But I don’t like being publicized. So I decided to just become an illustrator for greeting cards. It sounds fun, and I’ve always been into arts.”
“Yeah? Have you been an illustrator before?”
“No, art was just a hobby then. By the way, I have some prototypes back home, I’ll make sure to bring them tomorrow.”
“Great! I-”
“Hi Daniel!”
I look behind and see Martha, grinning at Daniel, skipping around the cafeteria like a 17 year old. Oh god, I thought as I roll my eyes.
“You can come join us in our table if you want to.” She said, filling the aura with her evilness. “You don’t have to work so much already, you’re new here! I’m sure Rowena will understand, right?” She adds, smiling at me with the fakest smile in the entire world, not even celebrities’ million dollar plastic surgeries could compete with its fakeness.
I smile at her mockingly, not trying to hide a single detest I feel for her. Daniel raises his eyebrows. His perfect formed eyebrows that I so want to have.
“I’m quite fine here with Rowena, she hasn’t worn me out. Not just yet.” He winks at me. I don’t know what that means, but it made my insides melt. “I’ll be fine here Martha, Thank you.”
“Okay. But, will you call me later?”
I want to punch her in the face.
“We’ll see.”
Martha smiles at Daniel for the last time and finally walks away, towards her table. She looks back again to glare at me like the immature person that she is. I shrug it off and proceed to discussing the project with Daniel.
But as the day passes on, our talks drift further away from work. Soon we find ourselves talking about our hobbies and experiences. I find out he loves music just as I do but not only that, he also knows how to play the piano. I tell him I love music too, but that I only know how to listen to them. He tells me that listening is an underrated talent. People can listen to music by ear, but few only really listen by heart.
Time flew fast like eagles today. To my surprise, I actually had fun talking to Daniel. We had lots of shared interests and passions. I also find out that he paints every now and then, but he doesn’t sell them. He just keeps him in his home. I asked him why, and he told me it was kind of personal to him. I stopped asking immediately, I wanted to know him, but I didn’t want to pry.
I went home with a smile on my face, which faded shortly when the landlady, Mrs. Tsu showed up at my doorstep. I know exactly why she’s there.
“Don’t worry, I’ll pay right after the check comes in this week.” I smile down at her. She’s old and asian too, but without Mrs. Cheng’s soothing personality. She glares up at me and slowly descends downstairs. I sigh in relief. I’m gonna have to get from my book money for now.
I walk into my apartment, small but cozy. Luckily, the window shows one of the most beautiful views of the Manhattan street lights I’ve ever seen. I stare at it, where the silhouette of the man in my dreams usually stood. I could see Daniel there too, perfectly outlined by the city lights. I shake my head.
Daniel is really nice to me, but that doesn't mean he likes me as something more than a friend or a co-worker. Besides, how do I know I even like him? I barely even know him. And yet…
He seems so familiar. I didn’t get to notice it before but now, I realize I felt a strange familiarity while I was talking to him. Like, I’ve known for a very long time.
That can’t be possible.
I change into my home clothes and sit in the living room. I turn on the TV, get my notebook and scribble my ideas for the project. The noise of the TV is comforting, as I scribble on. I can’t help but anticipate for tomorrow. I’ve never had to scribble my ideas at home. Before, I would just go to work and write whatever the hell I could think about in my desk, and they’d think its a masterpiece.
And now, here I am.
Is this what they call a serendipity?, bumping into him this morning?
I drop my pen in the middle of a thought as I doze off at the couch.
I dream of him again. But this time, it doesn’t start with me looking at the mirror.
I’m in my bed with someone. His scent looming through my nose. I exhale it li
ke cocaine and it makes me feel high. As always, his back is facing me. I realize as I get up that both our bodies are bare. How strange, I’ve never been this exposed before. I’m insecure of my body enough not to show too much skin. And yet, again… I don’t feel any signs of obscurity in this moment. In fact, it feels comforting. In fact, it feels like home.
Is this a dream?, I ask myself. I think not. But it must be a dream, it feels too good to be true. I run my hands through his hair like I do it everyday. Is this the man who owns the silhoutte by the window? The city lights outlining his perfectly formed body?
He moans and I realize this is the first time I hear his voice in my dream. But they sound terrified, like he’s having a bad dream.
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